A/N: Hi. Okay I'll keep this short. Bye. -Michelle
WHAT ARE YOU DOING Michelle? I have to give them ma story of the day. Today I will introduce a new word to your little minds. :P SHIPOOPITA. Yup, didn't see that coming did ya? HEHE. OK, I'm done. That was ma story/word of the day. -Ashley

Disclaimer: Do we look like James Patterson to you? Huh? HUH? Oh, well I guess all you can only see a screen (HAHA IN YO FACE THE POWERS OF THE INTERNET!) but I assure you, we don't own Maximum Ride, JP does. -michelle
HEHEHE, JP. AHAHAHAH! I crack myself up, like and EGG. AHAHA. -Ashley

Max

First day of torture *cough* school is over. PHEW. I head home to my apartment before I hear footsteps pounding behind me.

"Max!"

Ooo, there goes my eardrums. I turn my head around to see a blur of girly frill before someone tackles me.

"OMG Max! It's been, like, forever since I've seen you! Not 'forever forever' like Edward Cullen forever 'cause I know we just saw each other in History. But still, that was a whole two periods ago! Hey! Did you actually brush your hair today? It looks really nice! I think I'm missing my pink hair brush that always reminds me of flamingos because it's so pink. Flamingos are so cool, don't ya think? They can stand on one leg for so long! Whenever I do that I always lose my balance and fall over. But you'd catch me, right Max? I mean, that's what friends are for. Catching other friends when their being flamingos but fall to their deaths because they can never be as highly skilled at one-leggedness as flamingoes can. And-"

I slap a hand over her excessively active yapper, "Hi Nudge."

"HHHEEEYY MAXXXX, " she screams over my hand.

"Hi," I say, slightly disappointed, and remove my hand. Nudge hasn't changed...

"So wassup girl? Are you using moisturizer, because your skin feels soft, like silk. Like PURPLE silk. "

"Nudge, you know me," I say and start to walk again, "I don't moisturize."

"Hehe, I know." Nudge follows, scrambling in front of me then waiting for me to catch up, then doing it all over again.

"So..." I stutter out, "I sort of got my first mission like... really early."

"YOU DID WHAT NOW? I can't believe you didn't tell me, after all I'm your SDSBFFLEANWECBU. "

"Um, what?" I ask and trudge up the steps to my apartment.

"YOUR SUPER DUPER SPY BEST FRIEND FOR LIKE EVER AND NOTHING WILL EVER COME BETWEEN US," she says, all in one breath.

I smirk, "Mmmhhmmm, sure."

"BUT IT's TRUE!" she says, jumping up and down.

"Nudge, remind me how you passed your quiet and stealth test during training?"

"Well, ya see, it was really hard and I almost burst but then I kept my trap shut so that I could move in and be BFF's with you," she says, jumping around like a 5 year old. "OK, so give me the deets on this mission..."

I push open the door and throw my keys and bag on the table. Nudge and I head automatically to my bedroom. "Well," I reply and we flop onto my bed, "I'm not really supposed to tell..."

"C'mon, we're like SFSBF..." she says before I slam a pillow at her face.

"Okay, so I get to spy on this guy named Fang, and um, he's sort of- 'kay fine, REALLY- hot..."

"WHAT? And you didn't tell me? What is wrong with the world? Why does my best friend get to spy on a total hottie when I don't even have a stinkin' mission yet, the world is so wrong!" Nudge screams, for the world to hear, might I add.

"Nudge-"

"Wrong!"

I slam the pillow back onto her face.

After a whole lot of arguing, Nudge and I decide that we're going to head into the streets for dinner. Nudge's thinking sushi, but I'm thinking fast food. Yup, the two of us sure have different tastes. In the end we decide to do neither and just browse around the streets for food.

"We have to go to that new mall that just opened, it has this huge five star restaurant and they serve all kinds of good stuff. Crab, lobster, steak-" she squeals before I cover her mouth with my hand.

MALL? Five star restaurant?

"No way Nudge, you are losing it, anyways, it's out of our budget,"

"C'mon, please? Pretty pretty pretty please, with a humungo cherry on top with whip cream and gummy bears and chocolate sprinkles and Twizzlers and mini Reeses cups? C'mon Max! Their mini! You know you can't resist their snack-sized convenience!"she insists.

"URGH, fine!" I sigh.

"Yes! Love ya Max!," she smiles, the shortest sentence she's said all day.

In the end we decide to take the long route to this 'fancy shmancy restaurant,' and if we find something we both agree looks better on the way there then we'll go there instead... I hope we can agree on somewhere to eat before we get to this restaurant that's intent on emptying my wallet.

Fang's POV
I spotted Max today, and I have to admit she's definitely fit enough to be an assassin. She was dribbling around the court in PE like she was an NBA star. And when she made a shot from 6 feet away from the three point line, I was amazed. I could barely do that! She was graceful, strong, and full of agility.

I slouch down into the leather couch. I'm at "home", or what I'll have to call my home for the next month. It's a two bedroom apartment in a pretty nice part of town with a bathroom, living room, and a small kitchen. Not too shabby. Looking around me, it doesn't look like much of a home at all. Bare walls, cardboard boxes stacked up everywhere, curtains pulled shut. I guess I'll have to start unpacking soon. I groan. "But that can wait until later," I think.

Dragging myself onto my feet I get myself to the kitchen, hoping the high-ups were thoughtful enough to stock me up on some snacks. An empty fridge mocks me from the corner. I sigh. So much for that thought. I guess I'll be eating out today.

Tossing on my coat and grabbing my keys, I lock the door on my way out. It's way past dinner time and most cars are in less of the 'mow through pedestrians to get home' mode. I'll just wander for a bit. See what's around. I'm walking down the street towards the busier part of town when I see her.

She's walking backwards facing another girl, laughing and flailing her arms madly. The streetlamps are softly lighting her face. She looks so young and innocent. Nothing like an assassin. The girl beside her laughs as well and the both of them walk down the gravel sidewalk on the opposite side of the road from me. I watch them both as they turn around the corner of the block. Should I follow them? I shrug. Why not? I tail the two girls as they stroll through the streets of _ (insert name of city of your choice) I shove my hands into my jacket pockets, stalker style. The duo continues to joke around. We're almost to the main streets now. It's almost 9 o'clock and shadows are everywhere in this deserted neighbourhood. Wow, these girls are either really fearless or really stupid. Right when I think that, a gang of hooded figures lumbers out of an alley and blocks Max and the other girl's path. I quickly step back into the shadows. I quickly inch towards them. From the frustration on the arrogant guy's face, it looks like Max is giving them a piece of her mind. Great.

Max's POV

"Excuse us," I say and glare at the dozen or so men in front of me and Nudge. We try to push past them but the dude who looks like the leader stands his ground.

"Hello, ladies, lovely night we're having. Where are y'all heading to?" the blond purs. "Care for some escorts?"

"Um, duh no," I snort back at him.

"What did you say sweetheart?" he asks fearlessly, his friends cornering us into the side of a building.

I smirk, "Oh look Nudge, our friend here is deaf too. What a shame."

I quickly count up how many attackers are behind Mr. Blondie. 14. We can do this. Just 15 big muscley guys. C'mon Max, fight like the spy you know you are.

"So guys, how should have some fun with these ladies?" Blondie asks.

"Beat em up," one guy shouts from the back.

"Put em in the trash," another yells.

"Or, you could let us go and never see us again," I suggest.

"No way, do we look stupid to you?" Mr. Blonde leader snarls.

"Oh, honey, do you really need an answer?"

"C'mon guys, let's show these girls who's boss." he answers hautly.

"Don't say we didn't warn ya," I roll my eyes.

Blondie approaches us fist held up. I instinctively raise my arm to block the punch first but surprisingly, none comes. A tall figure dressed in all black is standing in front of me with the man's fist in his hand. Faster than I can calculate he twists the dude's arm at an extremely awkward angle and punches him straight in the head. Our attacker crumples to the floor. The man who just kicked his butt has his back to us and is just standing there, calm and composed. Wow. Who is this dude? Everything is quiet for a moment until Mr. Tall-dark-and-mysterious here decides to break the silence.

"Who's next?" he asks smoothly.

The mob of dumb-butts look from their fallen leader then back at him in shock. They finally seem to process the question and all rush at the man at once. Nudge is by my side, as frozen in surprise as I am. Tall-and-dark doesn't seem intimidated that he's extremely outnumbered, 14 to 1. It seems like he's actually having fun, from the way he's cocking his head and cracking his knuckles like a cartoon character. When the first of the men gets close enough to him he lets loose three powerful jabs in perfect succession and his opponent drops like a stone. He whizzes around and around, pivoting on his feet and his fists are a flurry of uppercuts and hooks. Another roundhouse kick to a man's ribs and he's successfully got 5 of them whimpering at his feet, including Blondie. All of them are at least double his size. Pretty impressive I must say, but why let him have all of the fun?

I grin and charge at the first thug I see. One crack of a broken nose and another crack of some broken ribs later I'm onto the next jerk.
I take a worried glance to my right to see Nudge kicking a man where the sun don't shine. Oh right, ma bad. I forgot my freind could also kick butt. Nudge and I stand back to back and beat up our attackers like beating-up machines. But being the angels we are, we make sure none of their vital organs are ripped out. Why are we so kind? WHY?

From the corner of my eye I see the Mr. Tall-and-dark taking down thug after thug. He seems so at ease, like this is an everyday thing. It's beautiful, really. EWWWWWW... where'd that come from? Max Ride is most definitely NOT a mushy, poetic kind of gal. Anyways, I, uh, respect, his amazing skills at fighting. At that moment, he turns around and performs a perfectly executed butterfly kick and I catch a glimpse of his face. Oh great. My oh so cliche knight in shining armour just has to be Fang.

A/N: Hehe so cliche but with Max and Nudge kicking butt too! So what did you guys think? Thanks for reviewing :) BTW, we're going to put an itsy bitsy sorta summary of the chapter ahead in the A/N at the end of every chapter so read this!

The next chapter will include Max, Fang, Nudge, and Dylan. Max and Fang "officially meet" for the first time. :)