Max POV

I couldn't stand the Goddamn tension anymore. It's not like I could let anyone know that though. Okay, what was up with all the rhyming lately? Maybe I was cursed with rhyming. That'd just be weird, even for our lives. And lets face it, we're about the weirdest people on earth.

We weren't looking at each other, not talking to each other. I know when you're mad, you're supposed to not want anything to do with one another. But, as you all very well know, I've never been all for the while rules thing. So, I couldn't stand not having those comforting glances, and those looks that told me that I was doing something completely idiotic. But, I really don't do that all that often, just once in a lifetime.

"When are you and Fang going to get back together?" Angel asked innocently.

"We were never together to begin with!" I snapped. That deserved a look from Iggy and Nudge at the laptop. Wait, what were they doing on there? I could ask Angel. But no…that'd just be invading their privacy. As much as I wanted to invade it, I couldn't/

"You might want to be careful what you're saying, I can hear his thoughts again." She warned. You see, with most six year olds, they would've said that they heard footsteps, in fact typical six year olds wouldn't have said anything at all, because their too caught up in ballerina and barbies. But not Angel, sometimes it's a good thing, and not so great on some occasions.

"Oh, so he's actually coming back." I muttered, a little too loudly.

Angel shook her head in disappointment. The same exact way I do when she controls someone's mind just to get a stuffed bear. I sent her a quizzical look. The hotel room door was being shut behind someone. Okay, Gazzy was watching TV, Angel was right in front of me, and Iggy ad Nudge were still working at the laptop. What the heck were they working on? So that left three options. I'll put them from most likely to least likely. There a) Fang (who was going to be totally pissed off at me if it was). B) Some random person ranging anywhere from the hotel maid, or an evil scientist. Or C) Angel had developed a skill that she could multiply herself. Which any of those last two were actual possibilities that would happen in our lives. I was too terrified to turn around.

"And why do you think I wouldn't, Max?" It was Fang.

Everyone had halted what they were doing and were gaping at us. I would be too, if I were them.

Nudge's POV

"Oh, he's actually coming back." Max muttered under her breath.

We'd switched locations, we were now in Nebraska, it's kind of boring here actually, no offense to Nebraskans or anything. But thank God we were still staying in a hotel. It's been two days since Max and Fang had the biggest fight ever since the whole splitting up thing.

Fang walked in, hearing every word that had just come out of Max's mouth. Busted! I thought to myself. But I mentally slapped myself, since that was kind of mean. Fang shut the door hard behind him.

"And why do you think I wouldn't?" He asked her, clearly pissed off. To other people he would seem a little aggravated, but since I'm part of his family (blood related for me), I knew him better than that. Not as well as Max, but still.

I'd hacked all the systems for the school. Well, except for this one, but it was really hard, and my hacking skills haven't been used very much before. So I was doing pretty good, considering that. No one knew, well, not including Angel, since she'd probably been reading my mind lately, like always. Even Iggy, I've had to be really careful about what I said around him, since he's seemed…closer lately.

"Maybe we should leave them alone." Angel whispered, a little too loud because Max heard her.

"No, we're cooking dinner as a family." Max announced.

Well, this could be entertaining.

Max POV.

"We're cooking dinner as a family." I announced to everyone.

Iggy walked up to me and put his hand on my forehead. After I slapped it away, he asked. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine." Okay, so I wasn't, at least not mentally or emotionally. But with what he was talking aabout, I was completely fine.

"You've got to work on your lying skills." Fang said, with mock disappointment. I rolled my eyes and turned back around so I wasn't looking at him anymore.

"Nudge, you coming?" I asked.

She looked hesitant. What the heck was she working on? If it was some fashion magazine she was looking at, she had wasted so much time on that in the last couple days.

"Who wants smoothies?" Iggy yelled.

The were a choruses of "me" that came from the kids, and okay, I did to, but I love his smoothies.

"Okay, Fang?" He asked.

He shrugged, which I'm sure Iggy somehow knew, by some creepy way.

"Do we need ice?" I asked.

"Yeah, actually." He admitted. He was feeling around the freezer for some ice, but there wasn't any.

"Okay, I'll go to the ice machine and get some." I told him.

I grabbed some random bucket, which was also labeled the ice bucket. That would be why I thought it was the ice bucket. Just a little lesson on logic and common sense for you there.

"Okay." They all murmured, good to know they care.

It was easy, the machine was just by the elevator. I didn't really like the elevator, but for some reason, the kids loved it. Not so much Nudge, but Gazzy and Angel. Nudge was finally starting to grow up a little bit. I'd finally have a girl to talk to, and not just two guys. I might have to let her get over the whole fashion stage before that happened a whole lot, though

"You in line for ice?" A male voice asked from behind me, probably about sixteen or so.

"Yup." I said, even though, there was no line, the person had just left before I'd gotten there.

"I'm Eric." He said, I noticed that he had stuck out his hand for me to shake. I crossed my hands across my chest. He didn't really look like on of those guys I wanted to mingle with, or even talk to.

"Wilma." Where the heck had I gotten Wilma from? Well, this was the first name I hadn't given someone my real name

"Oh, interesting name." He said.

"My parents hated me for ruining their lives." I lied. "So they gave me one of the worst names humanly possible."

"Right." He laughed. Wow, I'd actually gotten someone to laugh today. I've learned, from Jeb, Ella, mom, and J.J that humans are very easy to make laugh.

I pressed the ice button, so there wasn't any talking for a minute. But as soon as I stopped.

"So, where are you from?" He asked. Oh well, Eric, I come from the School, where they grafted wings onto me and did things that you don't even want to hear about.

"California." I answered. Technically, it wasn't a lie, in fact it was the straight up truth.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. What was up with the twenty questions? Jeez.

"Cross country trip." I answered, also not a complete lie.

"Cool." He said, like it actually mattered to him.

"Well, I've got to go, or my family's going to freak."

"Nice to meet you, Wilma." He said.

I looked back, for once in my life. That's when I snapped inside.

I was never going to be normal, never going to be able to have a first date. Prom, graduation, last day of school parties, not being on the run. Having a mom and dad that were normal.

All these things were running through my head. Something inside of me made me want to run, but there wasn't going to be any running today.