So I saw this review….and well….I felt guilty and just had to update. I'm gonna try my damn hardest to finish this story for you guys. But you might have to kick my butt a little.

Chapter 8: Date Crashers

Iggy POV

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride

"Nudge! Get your foot out of my mouth,"

"Get your mouth away from my foot,"

"Stop scratching me!"

"I didn't do anything! It was the branches!"

I took a deep sigh, and tried to ignore Angel and Nudge's usual bickering. They're were too many of them any more for me to count on my fingers. What in the hell was Fang thinking sticking me with the runts? Who put that emotion less wall of a good for nothing bird kid in charge?

Oh right…Max. Damn, despite how strongly I have Fang at this moment, her name is not a word I can say with any amount of bitterness.

"Shut you pie holes or I'll shut them for you!" I threatened the two diva queens hiding in the tree with me.

"You said pies hole!" Angel giggled, laughing childishly like the seven year old she was. I pouted as my ego took a serious blow, why couldn't they take me seriously? Oh that right, because now I'm the not so blind pyro kid who enjoys blowing stuff up. Well can't say I blame them.

"The only thing that shuts my pie whole is pie," Nudge replied shaking her head seriously, before starting a debate with Angel about apple pie versus pumpkin. (Apple for the win! I silently cheered). I rolled my eyes, about right now would have been a good time for the daily "That's so Total," diva tantrum to start.

"Hey!" Angel huffed indignantly, and then mumbled under her breath "I'm way more interesting than a dog," I bit back a laughter, I guess she forgot that my hearing is even more exceptional for a bird kid.

Right now, Angel, Nudge, and I were in the trees of central park, the very same place those police chased us away ever so long ago. We were nestled tightly on the highest branch. We had a clear view of the park below us, and the moon and stars above our head. Angel predicted that this spot was we're Max and that wiener would show up for a date. We were, as Fang puts it, 'spying' on Max's date.

Call it whatever you want Fang, but most people consider this stalking! I thought to myself.

Did I mention Max and sir Romeo of the men in tights, were going for a beautiful moon lit walk under the twinkling lights of the Manhattan sky? Note the sarcasm in my thoughts. I sliently pleaded for death witnessing the horrifying 'thing' that spinless loser called a 'date.'

The set up was just…ugh…. I had shivers running up my back. Wiener boy brought out the picnic basket and candles. One thing was for sure, this kid watched way too many chick flicks. He is a hundred years too early to date someone like Max. God, that kid better grow some balls before I go down and kick his non-existent ones- I thought venomously.

"Iggy! Please, keep your mind somewhat PG. And I this is actually very romantic, and not many guys are this sensitive"

"Sensitive my butt, he still needs to grow some balls," Nudge glares at me, kicks my shins, as swiftly, quietly, and hard as only a bird kid can.

"Ow!"

"You totally deserved that! Why do you have to be so pervy all the time? I mean really Iggy have you ever had a single thought with a clean word?" Whoa, hold the banana phone! I'm getting scolded by Nudge of all bird kids? Stupid Wiener boy, this was probably his fault too!

"Yeah actually I do, all the time!" Especially when I think of Max . . . my eyes conveniently looked over her intervened hands and settled for her face. Her eyes weren't on that wiener, no they were staring off into a much further place. There was no end to the depth in her eyes at the moment, her gaze reached to the stars. It made me wonder… since when did Max have such an absent minded look in her eyes?

"Are you hungry?" Sam asked her, and in my opinion, a voice too high to belong to a man. "I hope you are; I made this food myself." His face slightly flushed. Max nodded and sat up from the dweebs shoulder. Sam attempted to make small talk with Max, his eyes never really leaving her face.

"Huh, that funny…" Sam suddenly said. I grinned evilly, Opernation "Date Crashers" was a go!

"What?"

"The dressing bottle is stuck," Sam granted and yanked harder. I saw the bottle come out in his hand and bundle of black cotton fly through the air and land in Max's lap.

"A…a… puppy!" She squealed in delight. That little mutt ball snuck into the picnic basket, I thought with a grin. Total barked and snuggled his nose into Max's neck. "Oh Sam thank you so much," Max sighed happily. Hmm, we just made things better. What the heck was Fang thinking? Sam quickly covered up his dazed expression with a bottom less smile. I gritted my teeth, the kid tried to take advantage of the moment and land a kiss on Max.

"Angel!" I whined. She nodded, and concentrated hard. I saw Total swivel his head in jerky moments and licked Sam's lips. Max began laughing breathlessly, and scratched Total behind the ears. Wiener boy pulled his head back in shock and started wiping his mouth off. Poor Total hid his face in shame. "Angel…you really can be evil sometimes," I complimented her; Angel giggled in response. Poor Total…

"I think he likes you," Max giggled. Sam blushed in response.

"Yeah, a bit much don't you think," He said rather nervously. Max laughed and leaned down to kiss Total's head when he started whining. If this keeps up, I just might be jealous of that dog! Sam got up again to retrieve more food, when I loud fart shot out of him. I slapped my hands over my mouth, preventing a laugh from bursting out. Max and Sam both blushed brilliantly, and Max looked away.

"It wasn't me I swe-"Sam started when another more constipated sequel of farts followed. God did I love that gaseous kid.

"S-sam," Max blushed and looked away uncomfortably. "If-if you're not feeling well we c-can do this an-nother time." She said stumbling in her words.

"No Max," He says trying to walk closer, but with every step more and more farts came out. "It's not me I swear!"

"I'd like to believe you Sam, but…" Max says uncomfortably. Total stood up and bravely barked out against Sam. I blinked in surprise, that mutt actually mastered the art of barking!

"Angel," I started "Make him do something unwise. Nudge put a bottle in his hands," I chuckled. Angel and Nudge both shouted and delight and concentrated hard. Then Sam suddenly shouted out "Shut up you stupid dog," and kicked Total, who went flying into the Max's arms.

"Sam!" Max exclaimed in shock, her eyes flew to his hands. "Are you drunk?"

"What no!" Sam shouted back at her murderously. Max lips quivered for a second, and she pointed at his hands.

"I didn't even realize this was here."

"Sam are you lying to me again?" Max said close to tears. Damn I thought running this date would be fun, but I didn't think we'd be making Max cry.

"No Max I-" Sam started to say when his pants suddenly slipped off him. Max screamed and turned her head away. Fang…he's good. I quickly covered Angel's and Nudge's eyes to prevent them from seeing anything else. The dweeb was wearing gold fish boxers…I literally have no comments. I watched Sam frantically bend down to pull his pants back up, but another large fart emitted from his ass.

"Sam, I'll see you tomorrow at work," Max said quickly and started walking away. Total jumped out off Max's arms and ran at the dweeb. Without hesitation he bit him…in the crotch.

"That's one brave dog," I heard Fang's voice come from next to me. We fist fived while listening to the sweet sound of the Wiener's pain. Total trotted away with Sam's jeans in his mouth, proudly like he was holding a trophy. Angel and Nudge were laughing like hyenas and the Gasman was nowhere to be seen, though I'm willing to bet you he was probably rolling the grass trying to control himself.

"Come on, we have to go after Max," Fang declared in his "I'm trying to be authoritve" voice. I rolled my eyes, but went along with him. This was probably the most fun I've ever had in my life! And that includes the Disney trip. We opened our wings and let the wind catch us as we stepped of the branches. And like that, we were in the air again.

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"I can't believe we lost her!" Gazzy whined, and then took a sweeping dive to avoid the strong gust of air plummeting him. I tilted my wing the left, and swung closer to him and Angel.

"She can't be far," I began "Angel, is there any way you tell if Max is in the air?"

"Nope, I can't read her mind, but I can read Total's. There on the ground, I'd say about half a mile away from here."

"Then let's go," Fang replies, zooming ahead. I sigh at Fang's childishness; I swear that dudes pissin me off. We started descending rapidly. The city lights of New York were catching up to us faster than we could expect. We landed abruptly on our feet, surprisingly in our hurry, the Gasman tripped. Of course we made fun of him, never miss the chance to mock a bird kid, it's like an unspoken rule among us.

"Now where do we go Angel?"

"Take a left in 500 feet,"

"Are you sure she's around here? I don't think Max would hang out in alley ways." I intercepted before Fang could beat me to the punch once again and smiled smugly when he shot me the usual glare. What's his problem?

"I guess we'll find out," The Gasman mimicked Fang's voice. Fang grinned and punched Gazzy's arm.

As usual, Angel was never wrong. But the position we found Max in was shocking. She was tightly clutching her head, and was bent over breathing heavily. Total was rapidly licking her face trying to calm her down. Without warning, my body ran before my mind even accepted what happened. Fang was right beside me, never loosing stride. He rushed to Max's side and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

"Max! Snap out of it! Max!" He shouted in panic. This is Mr. I have no emotions we're talking about here. Something was wrong with Max, and only Fang seemed to be the one to realize how serious it was. Angel and Nudge hid behind my legs, frightened to see Max look like she was in so much pain. "Is it you're head? Is the voice back?" Fang mumbled trying to break through her whimpering. I clenched my fists, feeling like a useless loser.

"No…no more," Max mumbled before her head rolled back and a loud scream escaped her lips. I held back Angel, Gazzy, and Nudge with all my strength. Max was having a panic attack. And although she didn't remember us anymore, her body seemed to remember being in Fang's arms. Not mine…I wouldn't be of any use here. Fang only held her tighter, causing jealousy to burn through my veins.

"Fang..." Max mumbled before completely blacking out. Sweat rolled down on our temples as the moment of silence never seemed to end. I placed my finger around Max's neck, checking for a pulse.

"She's unconscious Fang," I mumbled, unable to move my eyes from her sleeping face. Fang nodded his head in reply.

"Let's fly," He whispered, shaking his wings out and doing an abrupt up-and-away. Five bird kids shot after him. My heart clenched inside my chest. For the first time in my life, I heard Max scream like that, and for the first time in my life, I saw a broken expression on Fang's face.

Never again will she scream like that- I vowed.

Because I started writing this story so long ago, I had to come up with a new story line. I won't change anything that I've written thus far, but I will try my hardest to write a story that will satisfy all my readers. Thanks for liking my story.

I'm open to all new ideas

~kiki1607