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Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride, the rights to Fang's life, People Magazine, or Starbucks. I also don't own the rights to Iggy's love life. So basically, I own nothing. : (

Before I go emo, let's move on to chapter 3!

Our walk to the Starbucks around the corner was short and silent. The silence was nice. Nick's hand was placed firmly in mine, making my heart race even faster. I almost whined when he took his hand from my grasp, using it to open the door. Maximum Ride almost whining! There was something very wrong with this picture.

Walking inside, I was a little surprised to see the flock. Their laughter died down as their gazes hit Nick and I. I mean, here I am, with a man who looks like a copy of Fang. Hell, maybe he is a copy.

"Why are those people staring?" Nick asked, using his hand to cover his mouth. He glanced nervously to their table. Someone is a little freaked out.

I tried to say, "That's my family," indifferently, but my eyes sparkled with the hope that he recognized them. Sadly, he fell silent and I frowned in defeat. He didn't recognize them.

"Hey Max. Who's your friend?" Nudge came over to ask. Even she was at a basic loss for words.

"This is Nick. Nick, this is…"

"I'm Nudge," She said, taking over, "And over here we have Angel, Iggy, The Gasman, don't ask," she whispered, and Nick nodded, "The pregnant one is Ella, Iggy's husband. Oops, did I say husband? I meant wife! Ha! And the little one on the end is their first daughter, Kat." Does anyone else think she sounds vaguely like a game show host?

"Nick," he says, his hands tucked into his pockets. He's rocking on his heels, and he looks even more like Fang; if that was even more possible.

"Nick, you look like someone we used to know." Angel spoke up, carefully examining her hot chocolate.

"Really? You know, I was supposed to have a twin, but no one knows what happened to him. He was born, I was born, and he was gone. Poof!" He exaggerated with a laugh. No one moved until Iggy stood up.

"This brother," Iggy began hesitantly, "He just, disappeared? Like, he wasn't even born?"

"Yeah, well, that's how my grandparents tell it. I think my mom was just a little high on crack then." Not so much as a laugh came from any one of us.

Gazzy was the one to speak now, "What if we could tell you where your twin was?"

"What?"

"The friend they were talking about," Ella chimed in, "Was a member of their Flock. Fang."

He stared at her, dumbfounded, "Flock? As in a flock of birds?"

"Precisely,"

"So you all have, like, wings? You can all, fly?" Now he looked to me.

"Guys," I nodded around the room. One by one, 5 pairs of wings opened. 6 would have, but Kat didn't have slits in her jacket quite yet.

"Oh my God." He breathed, "This is great!" Wait, what?

"What's great?" I asked. Everyone else's mouths just kind of hung open.

"It's great that you guys have wings, 'cause I have a pair too!" He shouted, showing his wings and aligning the feathers.

"Fang?"

"Yes, Max?"

"It's you?"

"Yeah, it's me. Now kiss me like I know you want too!" He exclaimed, pushing me backwards. I hit the table, leaning over the surface. He pressed against me. "Kiss me," He purred, leaning closer, "Like I know you want to." His mouth brushed mine, and I began to shake.

"Max," he cooed again, leaning in even more, "Max, wake up. Max!"

I jolted upright. Slowly, the world came back into focus. I was in a white room that stunk of cleaning disinfectant. My first thought was the school. Then I felt the hand on my shoulder. A tan hand that had years of wear emanated on its palm; a hand which grasped me tightly.

"Good morning, my sleeping beauty." My mom smiled. Her smile was still weak, but the past was far forgotten. "You okay?" Her voice was strained; worried and kind.

"Fine, thanks. Where is everyone?"

"Breakfast run. You know, you'd better get something to eat too. You're starting to worry me."

"Says the woman in the hospital bed," I retort, which earns a grin.

"Speaking of food, here comes a little something. Thanks, Fang," She says. I act on instinct. His name makes me jump. I'm running to him, the coffee he's holding sloshes everywhere as I wrap my arms securely around him.

"Good to see you too, Max." He kisses the top of my head. "Now what's wrong?" I think about what options I have. Tell him now or later. There's no way I can keep something like this from him, it's out of the question. As a reply, I look up into his eyes and smile brightly,

"I'll tell you later. Now, shh," I urge, "You'll ruin the moment."

He laughs and mouths over my shoulder, "Girls," before wrapping his arms around me as well; his chin resting on my head. It's moments like these that make you forget all of your worries and nightmares. For a little while, at least.

Hey, yeah, this chapter is totally different. I'll post this when I can and by then everything else will be in place as well. Peace, love, and review,

~Faxisthegreatest123~