A/N: Sorry for not updating for awhile guys, long time no update. :( We have been quite busy lately as the school year is ending with assignments and stuff. For those of you wondering when the "romance" part of our story is coming, I can honestly say that you'll have to wait. There will be romance... eventually. So keep reading! -Ashley

Please. -Michelle

What pairings do you like in Maximum Ride? Eggy, Niggy, Nylan, Elan? Oh YA, in the future. We are adding FAX. Keep in mind that the authors of this fan fic are youth so we aren't exactly great at writing stuff like all mushy... -Ashley

Disclaimer: EWEE EDISCLAIME EMAXIMUME ERIDEE EANDE EALLE ETHEE ECHARACTERSE! Could you read that? :P

Max's POV

"Where have you been?!"

Nudge had just creeped back home a minute ago and right now I'm giving her "the lecture." The one which you give to your best friend when they've disappeared for half a day after you drugged them into a deep slumber. Yeah, I never had to give one of these before either.

Nudge cringes, "I-"

"Don't you talk back to me, missy!" Hey, I'm pretty good at this parenting thing.

"But-" she interrupts.

"I have been worried sick about you for the past morning! You should have stayed unconscious in your closet like a good friend, but nooo! You have to escape!" I lecture.

"I was kidnapped, Max."

"Oh." AWKWARD...

"Yeah, oh." Nudge states.

"Wait, what?!"

"After you knocked me out," Nudge glared at me, "I woke up in some house."

Awww. I wanted to yell at her some more. It's actually pretty fun, but oh well. I look her up and down, worried, and say, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine."

"What happened?" I ask softly.

The two us of head over to our plush sofa before we continue talking.

"Well, I woke up and I was all alone in this bedroom. I opened the door leading out and saw this guy. He was wearing all black. So obviously he is a ninja kidnapper. I sort of beat him up and left... so ya... because I'm like, you know, a spy!" she rambles.

My best friend was kidnapped by a ninja kidnapper?!

I am lost in thought when Nudge interrupts.

"I recognized him from somewhere," she says slowly.

What? Last I checked, we don't know any ninja kidnappers...

"OK, I'll tell you all I remember," Nudge closes her eyes, deep in thought, "The guy was pretty tall, about 6 feet or more, he had dirty blonde hair... I think, but don't quote me on that. He was well muscled and he had a slight tan," she says. Nudge opens her eyes with a smile. "He was hot!"

I roll my eyes. "Do you remember how you know him?" I ask.

"No, I'm sorry Max. But I feel like I've seen him before." Nudge muses. "I've got the address though."

"Really?"

She nods. Sometimes I forget that my sweet chatterbox bestie was trained to be a spy, just like me. I should give her more credit, it's just that she's so girly and innocent.

"Hmmm, okay. We can check the place out later." I say before standing up and heading to the kitchen.

"Max?"

"Yes, Nudge?" I ask turning around.

"Be careful, something weird is going on..."

Nudge's POV

When under large amounts of stress:

-Let it out, don't bottle your feelings

-Relaxing activities

-Talk about it

-Sports

Yes! That's it!

I put the "Guide to a Better Lifestyle" book down on the couch beside me and head over to Max's room.

"Yo Max, want to do something active? We haven't gone to the gym for a while." I suggest.

"What? You want to do sports? You know you sweat right?" Max fakes incredulity.

"Well, the book says we need to be active when we're under stress and... well... I was just kidnapped by a ninja kidnapper so that was pretty stressful..." I remark with a flip of my hair.

Max gives me a smile. "yeah, sure."

Dylan's POV

Ohhhhhhhhhh...

Everything is black. There's nothing but a painful throbbing in my head. I crack my eyes open to slivers. Sharp light slices into my skull.

Ohhhhhhhhhh...

I blink and examine my surroundings to see that I'm sprawled out onto my carpeted floor; there are blood stains covering the beige carpet.

I slowly lift my body up from the soft carpet and onto my leather sofa nearby.

Ohhhhhhhh...

I feel the top of my head again to feel a dab of moisture. I lift my finger away and see my hand coated in red. blood. I lift my aching arms up to see a big bruise forming on my forearm. OUCH. I stand up slowly and grab an ice pack from my refrigerator nearby. The blue ice pack feels like a burden on my hand which is fully scratched and bruised.

What happened before I woke up?

I try to recall what happened to me last night but my mind draws a blank.

All I remember was a... dark room... late night... girl... quiet... shhhh.

My mind is a blurry haze of clouded memories.

C'mon Dylan, you're a spy! Think straight!

I don't remember... anything after yesterday's afternoon. Whatever happened must have been important though. I feel the back of my head again. Ouch.

I try to recall what I learned from spy school. You can possibly lose your memory from a injury to the back of your head. There is about a 50% chance that you will lose your memory temporarily however, effects may be permanent.

Uh-oh..

This definitely can't be good.

Max's POV

Nudge and I have finally left the apartment to go to the gym. It sort of took a while because Nudge insisted that we bring vitaminwater. Unfortunately we were all out So she demanded that we go to the grocery store down the block to get some. And that she had to change her whole outfit to the new clothes she bought at lululemon; and re-do her makeup. I told her that she's going to get sweaty and gross at the gym anyways, but that stubborn girl wouldn't listen! The whole affair took Nudge 40 minutes. *eye roll*

"C'mon Max, let's go, you're taking forever!" Nudge complains.

What?! Says the girl who went on a hunt for vitamin water for like half an hour!

"Yeah, sure, I'm the one taking forever," I remark.

"Glad we understand each other," she says while tightening her ponytail and taking one last glance in the mirror.

The two of us head out of our apartment building and walk towards the gym. The walk is only about 5-10 minutes so we have some time to talk.

"So how was school?" Nudge asks, attempting to start conversation.

"I skipped."

"How's life?" Nudge asks, randomly changing topics.

"Um, good," I pause, thinking. "Oh, did I tell you I found a camera bug under my bed today?"

"Really? And no you didn't tell me." Nudge replies, looking unfazed.

"Oh, well I did. We should do a bug sweep when we get home tonight."

"Okay, good idea," she responds as if we're talking about school instead of spy cameras.

We walk in silence for the next few moments until we come across my sanctuary, GEORGES GYM.

I step inside to have the air-conditioned air blast me in the face. Ahhh, heaven.

I turn to Nudge. "Where do you want to hit first?"

Nudge opened her mouth but was interrupted by a deep voice.

"Hey Max," the voice says from behind me.

I swiftly twirl around to bump right into a guy's chest.

"Haven't you ever heard about personal space?" I snap at the weirdo that's standing a bit too close for my liking. Wait, I take that back. I blush when I see the face that's connected to the chest that I bumped into. Pause- did I just say that I blushed? Maximum Ride does not blush.

The dude looks beside me and nods. "Hi Nudge."

"Hi Fang!" Nudge says, giving me a knowing look

His lips slowly twitch up into a smirk. Argh, he looks so hot when he smirks. WAIT WHAT? Did THE Maximum Ride just call Fang hot? What's up with me today?

I take a breath and take in that wonderful Fang smell. Ahhh, he smells like like soap and sunshine and something else. Something dark but sweet at the same time, sweet like rainbows. I can smell a hint of his cologne on his

black shirt. In other words, he smells really good.

I guess Fang can see my expression because he chuckles softly, before taking a step back. Fang looks at me oddly for a moment before he talks again.

"Hey Max," he repeats, the words rolling off his tongue.

I really don't understand how one guy can say two words so charmingly and give me butterflies inside.

I stare at him for a moment, lost in his perfect complexion. Fang grunts and make me realize I must have been staring for quite awhile. I immediately blush a bright crimson and tilt my head downwards.

"What a coincidence meeting you here," Fang says, starting conversation.

"Oh, well I work out sometimes," I reply..

"Oh, fancy I've never ran into you." Fang chuckles.

Fancy? Who says fancy anymore?

His laugh spills out all deep and throaty and... I have to admit... it sounds pretty cute.

The two of us look at each other awkwardly until Nudge bursts in and breaks the tension.

"Hey Max! They had the vitamin water in the vending machine, we didn't have to go to out and buy it!" she squeals.

THE TENSION HAS BROKEN.

"Oh um, that's great Nudge," I mumble out.

"Mmmhhmm, and they have more flavours here too!" she states.

"Ugh, then we went all the way to the store for nothing?!"

She giggles and says jokingly, "No.. we went there for vitamin water. Duh, Max."

I roll my eyes. From the corner of my eye I see Fang smirking at the two of us.

"Hey Fang! Want to work out with us?" she says. Her eyes darken for a moment and I can see that she has probably remembered a vital piece of information. Fang is an assassin. But almost as fast as the look comes, the look ends. She acts as though nothing ever happened. She gives him a sweet smile.

He kind of smiles back and looks at both of us. Kind of smile as in the usual twitch of mouth. In the short time I've known him, I've learned that this kid never truly smiles.

"Sure."

Great going Nudge. Yeah! Let's hit the treadmill with an assassin, a murderer.

But then again, Fang doesn't act like an assassin.

A/N: HEY HEY. In the next chapter we will be introducing 2 very "special" people. :) -Ashley