So I was listening to the radio one night before drifting off to la la land when this perfect song came on! I swear, its a perfect FAX song, its called 'Little Moments' by Brad Paisley. Yes, its a country song, but bear with me, its so cute, and perfect and just UGH! To the reader: Be warned, its fluffy. XD Oh, the characters are five plus years older in this chapter.

Fang POV

Stealing Iggy's ipod wasn't too difficult, I mused as turned the thin red ipod. I placed the ear plugs in my ears, and sat down in the recliner that was placed in the living room. Ever since Max found her bank card in an old pair of jeans in her backpack that she never wore, she decided to buy a house for the her and the Flock. Odd as it sounds, its true. The home itself was somewhere they could relax and feel safe. There was even a panic room if anything happened to go wrong. Like Iggy's explosives, going under attack. Things like that, that made us paranoid.

Turning the ipod on, I shuffled Iggy's play list. God, I thought to myself as I realized how many songs Iggy had on his ipod of doom. He can practically take over the world with this. I shook my head as I went through each song. Most songs were just plain wrong. While others were at least half-way decent, in Max's mind.

I paused the current song I was listening to, to read a different song title. Little Moments. Raising an eyebrow, curious to find out what the song meant. I listened. At first I thought it was about a kid growing up. I shook my head as I realized how wrong I was.

Well I'll never forget the first time that I heard
That pretty mouth say that dirty word


I smiled a small bit, remembering when we were ten years old, learning how to fly after Jeb busted us out of the school. Max stretched her wings and decided the best way to learn how to fly was to climb up the roof and jump off. Of course, she tried it first, to show the rest of us how wonderful her idea was. It turned the opposite direction. She nearly did a face plant before the wind carried her up into the endless blue sky. I guess she forgot to flap because she screamed that certain naughty word as her body plummeted towards earth. Pumping her wings once more, she slowed her fast paced flying into a easy decent. What a day to remember.

And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into
But she covered her mouth and her face got red
And she just looked so darn cute
That I couldn't even act like I was mad
Yeah I live for little moments like that

I chuckled at the memory of Max's face turning red when my back fender on my black pick-up truck was knocked off because something got in her way. It was impossible to remember, but all I could remember was Max trying not get mad at herself. She bent her head down on the center of the steering wheel, so I wouldn't see her embarrassment. And when the horn went off, Max flew into the back of her car seat, shocked from the sudden noise, giving herself a whiplash. I couldn't help myself to stop looking at Max, her deep brown eyes in shock, her face flushed, and she did look so darn cute.

Well that's just like last year on my birthday
She lost all track of time and burnt the cake
And every smoke detector in the house was goin' off
And she was just about to cry until I took her in my arms
And I tried not to let her see me laugh
Yeah I live for little moments like that

Birthdays began to be important after we forgot about Nudge's thirteenth. Max vowed that she would never forget another one. So, when mine came around the corner, and the day of, it was impossible to get Max out of the kitchen. Her cakes before the last one she burnt came out too sweet or bitter, dough-y or never edible. According to the Gasman who was Max's taste tester for her cakes. We still think she poisoned him, but its only a joke. The one she did burn, was only by mistake, she needed to get outside and stretch her wings. And when she heard the smoke dector go off, she raced down to the kitchen find out that she had burnt her cake.

I know she's not perfect but she tries so hard for me
And I thank God that she isn't 'cause how boring would that be
It's the little imperfections it's the sudden change in plans
When she misreads the directions and we're lost but holdin' hands
Yeah I live for little moments like that

I know she's supposed to save the world, but nobody is perfect. And she'll make it one step at a time being everything she's made to be. And more. She tries to be everything for everyone and is never satisfied with what she gives. But she gives us all she's got, which has always been more than enough. She's far from perfect. She's a teenage mutant with wings and an attitude, filling in as a mother, a sister, a friend. She does so much more anybody can give. If she didn't have their internal directional guides, They could be on the wrong side of the world, looking for something that was never there in the first place.

When she's layin' on my shoulder on the sofa in the dark
And about the time she falls asleep so does my right arm
And I want so bad to move it 'cause it's tinglin' and it's numb
But she looks so much like an angel that I don't wanna wake her up

Maybe because she is an angel, A true angel, who doesn't give up for whats right. She won't quit fighting until she falls to her knees. The arm doesn't matter at that point in time, as long as she gets her well deserved rest, I won't move my arm. Max deserves more than an arm to sleep on when the day ends. Looking like an angel is an under misstatement. Though the wings are defiantly there.

Yeah I live for little moments
When she steals my heart again and doesn't even know it
Yeah I live for little moments like that

I pulled the ear plugs out of my ears, musing over the song, and how honest it really was for me, and Max both.

" Who the hell stole my ipod?!" Iggy boomed like a monster ready to kill. I quickly turned off the Ipod, and placed it on the coffee table. Now if somebody found it, Nobody would know that I stole it. I got out of seat and saw Iggy, furiously stomping down the hallway.

"Haven't seen it."