Ari - Don't feel to bad. I'm jealous of Max's drawing skills and I gavethem to her. Now, I have a funnyish story to tell. Blue and I were at the mall, and were in American Eagle when we saw a poster of a guy who looked like Taylor Lautner! Blue said, "He looks like Taylor Lautner." So I said, "Yeah, he does. But he's the evil twin; Tyler Lautner." And she bursts out laughing. Ya know, they have some good stuff in AE.

Tank: O.O . . . Are you sick?

Skid: . . . O.o

JP: O.O

Me: Ha ha ha ha ha ha! You all actually believed me! Ha ha ha ha!

Tank: Wooh. I thought you were catching something. And that means when you get sick, you make sure we all get sick. Sick of you.

Me: Oh, shut up.

Skid: And why were you in AE anyway?

Me: *shrugs* I think Blue's mom wants us to be normal, pink loving girls! Psh. Like that'll ever happen. That's as likely as Max losing her wings.

JP: *scratches something out in his notebook* Damn.

Disclaimer: How many times do I have to tell you, dammit! I don't own Maximum freaking Ride! And why does Fanfiction keep asking me? Geez. I need some space, Fanfiction people! Intrude my personal space bubble and I get to kill you.

Tank: You didn't kill me yet and I poke you all the time *poke*

Me: That's because you're what keeps my brain from completely exploding:

You keep me on the ground

You help with my writing

You make sure my head doesn't explode

Into tiny bits of brain

Upon the ceiling

And the walls

Though, it would be a much better than cream.

Tank: I'm not even going to say anything . . . Was that a love poem?

Me: No, that was an appreciation poem. Don't expect too many of them.

I was on m way to lunch when Sam caught uo with me and smiled at me. We were the same height because I was really tall for a girl, and he was an average height for a guy. Now I sound like some hypocrite for saying 'for a girl', but some of you need to get the big picture: You don't see that many six-foot-four girls out there. Guys usually are taller than girls, but that doesn't mean we can't still kick their asses. I've done it before.

"Hey, Sam," I said.

He scratched the back of his neck. "Um, do you wanna get some ice cream after school or something?"

I smiled at him and I think he blushed. "Sure, Sam."

He smiled brightly. "I'll pick you up at your house?"

I noded and we made our way to the cafeteria and got in line for lunch. I put an apple on my tray and . . . all of you Twilight fans are probably all, 'Are you gonna drop it and is he gonna bounce it on his foot and your gonna live happily ever after?'. No. I didn't drop it. I put it on my tray and we continued to walk down the line. I got two burgers - such a funny word -, my apple, and a Dr. Pepper. How I love it so. And you're all thinking, 'Two burgers?' Why, yes. I eat as much as a guy or more so suck it up.

We went to the table, and sat down. Iggy was hunched over a notebook and he kept looking off into space and writing something down, Nudge was talking about some new store opening in town, Ella was listening intently, and Fang seemed . . . tense when Sam sat next to him. What's his problem?

I rolled my eyes and ate my delicious cheese burgers. Cheese . . . man, our world is fullof funny words. It needs to stop. Like the Wacky the Brits: They call their fries chips and their cookies biscuits. What are real biscuits called? Wongdoodles?

"Max!" Iggy snapped his fingers in front of my face. "You in there, Maxie?"

"What?" I asked.

"The bell rang, like, two minutes ago. It's time for class," he said.

"Oh." I looked down at my plate and realized I had ate it all. Huh. I grabbed my plate and stood up, and brought it over to the trash can. Dumped it, and headed to the gym for PE

Today we were doing soccer. I changed into my black basket ball shorts and blue tank top which showed off the tips of my wings.

While I was changing, I head someone yell, "MAXIMUM RIDE YOU ARE SO DEAD!" from the boys locker room and new my prank on Iggy had worked out perfectly. You see there is one color Iggy can't stand to wear: Pink. And who wants to guess what color his PE uniform is now? I snickered to myself and walked out of the locker room.

Iggy was waiting for me, fuming right outside the locker room. His face was as pink as his clothes. "Max, what the Hell?"

I waved a hand. "Now we're even."

He raised an eyebrow at me but narrowed his eyes and said, "You will pay." Then stormed off down the hall to the gym, and I tagged behind him.

"Whatever, Iggy. Whatever."

When we walked to the gym, the guys started to laugh. I snickered again until I saw Fang. Damn, he was looking hot in a tight black t-shirt that hugged his muscles per- Wait, did I just think what I thought I think I thought? Wait, what? Ugh. Stupid brain confusing my . . . brain. Life's hard, ok? Don't expect me to be perfect.

I walked over to the girls part, which only held one person I actually liked, who was JJ. She was wearing orange shorts and a pink tank top. And the other girls were dressed like . . . er, sluts. Especially Lissa. She was wearing a white tank top and you could actually see her pink bra and pink shorts. Huh. I didn't know they came that short. They barely covered her ass.

I rolled my eyes and started to do the stretches we were supposed to be doing, but the other girls were messing with their hair or pulling their tank tops down to where you could see the tops of their bras. Ugh. It disgusts me. JJ was actually stretching, too, and I think she was glad she wasn't the only one.

We finished the stretches and sat down in the bleechers, watching the boys and girls do what they do. The guys were actuall stretching. Then Coach walked in and yelled, "Girls! What are you supposed to be doing?"

The Barbies got in line and started to stretch. Coach noticed JJ and I weren't doing them and yelled, "Marks and Ride, do you believe you don't have to stretch?"

"Don't blow your top, Dean," I said, waving a hand. "We're done."

"Ride, I've told you time and time again not to call me Dean," he said, his hard face red with anger.

"And I've ignored you, time and time again," I replied. His face was redder than blood now, but it was from embarrasment.

Blah, blah, blah, we're all outside at the soccer field and Dean's telling us the rules of soccer and what not. Then he takes volunteers for the first game. Most of the guys stand up, but I'm the only girl. I walk up to the spot Dean told us to go, and snickers and giggles run through the girls side, but I glare at them and they shut up. Lissa actually moves farther away from me. Wimp.

"Max, you sure you wanna go against all the guys?" Dylan teased. Ugh.

"Yeah, I'm absolutely positive. And I'm pretty sure I'll kick your asses from here to next week," I said and he smirked.

"We'll see about that," he said and headed to the field.

(A/N: Me+sports=absolute disaster. So, imagine an epic sports scene where Max whips there asses so bad they're crying. Or, at least, close to it.)

All of the guys stared at me open mouthed. I kinda lost count of how many goals I got after six . . . of ten. And I got several fouls or whatever for knocking a few guys on the other team down, but whatever. I whooped their asses into next week. It was fun.

"What?" I asked.

"Er, that was, um, uh . . ." Dean trailed off. "You guys can go and get changed."

I started to walk towards the gym and Sam caught up to me. "Max, that was amazing," he said.

"Thanks," I replied, smiling.

We walked back to the gym in comfortable silence. I changed back into my clothes and went to class.

I dropped the guys off at home and changed into jeans and a t-shirt that said, 'Zombies hate fast food' and had a picture of someone running and zombies following it. (A/N: Snorg tees. Funny name. Funnier t-shirts.) And I throw on some black high tops.

I waited out the three hours by doing my "homework". Really, I was doodling on my notebook. By my doodling, for some strange reason, I remembered the dress Ella and Nudge had helped me pick out. The back showed, and I needed to get my tattoo finished. I wrote the dat angel cam back on the notebook and looked at the clock.

A knock came on the door, and I smiled to myslef. Right on time.

Fang POV

"Guys, I'm going out!" Max called into the kitchen and I heard the door slam shut.

"Where's she going?" I asked Iggy.

He smirked and went to the pantry. "Going on a date with Sam."

I grunted. Why was I all of a sudden getting the urge to kill Sam in his sleep?

"I'm going up stairs," I told Iggy and slid out from the chair. It was his turn to grunt from his spot in front of the fridge, pulling out random pieces of food and putting them on the counter.

I went out of the kitchen and to the living room where the stairs were and climbed to the second floor. I went into my room and plopped down on my bed, making my laptop jump. Hmmm . . . its been a while since I updated my blog. I turned on the computer and logged on. I could hear Angel's music of Justin Bieber coming from her room so i stuffed my earplugs into my ears and some song I'm too lazy to identify by someone came on.

I logged onto my blog and started to type.

Yo.

Fang here, and I'm bored as Hell. I guess I should tell you where I am since it's been a few weeks since my updateness. Location: Somewhere in Arizona. It's hotter than Hell here, man. Much different than Colorado. My host family is pretty awesome, but I've already told you about them . . . and Max.

Max. Sigh. Max is a girl, in case you didn't hear. I think it's short for Maximum, which is kinda weird, but my name's Fang, so who am I to judge? Max is going on a date with Sam. Ugh. He's not a bad guy, but I now have the sudden urge to kill him. None too quickly, either.

I have a stalker. She's not really a stalker, but she pretty much won't leave me alone.

I'm bored again . . . So, I'm gonna answer some of my reviews or questions or whatever you call them:

Deathtobieber: Is Fangalicious like Fergalicious?

No, because Fangalicious doesn't exist.

Deathtobieber: Wait, don't answer my last question. Is Fangalicious better than Fergalicious?

Sigh. No, because, once again, Fangalicious doesn't exist.

Fanglovr: Do you have a gurlfriend?

No, and I'm not looking for one. And why do you spell it with a u? It's not like it makes the word shorter.

Pyros ignite: Is Iggy hot?

Er . . . he's got a girlfriend, and I'm a guy, and I'm not gay so . . . no.

Deathtobieber: Do you love Max? Tank: Of course he does, you idiot! Skid: Yeah, what kinda life is it when they don't love each other? JP: Help me. Me: Answer the question truthfully, Fang: Is Fangalicious better than Fergalicious?

Um . . . WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE? And isn't JP a famous author or something . . . And no. I don't love Max. 're not gonna give up on Fangalicious, are you? Alright, fine. Fangalicious is way better than Fergalicious.

Spongebob rocks your socks: Who's your favorite Spongebob character?

The yellow square.

Spongebob rocks your socks: Do you like Spongebob?

Yes. Especially because it sounds like Spongeboob. Heh heh.

Spongebob rocks your socks: Do you ever have dirty thoughts about Spongebob? (A/N: Got this from the back of FANG: A Maximum Ride Novel. Found it hilarious.)

Who doesn't?

Deathtobieber: Hmm . . . what you prefer purple or orange?

Purple. My hair looks purple in the sun sometimes . . . Alright, you need to stop asking questions. It's getting rediculous.

Pyros ignite: Is Iggy hotter than you, Fang?

No one's hotter than me.

Crazychickwithanadditude: Fang, are you emo? Or goth?

Neither. And that name is long. Put some spaces in there.

That's enough for now . . . maybe I'll answer some more later.

Fly On (Why do I say this? Oh, right, cause its awesome.)

Fang.

I hit the enter button thingy and looked at the little time thingy. It was about ten . . . Max left four hours ago. I started to get worried. What if something happened to her? What if Sam did something? What if-

I heard the sound of a car pulling along the road and sighed. I closed my laptop and quickly went downstairs. I could hear the muffle sound of their voices as they talked, but all I could really make out was 'Good time' and 'Yeah'. I decided I wanted to hear what they were saying, being the nosy little bugger I am. I walked closer to the door but they weren't talking anymore.

I didn't want to be a creeper or anything, but I couldn't help myself. I peeped through the peep hole and what I saw made my eyes widen and my heart to break.

Max POV

After Sam pulled away from our kiss I blushed like crazy.

"That was fun," he said.

I raised an eyebrow. "The kiss or the date?"

He blushed. Man, he blushes easily. "The date."

"Yeah, I agree. See ya at school." I waved and walked in the house. I was surprised when I saw Fang sitting on the bottom step of the spiral stair case.

"Hey, Fang. You didn't have to wait up," I said.

"Max," he said in a hard voice. "Is he ok? Ya know, was he a good guy?"

My brow furrowed on its own accord. "He was the perfect gentlemen, Fang."

He stood up and walked to the kitchen without another word.

What's wrong? I thought to myself. And why did my heart break to see him like that?

A poem, brought to you by: Me!

I laid in Bed last night,

In a sleepless slumber.

Tick, tock.

What usually felt like minutes,

Melted away like candle wax.

Tick, tock.

The moonlight,

Giving off shadows,

On my bedroom,

Walls.

Tick, tock.

Went the clock.

Skid, Blue, and me: *giggles*

JP: What's so funny?

Me: *giggles* 3 (sigh. A less than sign is supposed to be in front of the 3.)

Tank: How is that funny?

Me, Blue, and Skid: *bursts out laughing*

JP: I do- Oh. Ew, you three are disgusting!

Tank: I don't get it!

Max: Let me see. *looks at the screen* *bursts out laughing*

Fang: *look above*

Tank: I DON'T GET IT! SOMEONE EXPLAIN IT TO ME!

- Sanity *giggles*

(Oh, and Pyros ignite? PI: Yeah? Me: Fang's hotter than Iggy, and Iggy's a pyro maniac so Fang must be pretty damn hot! PI: Damn you!)