A/N YAY! Update, woot! Anyways, I want to thank my Beta Reader SMARTCUTEFUNNYXD for making this chapter awesome! Thanks. :) So, I hope everything is cleared up in this chapter. Let me know okay? RNR, let me know what I need to fix. Okay? Today was a Half Day! 'Cause of snow. SO...I though I'd give you this!

MAXIMUM RIDE

So, I did exactly that. When I got home I rolled into a ball and sobbed. I'm tired of being this defenseless little...girl. I need the old Max back! The one that doesn't cry over every little boy that messes with her...

Well I guess it wasn't really every boy, just one.

"Max?" A voice sounded from my open window, pulling me out of my reverie.

I jumped ready for a fight, like the old Maximum Ride. The only difference? She wasn't blinded by the tears in her eyes. When my eyes finally cleared up to reveal that it was Fang, I put my fists down.

"What do you want?" My voice sounded defeated. I sat back down on my bed as he climbed through the window.

"To talk to you." His voice was stern and serious, like he wasn't backing down or taking no for an answer.

"Can't you just leave me alone?" I pleaded with him.

"Not until you listen to what I have to say." I gave him a look of disbelief.

"We already talked about this!" I shook my head back and forth. I couldn't believe him.

"Yeah, but you never listened to me. All I'm trying to do is-"

"Is what? Annoy the heck out of me?" I glared at him.

"No, to convince you how I feel." His dark, mysterious eyes gazed deep into mine. They usually made me melt, today however, not so much.

"How you feel? Why should I give a flying frick about how you feel?"

"Didn't you use to love me? Didn't you use to care about me too?" The features on his face turned to hurt and pity. It was so un-Fang-like that I blanched in confusion. He never uses that much emotion! This just made me even madder.

"I'm not the one who abandoned my family." I glared at him again, holding back tears.

"Are you still going on about that?" He raised his eyebrow me. I scoffed.

"Yes! You hurt the whole flock!" He glared at me.

"And you, right?" Uh, no, maybe, yes.

"No." It was his turn to scoff.

"Yeah, right." All my brilliant mind could come up with was a glower in his direction and a sigh/growl.

"It was for your own good." He sighed, "You wouldn't understand if I told you."

My eyes narrowed further.

"Try me." I barely got out through clenched teeth.

"First, calm down."

I growled.

"Or not. So you know how Angel said we were all going to get expiration dates?" I nodded my head, how could I forget? "I later found out after the whole fiasco with Dr. Amazing that I wasn't going to get an expiration date, and neither are you. I found the papers in some file."

I nodded again taking it all in. Angel had told us we were all going to die, Fang being the first. It's what caused him to leave. And what caused me to hate my little "Angel".

"Well, that's the first thing that freaked me out. Then somehow a Voice, like yours, told me that I was distracting you away from what your big important job was, which is saving the world." I rolled my eyes. "I left to help, start my own uprising, that way in twenty years you'd have hung up your ass kicking belt so that we could be together. I didn't want to see you die, or vice versa...I was just trying to help."

As I was soaking all this in I realized how much I truly missed Fang. His dark hair and black mischievous eyes. Lean muscles...abs. I licked my lips; it would be so easy to lean in and...

I shook my head sharply. What's with all the making out and inappropriate thoughts these days? I closed my eyes and sighed...

"Max? How do you really feel about Jesse?" And because I'm Maximum Ride, and I hate talking about mushy-gushy stuff, like feelings and emotions-which seemed to be happening a lot, I said, "I don't know." It was mumbled, and I knew I hadn't convinced him. Heck, I was still trying to convince myself. I looked down at my feet, anywhere but his face.

"Max." His voice was stern. It had a hint of warning in it.

"He's nice and sweet and he makes me feel good...and he was there, when you weren't." I sighed. "I've been thinking a lot about this, and I think I was just trying to make you jealous. I like him, I do. And when I say he makes me feel good, I mean in all ways. I don't run away when he kisses me, I don't have to. I'm not afraid of rejection when we kiss...or talk, or when we are together. I don't have to think about anything. I just feel. And when I say that, it's not just feeling, its feeling good. It's comfortable." When I finished my explanation I looked back over at him. His eyes held fury. It seemed that Fang was surprising me a lot lately with his strange emotional reactions.

"Why does everyone assume I'm going to hurt you?" He stood up and threw his arms in the air. He turned to me as quickly as he had his little outburst.

"Do you think I am going to hurt you?" I stared at him like he had gone crazy. Along with surprising me he's also been able to read my mind, apparently.

"I am not going crazy! If everyone thinks I'm a danger to you, then maybe I am!" he yelled at me as he bent over and picked me up... and I was too stunned to do anything about it. This was a side of Fang I'd never seen before, one that scared me. Of course we had our sparring matches and small fights, but he never fought back or had any type of threatening manner. Not like this.

That was until he did the unthinkable...

He slammed his lips to mine and fell on the bed, him on the top.

"Do..." kiss, "I..." kiss, "have…" kiss, "to..." kiss, "show..." kiss, "you..." kiss, "how..." kiss, "I..." kiss, "feel?" The sentence was long and dragged out between kisses.

I think I'm starting to like this bi-polar Fang. And if he was going to make out with me every time we fought? We were going to fight all the time...

He bit my lip.

Scratch that, I loved this bi-polar Fang.

I managed to gasp out "No!" as he began to kiss down my neck.

"I've missed you, a lot." I let out in a breathy tone.

"I know, you don't understand how hard... it's been... and when I saw you with... Jesse..." His voice settled into a low growl as his kisses slowed.

Way to kill the mood.

Right on cue, my new phone, that I have yet tried to even operate, blasted a song I wasn't familiar with. I only had two contacts in it besides the flock's numbers. And mom was at work, so...

Fang reached across me and snatched the phone before I could grab a hold of it. He opened it without even checking the I.D.

"Yo?" Fang asked into the phone.

"Fang give the phone back!" I yelled and giggled as he tickled me.

The look on his face changed from comical and joyous, to shocked and angry.

"Hey... Jesse." I stared at him with a look of petrified horror. So I wasn't extremely into the kid, that doesn't mean I want to hurt him. Fangs eyes darkened as he saw the look on my face.

"Fang? Give me the phone." He threw it at me. I glared at him, shocked at the violence but not letting it show.

"Jesse?" I sighed his name into the phone.

"I guess this means we're done?" He tried to laugh it off, but I heard the choke in his voice.

"Yeah, Jes, I'm sorry. I really am. It's just, I'm in love with another guy and-" Fang snatched the phone away.

"And dude, apparently, that's neither one of us. I'm sorry." Fang never says he's sorry...and what is he talking about, neither one if us? Doesn't he know I am talking about him? Fang hung the phone up and threw it across the room. He stared dangerously at me.

"Who is it?" At first I was confused, and then I realized he was talking about who I was in love with.

"Isn't it obvious? It's-" Fangs hand shot out and grabbed my shoulder, his grip tightened every time I tried to say something.

"It's you!" I shouted at him. "Now get off! You're hurting me." It didn't really hurt; I was just shocked that he was acting so violent towards me. Seriously, if I wasn't so emotionally screwed up I'd beat the shiznit out of him.

His face betrayed understanding, pity, sadness and regret.

"I'm sorry Max..." I glared at him: he could see the fear in my eyes. If it had been anyone else I would have tried to hide it. But Fang was my right hand man, my rock, and my best friend. If I couldn't let him in, then who could I?

I internally rolled my eyes. No one. That's who.

I cleared my throat and looked pointedly at his hand still gripping my shoulder. He didn't move it. I growled. He shrugged.

"Back to the same old emotionless Fang that I miss soooooo much?" I rolled my eyes.

See that? He kissed me and then got mad at me and I didn't run away. I was the cool and sarcastic bird freak that we all know and love. Right?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

His jaw set. And then he smiled. "Hey, you didn't..." he stopped mid-sentence as Dylan walked in my room. He stopped too, as soon as he saw Fang standing up, hovering over me, my body on the bed. His hand was still on my shoulder. Dylan's hard gaze fell on me.

"Max?" I sat up.

"Hey um, Dylan." I looked around, unsure, my eyes shifting to the side. He did the same, but his gaze was calculating.

"Max?" he repeated. "What's going on here?"

Fang spoke; "I'll tell you what's going on here-" he began as he finally removed his hand from my shoulder and molded it into a fist.

I thought it would be best to cut Fang off.

"Fang and I were just talking." My tone was defensive as I scooted away from Fang absentmindedly. He, however, did notice and pulled me right back. When did he get so strong?

"Uh huh." Dylan shook his head and snorted. "I just wanted to tell you that our flock was going out, we wanted to know if you wanted to come." Our flock? Over my dead body. I couldn't help but notice that his gaze, I mean glare, was pointed towards Fang and his stupid arm that was around me, keeping me next to him.

"Nah Dylan, go ahead. Tell Iggy he's in charge." I gained confidence as I blabbed on, enough so that I removed Fangs arm from around me and lay back on my bed. Fang glared at Dylan's retreating form. I laughed, hey! I tried to stifle it with a cough, it just didn't work.

"What are you laughing at?" He turned his glare at me and I just laughed a bit louder.

"You are jealous of Dylan!" Okay, that made me laugh really loud.

"No I'm not."

"Yeah you are!"

"No."

"Yes." It started getting heated.

Fang got closer to me and my position on the bed.

"No." He said low and mischievously.

I gulped.

He freaking started tickling me!

And didn't stop.

Even with my shouts of glee.

And everything was good, happy even.

For now.