Here's a kind of short chapter, but keep reviewing and tell me what you think!

I felt Fang's warm fingers graze my neck as he found the zipper to my dress. He gently tugged it downwards, and froze when he had unzipped my dress about halfway down my back. "Is it stuck?" I asked, wriggling a bit to try to get it unstuck.

Then I remembered.

I had wings.

I was paralyzed, my lungs stopped, and everything froze except for the blood gushing through my veins. I turned around after what felt like years to see Fang's shocked face staring back at mine. "Fang…"

In the next moment, Fang had already pulled off his shirt and unfurled a beautiful pair of raven wings. Okay, now I was the shocked one.

"Don't tell me you didn't feel that spark this morning when our eyes met," Fang gently moved towards me, placing his warm hand on my arm, sending another electric current through me. "There. Didn't you feel that?"

I looked up at him with my eyes as big as saucers. I nodded quickly, agreeing about our connection that we both seemed to feel. "Yeah, I feel it," I whispered, still shocked. My eyes darted towards his wings as he lightly fluttered them, reminding us both that they were there.

I wanted to reach out and touch them, but I thought it might make the situation crazier than it was. Instead, Fang slid his hand down my arm until his fingers intertwined with mine. "I knew you were different, Maximum Ride," Fang cooed. By now we were only inches apart, our faces tantalizingly close to each other. "Let me see them," He said, brushing his fingertips over my shoulders and down to my wings, sending a shiver down my spine.

I gently rolled my shoulders back and opened up my wings, revealing the intricate feathers and color patterns. Fang's eyes traced my wings from tip to tip, and a subconscious smile spread across his face. "Max, they're beautiful."

I felt my face blushing. No one had really ever called my wings beautiful, besides Jeb and my mom. "Thank you," I smiled. Our eyes met and the moment was intense, but relaxed. This warm sensation spread through my body, and in that moment, I felt happy. Safe. Comfortable. Even though my dress was half hanging off my body and I just got beer spilled on me, I was happy.

"I'm really glad you moved here. So just to let you know, Iggy, Nudge, Angel, and Gazzy have wings too. If you want, I don't have to tell them about yours yet," Fang suggested, breaking the silence and our gaze.

I reached over to the bed and pulled the dark blue t-shirt over my head and dress. It passed over my hips, so I pulled my dress down. The t-shirt ended around mid-thigh, practically dress length. I pulled the shorts on anyway as Fang watched my every move. It was kind of creepy, but he was probably just as intrigued with me as I was with him.

"You can tell them, but not too night. There's too many people floating around who could hear," I told him, pulling my hair out of the shirt and letting it cascade down my back. I looked kind of ridiculous in his clothes, but I had to admit they were extremely comfortable.

"Okay," He flashed me a smile. "You look cute, by the way," He winked at me and I punched his shoulder lightly.

"Oh, stop."

"Max," his voice was suddenly husky and dropped lower than usual. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, causing my breath to hitch. "You're not like the rest. Don't forget that."

"Fang-" I began to protest, but he shushed me.

"No, Max. Listen. I know not everyone is friendly around here, but you need to remember these-" he rubbed my wings lightly through my shirt, causing me to sigh, "and how strong you are."

Was he warning me of something? Should I be worried about the people here? I had no clue what he meant, but all I did know was that my arms had somehow found their way around his neck, bringing us closer than we had ever been. I felt like I had known him my whole life, and I had only known him for a day.

Fang and I finally separated apart and awkwardly walked down the stairs together and back to the party. Most of the people were cleared out, except for Iggy, Dylan, Lissa, Brigid, Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel. Lissa and Dylan were hanging over each other for support, both looking so drunk that they'd collapse. Brigid was ushering them out to the car, but not with protests from Lissa. "I need to kiss Fangles goodnight," She mumbled, pulling away from Brigid. Brigid rolled her eyes and dragged her outside.

"Dylan, we're leaving, now!" Brigid yelled, seeming like she was the only one with some common sense. Before I knew what had happened, Dylan was all over me, pinned me against the wall, and kissed my lips. He tasted of alcohol and smelled disgusting. I was trying to push him away or yell in protest, but I couldn't. Luckily, Fang and Iggy yanked him off of me. Not to mention, Fang socked him in the gut once or twice, too.

After that whole fiasco ended and the three people I hated were gone, Fang rushed over to me. "Max, are you alright?" He lightly pressed his lips to my forehead, and I heard all of the others gasp. I looked up at Fang, nodding. But he got my double meaning.

I opened up my wings, right there in the foyer of Fang Walker's house, showing a bunch of people I had just met my biggest secret. "OMG," Nudge was the first to react. She rambled on for hours until the others shut her up. They all piled around me and gave me hugs, welcoming me to "the flock", or what they called themselves. I felt so happy as Fang looked on as he leaned against the doorjamb.

After Iggy took his hand off Nudge's mouth, she kept going. "I can't believe there's more of us out there. I wonder if there's more, outside all of us? Well maybe there is, since we didn't know about Max. Wait, what if there are no more bird kid after us? We'll have to make more. OMG, Max and Fang already are in love so they could have babies. They'd be so cute together and their-"

Okay, I caught on and may or may not have slapped my hand over Nudge's mouth like Iggy had done earlier. By now my face was beet red, and Fang's head was in his hands. I saw him chuckling though. I didn't think Nudge was so funny.

After we all had settled down, we decided to move into the living room. Fang and I sat on a small couch together, while Iggy, Gazzy, and Angel sat on a bigger one. Nudge cozied up in a bean bag chair. It was around midnight, so I figured I'd have to go home soon. The latest mom would want me home was one.

Angel and Nudge picked some romantic movie and we all settled in. Somehow, Fang had managed to wrap his arm around me while I was leaning back against his chest. I saw a few glances from the others, but I didn't really pay attention. I was so tired, and felt myself drifting off to sleep.