Disclaimer: Max isn't mine, but you know that.

A/N: Okay so I just realized that if I get this posted today, then this story will be in sync with the actual days of the week. Now, I just want to thank sparkleglitz01 and FAXloverTOtheMAX for ideas and support. Plus, whoever it was that suggested roller skating.

Fang POV

The next morning Max kept in her room for much longer than usual. I was impatient and wanted to see her new clothes, but I could wait because I knew that she had to come down eventually. Or maybe not...

While I waited for her, I ate about four breakfasts. Don't tell Dr. Martinez. She has forgiven us for Friday now and I don't want to ruin our second chance. As it is we're lucky that we didn't have to clean the windows. She admitted that it was an empty threat and she hadn't expected us to go with it.

At long last, Max walked into the kitchen. She wasn't meeting anyone's eyes and had on a martyred expression. However, she bravely took her usual seat across from me. I slid the remainder of my fifth breakfast across the table to her and murmured, "You look good. In a non-Max way."

She muttered, "You're lying through your teeth on the first part, but the second piece is right on."

She just doesn't get the appeal she has to the male half of the world. I didn't say anything. Instead, I watched her chew with the sour expression she used to reserve for talking about having to save the world.

After ten minutes, Ella came in and announced, "Today we are going to have a family day. I know you aren't all my family, but we're living together, so it feels like it mostly." Mostly. Hmm. I wonder who the exception is. "I rented us roller skates."

The responses were loud and clear.

Nudge: "Awesome! Maybe we'll be able to do tricks and…"

Iggy: "That might be dangerous, but I'll give it a try."

Gazzy: "Are we allowed to knock each other over?"

Angel: "Are there skates in my size?" Such an odd thing for a six year old to say.

Max: Chokes, spews food, and cries, "Are you kidding me!"

Me:

Dr. Martinez: "Just wear protective pads."

Ella: A startled expression that shouts, "Who do I answer first?!"

Angel came to her rescue, "Max is thinking that you should start with the youngest and work your way up. Plus, she doesn't want to do it."

Ella nodded, "Alright. Angel, I got sizes for everyone. Gazzy, there will be no pushing people down unless you want Max to punish you. Nudge, you have to learn the basics before you can do anything complex. Max, you don't have to do it, but imagine how much fun it will be! Plus, you're the one I really wan to spend time with."

Max sighed, fine, but Mom is right; we will be wearing wrist gaurds, helmets, and elbow and knee pads."

Ella nodded. A few moments later everyone had already run off to finish getting ready. Max groaned so that only I could hear. I chuckled softly.

One hour later

We were all in the road and moving. We were doing surprisingly well. Nudge and Gazzy had each taken a fall, but they're tough kids. Ella seemed to have a lot of previous experience, so she was helping Iggy who was playing the part of a useless blind guy. She was holding his hand to guide him. Insufferable flirt.

Max was staying either in the lead or rear, just a little bit apart from the main group. Right now she was in the back, but moving to the front. As she passed I fell in with her, asking, "Is there a reason why you are staying away from us?"

She replied, "I don't want to fall in front of the flock."

"If you start to fall, I'll catch you. However, I think you have another reason not to talk to us. You don't want a confrontation about your clothes."

Max sighed, resigned to me ability to read her. "I'm only wearing these clothes for one day to please Ella."

How? I must have accidentally let my thoughts show because she told me, "You'll see tomorrow."

I had nothing to say to that. I looked up and to my surprise, I saw a large truck coming down the middle of the road. "Headsup!" I shouted a warning. Max grabbed angel's wrist, but didn't worry about herself.

I crashed my body into hers. We landed in the grass on top of each other a short distance from where Max had knocked Angel. Ignoring, the fact that I was on top of her, Max cried, "Flock, report!"

Iggy told us, "Just fine, fine indeed." He was pressed to Ella. I could just imagine Max calling him a pig before she realized that she was under me.

Nudge called, "I'm fine, but I scraped my elbow pad and…"

Angel said, "You're strong, Max." I bet she liked that. Sure enough Angel said, "Your welcome, Max."

Gazzy cried, "That was cool! Can we do it again?"

Max told him, "No sweetie. I don't have another reckless truck driver." Now, she addressed me, "You can get up now, Mr. Ton Of Bricks."

"I know." I waited another spiteful moment before standing and offering her a hand. She didn't take it of course. Classic Max.

Did you all like that? I hope so. I braved a hurt finger to type it. Well, actually I didn't use that finger.

I already have Tomorrow planned out, but it might be awhile before I cam post it and I mean it this time. However, If I get great reviews I might be inspired. Who likes Fax and explosions? Just let me know.

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