Hola, people! Sorry for not updating we just had a huge school project and this chapter won't be very long. Actually we just got done with two huge school projects, but I get a vacation, Finally! On Mat 1, the kids in my grade and I get to go to the Brewers vs. Pittsburgh Pirates game, then the next two days I get off school to go to the Kalahari(not the one in Africa)! Okay here's the chapter.

Max's pov

The person already there was...Ratchet? What's he doing here? Shouldn't he be with his Flock? Wait a minute... how ddi he know where I am? Do other people know where I am? Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

"Max! Thank God you're here! I've been looking for you all over the country!" He says coming up to me looking like he has been looking all over the country for me, or something at least. His clothes are torn, he looks like I did when I got my "tan". He also has few cuts and bruises, the biggest wound being a long scratch going down his arm starting at his shoulder and going to his wrist. He's also limping a little and it looks like his left wrist is sprained. The weirdest part is that Ratchet always seemed a little more layed back, and that he's missing a shoe. At least he still has his ear plugs and sun glasses, the kid really needs those more than probably anything.

"Dude, you look like shit. You're lucking none or my shirts are too small to fit you and that they look more like a guy's shirt than a girl's. I have no idea what you're going to do for pants or anything but that's your problem. Now get inside before someone drives by and thinks you're a deranged lunatic." I say opening the door and motioning for him to go in.

He walks in and almost gets tackled by Akila and Total, mostly Akila. I walk past them and walk into the bathroom to get the first-aid kit and a few towels. I'm not sure if the first-aid kit will help with everything, but we'll eventually find out.

"Akila, Total! Leave Ratchet alone, he's limping and his wrist looks like it's sprained." I say and the pair back away and go back to whatever they were doing before we came in.

I start cleaning up Ratchet and continue doing so for another hour and a half. I look at the clock and see that it's almost time for school to start. Should I go? No I'll stay here with Ratchet, he needs someone to stay here with him that's not a talking, flying dog.

"I'll try to scrape up something for you to wear and you take a shower. You have a dirt tan, I bad one." I say pointing towards the bathroom then head upstairs to find some clothes for Ratchet to wear. Maybe Jeb left enough money so I could just go out and get Ratchet some new clothes all together.

I practically fly down the stairs and into the kitchen and search the draws until I finally find an envelope that has $5,000 written on it. I open the envelope and find a credit card, yes! I have money! I won't starve! Even if I didn't have any money I've eaten desert rat before I'm pretty sure I could got grab a squirrel or something. I wonder if desert rat and squirrel taste simi- Am I really thinking this? Wow, that shows that my thoughts can be weird even without the stupid voice

I am not stupid, Maximum.

I bang my head on the counter as I recognize that annoying know-it-all voice. It always comes at the worst times, I swear if I find out that someone is the voice, they will die a slow and painful death. Oh well, let's not think about that now, I'll think of ways to kill the voice later. Time to get Ratchet new clothes...I should just send him into a store with the credit card and tell him to get a couple pairs of pants and other things he would need.

That's probably that best way to go, as soon as Ratchet get done with his shower I'll grab him and take him to Seattle to get come new clothes. Well, he can't go in what he was wearing, I'll just grab one of my American Eagle shirts and give it to him. Besides a lot of people wear ripped jeans, his won't really stand out besides being dirty.

I run up to my room and grab one of my shirts that Ratchet wouldn't mind wearing, I mean none of my shirts are particularly girly. Most of my shirts look like a guy could be wearing them anyway. I go back downstairs and plop down on the couch and drift to sleep(which I much need).

Two hours later, Max's pov

"Max, Max, Max." Someone's saying poking me in the side. I groan seeing that Ratchet's grinning, poking me in the side.

"What?! Can't someone sleep?" I say taking the blanket that was on the couch over my head. Oh wait, I'm supposed to take Ratchet to get new clothes. I drag myself off the couch and see Ratchet trying to stifle a laugh but completely failing.

"What time is it?" I ask the sleep still heavy in my voice. I shuffle towards the stairs so I could grab my hair-brush, I haven't ever really cared much about doing anything with my hair but I've learned that after a week or two of not brushing your hair takes about two hours to fix.

"10:45" Ratchet says leaning towards the kitchen to get a better view of the clock.

"Okay, we're getting you new clothes." I say going over to the couch to pick up the shirt that had fallen. I throw it in his face and say, "Put that on,"

I does so and waits for further directions. I run to the closet and grab two jackets and again, throw on at his face.

"Put that on too, now I'm warning you, the only transportation I have is my feet, wings, and a motorcycle. If you know how fast I fly you won't want to fly. It would take forever to walk or run to Seattle, So we're taking the motorcycle." I say walking to the garage showing him the best thing that has happened to me yet.

"Let's go."

Sorry for not updating I probably will do the same exact thing again and not update for a million years. It takes me a while to write a chapter people. Hope you enjoyed and sorry for any spelling mistakes it's three minutes to midnight and I'm tired.