Summary: What if Max and the Flock had never gotten "the talk"? What is the outcome of an adolescence without an adult and knowledge of societal norms?
Chapter Nine: Angel Tries To Help
"Please Max?" Angel asked. I took another spoonful of oatmeal into my mouth. I chewed and swallowed with a gulp. Then I took another one.
"Yeah, Max, it's even MORE beautiful out today, and you know that normally doesn't happen because it's like spring and all and didn't Jeb once say that in spring its supposed to rain a lot, and yeah, so like its so sunny and its only 8, so like we'll have lots of time to do whatever and I promise that like yesterday, we totally won't like...." That was Nudge, as I'm sure you may have already presumed.
I took another bite before I put my spoon down onto the plate with a loud, reverberating clang. I let out an exasperated sigh. I was already fighting the drowsiness coming over me.. trying hard to stay awake—I had just gone to bed three and half hours ago.. My mind was all muddled.. They were asking to picnic again today. The weather was good, I thought.. Nice to take a nap under. I mentally shook my head again, trying to organize my thoughts. No. Picnicking meant allowing them to fly beyond the cliffs again. No. Bad. Not allowed. Too much freedom. Might get caught. But the weather was gorgeous, really..
"URGH," I exclaimed at the table, holding my head into my hand. I looked up to see Fang raise an eyebrow at me, a tiny smirk on his face. My face felt red. Leader not supposed to groan. No groaning for leader. No groaning for Max. No groan.
I turned my head, to see the face of Nudge, whom was sitting next to Fang, on the other side of the table from me.
Not a very good idea.
Bambi eyes.
URGH. This is how I got stuck letting them go on a picnic two days in a row..
"Max, think of it this way. I still haven't learned how to do the side-swerve, right?" Angel said to me, overhearing my thoughts. We were in midflight to the area we had picnicked yesterday. Angel had flown up to take Fang's place in our V-formation, successfully screwing it up. Iggy was on my other side, lugging a large napsack of food he had prepared before we had set off.
I thought to myself critically. That was true. She'd have to learn the side-swerve eventually anyway. My mind grew more at ease. At least we were going to get a chore done today. Not as much as I had planned for today.. but ah well.
We landed around the large tree we had picnicked under yesterday. The large red and white checkered blanket was still there, stamped down with large toolshed nails by Iggy the previous day. It hadn't blown away in the night wind. Iggy immediately sat down to survey any damage to the food that may have occurred midflight. In the distance I heard Gazzy hooting. He had not landed near the blanket, but had flown out straight past the cliffs, doing some cartwheels midair. I sat down on the blanket, leaning against the brown bark of the large trunk of the tree. Being morning, the shining sun threw down a large calming shaded area beneath the side of the tree which the blanket was on. Relaxing. I leaned my head back, thinking about this and that.. subconsciously dozing of with the sounds of Iggy getting lunch ready soothingly bustling in the background.
I opened one eye to check up on Nudge before I completely fell into a slumber to make up for the rooftop discussion this morning. Nudge was with Angel in a small patch of flowers, down the minuscule steep slope of a hill the large tree was on. They were picking flowers enjoyably. Relaxing at the sight of their innocent behavior, I relaxed completely, finally catching up on that sleep. Didn't worry about Fang. He was probably perched ontop a branch on the same tree dozing off himself. I knew him. He was like a sleeping kitten half the time--despite common belief, he was definitely not an insomniac.
I yawned, opening my eyes wearily. A beam of sunlight had hit me in the face directly, arousing me from my nice nap. I stretched my arms, working out the kinks, surveying the area. Feeling a heavy weight on me, I looked down to see Iggy, his head pillowed ontop of my knees, my legs having been extended on the blanket. He looked up at me directly. A normal person would not have been able to tell he was blind with the accuracy and intensity of his eyes. He chomped on his sandwich ostentatiously.
"Whazzup, doc?" He said, crumbs splattering from his mouth. I grinned at him, laughing, and feeling very very awake after my well-needed nap. I heard a rustle in the tree above me, and saw Fang a nanosecond later, crouched over the tray of about 65 sandwiches Iggy had set out, his knees bent, leaning over the selection and picking one out. The sunlight must've woken him up too. It was around noon now, I measured, looking at the sun. It no longer cast a shadow completely over the blanket, explaining why I had woken up.
Angel came over to me and put her arms around my neck, hugging me, and then handing me a sandwich. She had an array of flowers all over her—her arms, her neck, her hair, her ankles, her wrist, her waist, her clothes. I looked over at Nudge. Same.
"Thank you, Angel. So what did you guys do this morning?" I asked them, despite the fact that it was apparent.
"We picked flowers, but I found some purple ones that looked SO pretty, but then I touched them and they like, oh my gawsh, like frickin bit me, I was like, totally thought that plants didn't bite other stuff, so I was like totally surprised...." Nudge went on.
"I FOUND A BUNCH OF STUFF" the Gasman cut in with a huge grin on his face. He looked quite pleased with himself, stuffing his face with three sandwiches at a time. I looked over to him. He was sitting outside of the blanket, on the grass. Thankfully too, because he was covered in mud from head to toe. I shook my head exasperatedly.
I finished my fifth sandwich, before a thought had just struck me. I had to remind Fang to teach Angel the sideswerve. It was already around one.
"Hey Fang, you should teach Angel the side-swerve today. The conditions are perfect, barely any wind." I said to him. He glanced up at me mid-bite and nodded his head compliantly.
At least he didn't put up a fight. He tends to take a while to get awake.
"NUDGE NUDGE NUDGE YOU WANNA RACE?!?!" Gazzy asked enthusiastically, remembering what I had mentioned him yesterday about competing with his superior peers.
Nudge shrugged indifferently.
"Fine, but you can't fart in my face, thats like so low, and like totally not fair because like it really does stink!!" she expressed adamantly.
The Gasman nodded eagerly, before pulling her arm forcefully off the blanket by the wrist and dragging her to make a running take-off. I could hear her screaming in the distance angrily: "BUT I DIDN'T FINISH MY SANDWICH!!! URGH GAZZY!!"
The weight on my knees shifted, as Iggy reached over his head to grab another sandwich off of the slowly diminishing tray. He put his head back on my knees probably after he had gotten one, chewing slowly, taking his time. There was something on his face that made me feel extra-wary of him. He totally was planning something.. and totally wanted something from me to do it. I squinted at him suspiciously before looking up. Fang asked Angel if she was done, and they were now just about to start the lesson. The two stood up on the blanket, brushing the crumbs off of their laps, before they stepped outside to about 15 yards away on the green lawn. I sat there, with Iggy's head on my lap, watching them while casual conversing with him.
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Angel ran over to me, her cheeks stained a rosy red, her face flushed after an hour of hardcore technical flight maneuvering. She collapsed on my lap, hugging my hips, chattering away excitedly, albeit incoherently. I smiled inwardly, waiting for her to recover from her adrenaline rush and repeat everything in a corrigible abstract.
While Angel heaved and spluttered excitedly, I looked up to see Fang walking towards the picnic blanket, up the last portion of the small hill. His hands were relaxedly slouched into his pockets. I watched him walk towards me, his eyes were on mine and I saw him flashing me a handsome grin once he had gotten close enough for me to see it. It was one of those grins that made your heart skip a beat. His face, too, was flushed a varying shade of red; I could see the energy radiating off of him despite his silent demeanor.
Fang sat down at the edge of the blanket, his legs bent out over the grass. He leaned back on his palms and shook the few drops of perspiration out of his hair. He sighed loudly, looking out into the clear blue sky.
Nudge had been right. The weather today certainly was spectacular. My arms around Angel's chest, sitting on my lap, I too, looked up at the same clear sky. Iggy was napping, his head leaning against the outer side of my left thigh. Light snores sounded from him.
Angel took a large, overwhelmingly deep breath and then let it out. I looked down.
"Now tell me ALL that, in english now, honey." I said to her. She smiled back, happily.
"I totally got it this time!! I can do it perfectly.." she said excitedly. She frowned for a nanosecond. "Well, almost perfectly, because I still can't get the hang of tilting down my downy feathers at the tips to make a strike through the wind.." she wrinkled her chin, pouting at her own confession.
"Don't worry, she can still do it better than you can," Fang interjected smoothly, much to my annoyance. He was still looking up at the sky, while chugging down a gallon of gatorade.
I wrinkled my nose at him, throwing him a dirty look to his back. Angel giggled.
"I saw that you know.." Fang said during a breath in between chugs. I rolled my eyes.. not that he could actually see it, but still.
Fang screwed the cap of the gallon back on after he had emptied it with a loud sigh, and tossed it to the side. He then leaned back onto the blanket, resting his head on his arms, folded behind his head. He kept looking back out into the sky.
I looked up too, Angel on my lap, Iggy leaning on my side. A moment of silence passed over us, Angel began munching on a sandwich. The silence was effervescent, a beautiful moment of peace between the two of us.
"There's so much out there Max.." he said casually. Immediately, my eyebrows furrowed in response to that statement. He was bringing that up again. He wanted to explore. To get out and see the world. He wanted to let Angel see the town below the cliffs. He wanted to let Nudge help him shop and see the supermarket and all the stores. He wanted to take Gazzy to a public park and let him play with other kids his age. He wanted.. he wanted.. he wanted things that were not sensible for the likes of US.
I kept quiet. He wasn't even worth an argument on this subject.. and why destroy such a lovely day? Angel hummed approvingly at my thoughts. I rolled my eyes..
Having finished her sandwich, Angel crawled off of my lap, and jumped onto Fang's torso, laid out on the blanket, his legs on the grass. If he was a normal 13-year-old boy, he'd shout in surprise or grunt in pain at the sudden impact of 56-pounds of 5-year old birdkid on him. But he wasn't, cause he was Fang. I thought I saw his eyes open a bit wider at Angel's sudden pounce, but perhaps I was imagining it. Ah well. Who cares.
"Careful, Angel.." I warned her absentmindedly. I was inwardly relieved that she had done so, perhaps secretly hoping that he had gotten hurt in retribution for bringing up a topic he knew I did not approve of.
"Aww, sorry Fang," she said, sounding like she didn't mean it at all. Fang got up from lying down on the picnic blanket, leaning up 50 degrees to look at her, his weight resting on his palms behind him. Her hands were folded behind his neck, but she let go of them to throw her weight on him, putting her arms around him.
"THANK YOU SOOO MUCH FOR TEACHING ME TODAY!!" she said earnestly. Fang blinked for a moment, and then he closed his eyes and began to chuckle. The noise was music to our ears. I felt Iggy shift next to me. Iggy's form lazily got up to lean on one propped up elbow, his head still beside me. He immediately turned to face where Angel was sitting on Fang's torso.
"My dear nonexistant god/scientist/creator-guy, am I hearing Fang laughing? Someone smack me," Iggy said, deliberately making his voice sound extra loopy. His voice was slurred lazily in the first place, having just gotten up from his nap.
The laughter slowly died out. Angel leaned back, falling into his lap, to look at him, her hands now folded behind his neck. She smiled endearingly, obviously delighted by the laughter that had graced our ears for a precious near-minute. Iggy grinned.
Fang looked down at her, smoothing her hair back. After a moment, the laugh lines around his mouth relaxed and the crinkles around his eyes smoothened out. His face returned to being devoid of any emotion again, as usual. He looked at her for a moment longer before he raised an eyebrow at her and began to speak, "You are most certainly welcome. But, Angel, you should.."
Angel suddenly smiled again, her eyes closing as her mouth expanded greatly on her face. She leaned forward again to put her arms around his neck. She was frighteningly small in size to him. She took the bulk of her weight off of him, and put her small 5-year old knees on either side of his hips on the blanket. She reached up with her arms to hug his neck, but she was literally just hanging on to it, her arms stretching to reach up his torso. Her knees having slipped off of Fang's lap, she was having trouble hugging him properly, as her arms could not extend to fully cover surround his neck. Fangs face still remained emotionless. He took her hands off of her back, where they had been, and put them beside him on either sides, refraining from touching her completely.
"Angel, I think you really need to.." Fang trailed off, as he suddenly furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at her. The look on his face as he tilted his chin down to face her was a mixture between threatening and confusion. His eyes grew dark as he looked down at her, her legs wrapped around his waist. Something significant and unclear passed between them. She looked back up, earnest. She was speaking to him in her thoughts. He didn't like what she was saying.. or, he was confused. I furrowed my eyebrows, confused at the exchange they seemed to be having.
"Hey Max, could you get me a juice box?" Iggy asked. I nodded, not that he could see it, and handed him the last one left in the open pack. I looked up at the sky, mentally measuring the time, estimating that it'd be soon that Gazzy and Nudge would get back from exploring the valley and stream. They'd be thirsty once they got back. I reached over into the cooler and got out two unopened boxes of Caprisun and Hi-C in bulk, one for each of them. I began working on tearing the dumb plastic wrapping off of them, so that it'd be easier for them to down into their parched throats. Why the heck did they have to make these things to difficult. "Arghh," I mumbled softly as I ripped the Hi-C box in frustration. Ah well. Whatever it takes to get the juice out. It's all food in the end, isn't it? I shrugged, giving up, and following to do the same to the Caprisun box. I laid out the boxes neatly on the opposite edge of the blanket, ready for when Nudge and the Gasman would get back, heaving and faces flushed all over again.
I turned around to check up on Iggy. He was sipping a grape juice box while spooning out some peanut butter from a jar, refilling the empty sandwich tray, and cutting up the stacks of bread into triangles for ease of eat. (Yes, I just made that up. Deal with it).
I looked over from Iggy to the opposite edge of the blanket. I blinked a few times in confusion. Fang's head was down, his knees wavering, sitting up, his weight was balanced on his palms, his arms propped up behind him on the blanket. On top of him, Angel's hands was on his shoulders. I caught her drop herself onto his lap from a near-standing position, and then get back up again to drop down again. She suddenly frowned a tiny bit, and then shook her head questioningly at him, as if asking him a question. He didn't seem to be responding, his head darkly looking down. The only thing animate about him were those quivering knees. She hmphed softly in what seemed to be irritation, and then instead of dropping down on him, she sat down distinctly onto his lap, but now just started to bounce on it. Fang's elbows, supporting him behind his back, faltered. He leaned back an inch.
I got up, kneeling now, a juicebox absentmindedly in hand.
Angel still bouncing up and down on his lap diligently, I heard Fang's voice call out to me. I noticed Iggy looking in their directly very curiously. He was raising an eyebrow at the constant rhythm and noise he was hearing from the area.
"Max," he said without looking up. I turned from the juices, to look at Fang, swiveling around completely. "Yeah?" I called out to him in response. Fang paused for a moment longer, as if taking a deep breath.
"I need some help here." Fang said it so quietly that a normal person would definitely not have been able to hear it.
I dropped the juicebox in my hand, looking over at him urgently. It suddenly registered to me the implications of what Angel was doing.
"Um, Angel, honey, Fang isn't feeling so well right now, I think you should stop," I said to her, swiftly walking over.
She stopped bouncing, sitting on his lap with her hands resting on his shoulders, and looked up at me, frowning, "But, but.." she trailed off. She didn't finish, as she saw the urgent dead-set, serious, no-kidding-around look on my face. I was not kidding here.
She got off of him, moving to the side. I heard Fang let out a hard breath. I knelt down next to him, and helped him get up.
"Iggy, give Gazzy and Nudge the juiceboxes if they get here. Don't worry, we'll be right back. Fang is still pretty parched from his flight, so uhh we're going to the stream.. I need to collect some more water anyway, I think we're running out," I called out to Iggy behind me.
"Let's go somewhere else," I whispered to Fang, my arm hovering behind his shoulder in case he needed the support. He grunted in agreement. His head was still down, his neck bent forward, his dark bangs covering his eyes. I steered us to area past the side of the blanket, rather than down the hill, where the Flock tended to explore and play. To the side was a thick woody area. The flock didn't play around here because it was impossible to fly through the trees, and I didn't let them go near here because I couldn't keep track of them if I were to fly over. We walked a steady pace towards a cluster of trees, my face frowning in worry the entire time. While half of me was relieved that he had actually told me, asking for help, the other half was worried because of the same reasons I'd ever and always be worried over him. He was Fang.
THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS GUYS. I'll address a few comments + questions in appreciation.
#1. Omg make Max get her period!! U shuld make her get her period or something. Did Max get her period yet? I think you need to like make Max get her period srsly omg.
1a. With all due respect to you guys, I am not dumb. I obviously wrote the summary for this story. "Adolescence" encompasses everything that it means. Erections, periods, hormones, hair. I know what "adolescence" means and have every intention of making this story WHOLE and THOROUGH.. okies? Does this answer your question?
1b. That being said, kindly take into consideration the pace in which I'm writing this story. This is chapter 9, and thus far we've gone through 2 days and a morning. O___o
1c. SO KEEP FOLLOWING THE STORY!! THERES ALOT COMING SOON! I'LL TRY TO MAKE IT WORTH THE WAIT ! Would you rather I just throw in random sexual situations and trivialities? Would'nt it be just a bit too conveniently coincidental if I were to introduce the concept of periods and such the DAY after Max finds out about Fang getting erections? I really don't want to throw shit in randomly. To be honest, I'm not even sure if I know how to do stuff like that. Things need to develop in my head, and then they can seep through my fingers satisfied. Sort of like fanfics where they have mindless sex. I don't get how authors can manage to write like that. Hullo? virgins? =.= The characters in my story are especially delicate in this situation because they are ONLY 13. And I'm aware of that moral ethic that constitutes making Max and the Flock a few years older in M-rated fics. Everyone knows that its just not appropriate for 14-year-olds to have sex, which is why people age them in their fics. Well, thats sort of the entire point of my story. They are 13. Its the premise of the story. If I were to do something rash like that, I'd destroy the whole point of it. O__o Then where would we be left? I'd seem like such a child-molester, despite the fact that I may or may not be younger than them.
1d. I will not answer the question of if Max has gotten her period yet.
1e. Keep following the story, and you'll find out! Like I said before, I have this story planned out. If I were to rush in a concept like menses, it'd be such a shameful waste of a topic with such a large amount of potential. Especially in a story like this one, I could expand on it tons. I want to explore the story and all related concepts, if you know what I mean.
1f. Since you guys are so good to me =D I'll give you a hint. The second arc (as in, I mean a different overlying plot; currently the overlying plot of this arc is that Max and Fang don't know what erections are), will be coming in rather soon, and will have Max and Fang being a bit more knowledgeable. I know some of you guys are sort of getting tired of the plot in this arc where theyre all clueless. I can't tell you what I'm planning though, cause that'd ruin the story! But in the space in between the second arc and the first arc, more questions about Max will be answered. No, she is not an unfeeling handjob machine. She too, has feelings. Will be explained soon!!
1g. I seriously didn't want to go into Max's internal feelings so soon, but seriously you guys have really been pushing me to do it. O__o So yesh. Keep reading, cause this story will definately have everything. You won't have a question or request left by the end of it. You will be satisfied, perhaps mortified. Who knows?
#2. In your last authors note you said that you write chapters in advance. Why does it take you such a long time to update? Like seriously, you have all of the chapters, why don't you just post them up?!
2a. Well the first answer is obvious. I began writing this story, not for reviewers, but for myself. I was just bored and I thought it'd be interesting.
2b. Note that this is my first fanfic. Ever. I hadn't started out writing for you guys, but as I read these reviews, it makes me want to write more and more because I have an audience now. At first, I began to write because I was bored, and for myself, scribbling away on MSword.
2c. Why don't I post all the chapters up at the same time? Because I like getting feedback. Once I feel like I've gotten enough actual advice, compliments, criticism, requests, questions, comments, I feel energized. I feel like I know WHAT to write about, it gets me focused. Ideas start spinning in my head on how to continue the story. I'm not an author who puts up ultimatums, like "update after 30 reviews only," because I'm not writing for publicity. I'm writing to form an actual story. I'm really happy you guys like this story so far, but even if you guys didn't, I'd still keep writing, for myself if for anyone. Forming a cohesive story is an art. =)
2d. I said that I have chapters written in advance, but every time I post up a chapter, I fall less and less "in advance." Why is this so? Because I write in BULK. Which means one day I'll sit down and write 3 chapters in a row. But I might not write again until 4 or 5 weeks later. By that time the chapters I have in advance will be all used up. I cant really focus on a story and keep track of where I am or what my incentives are for the characters if I space everything out and do it, say, every night. I can't write half a chapter, or half of an event or occurance, the same way I can't write random shit in the middle. So writing alot of chapters in bulk in advance really helps me. If I were to update every time a chapter gets done, you'd only get updates once a month. O____O Isn't it better to have them frequently and consecutive?
2e. Then why don't I just write more often? Trust me man, I would if I could. I love reading your reviews, but I've got a life too. If you guys want to read my xanga (I talk about life, my morals, my philosophies, my days, outings with my friends, photo blogs, I write alot in general), then you should ask me to reply to your review and I'll send you the html link through an email reply to your review.
2f. Why don't I update more often? Believe it or not, same reason. If you read my profile, it'll tell you I'm a crap student. Which I am. In comparison, at least. I go to a special school, an academy for the intellectually gifted. My IQ is actually higher than an average kid's (apparently. but i totally dont believe it. i feel like such a dummy in all of my classes), but I'm actually just really really lazy in school. Unfortunately, the shit hits the fan. It all eventually catches up with me. Therefore I get loaded with work like 24/7. I'm procrastinating my procrastination such that I'm busy 24/7. Think about that.. after I finish doing something last minute, I just have something else due to do last minute too. In that endless circle, since I'm always busy doing things last minute I dont even have a MOMENT to do things ahead of time. Its so self-destructive. Ah well. Theres always next school year! (psh.. like i'll fall out of my bad habits that easily.. oh well). I'm usually free on fridays though. (Did you notice that I usually update really late friday nights or really really early saturday mornings around midnight?).
2g. But dun worry. =D From now on, I AM MAKING THE EFFORT TO TRY AND UPDATE TWICE A WEEK INSTEAD OF ONE. Eh. So I guess you can't rely on the friday night info anymore. I'll be switching it up. Todays update is EARLY! SEE?~ =D (but its only b/c i got let out of school early today.. and in case youre wondering the bulk of the chapters I've been posting up recently were all written during spring break. I've been lazy and havent written anything in about 3 weeks. I've been flocked with term papers and exams. sigh. poor me. i fail't at school). Only downside of me trying to update twice a week instead of one: my pool of advanced chapters written in bulk will run out alot more quickly.. therefore you better hope I find the time to write a little more in bulk before I run out of chapters to post up ! O.O
#3. Are they ever going to find out what it is that theyre doing?!?!? WHy don't they just look it up online?!
3a. Yes. They will. If you are already getting irritated by the recurring theme, just wait, because this is the primary plot. I'm going into different sub-plots later on. I promise. This plot is an establishing one, its irritating but completely neccesary. Its Chapter 9 right now. So by "later on," at this point, I mean VERY soon. If you are bored, just, Please wait. And I hope you keep reading !! =( Reviews help me know what you guys think of it, so I can improve and expand. You should let me know if it's really not holding your attention anymroe =(((( So far, theres only been 2 actual M-rated core scenes though, with the angsty not-knowing of what theyre doing theme.
3b. No, I will not tell how how they will find out and learn about this stuff. Keep reading and following this story and it'll all unfold before your eyes before you even know it. =D
3c. Asking questions like that help me figure out what blind spots I have in the story. I read them, and then address them later on. So if you ask questions like that, KNOW THAT THEY WILL DEFINATELY BE ANSWERED EVENTUALLY, via Let Me Help You. Keep following the story!!
My questions now:
1. Are you guys getting bored of how slowly I'm pacing this story apart? Is it too long? Too descriptive? Should I condense things? Is it bad that its been 9 chapters and only 2 days and a morning has passed? :(
2. Is updating once a week REALLY that long of a continuity for an ongoing story? Really ? O.O I've followed authors who've updated a lot less frequently but i'm not much of an until recently that I've gotten into it.
3a. Recently I've also found myself reacting to your reviews alot more than I'd expected to back when I first started posting up chappies. But I'm sort of confused. Some of you want me to rush things: "omg when are the lemons gonna be here?" and "make max get her period!!" and "what about max's horniness?" stuff like that. And don't worry, I had every single intention of eventually addressing all of these concepts, but I just didn't think people would ask me to address them by the second day in the timeline. O__o
3b. So the reason I'm confused is that I've also been getting a bunch of reviews from people who tell me that they like the fact I'm not making Max and Fang mindlessly horny and stuff. See, now these two things clash. On one hand I'm getting pressure to make them mindlessly horny, and the other to keep them going slow. Would I be disappointing some of you guys if I were to add in some more.. scandalous elements rather soon? I want honest opinions, I know that all of you have different ones too. :]
3e. I'm curious as to the ratio of how many people like the slow process pace versus the hard fast M-rated stuff.
4. So I don't really like non-canon characters added to the story, but I need to introduce one character (who is NOT significant to ANYTHING. she is JUST a pseudo-being, created for the SOLE purpose of being a catalyst. I REPEAT: NOT ANYONE WHO ALTERS THE MAXIMUM RIDE UNIVERSE). Anywho. I was thinking of a name. Would you guys get pissed off if I just named it, like Brigid, even if its not really Brigid? I repeat, a PSUEDO-character! DOESNT ALTER THE UNIVERSE! Cause I don't expect Brigid to show up in this story in the possible future at all, the character's name could just be a forshadow in the greater scheme of things in the MaximumRideUniverse.
THanks if you read this INCREDIBLY large rant!! I'm so sorry for taking up so much space, lol. Don't worry, future ANs will not be as long as this..
In the beginning I never added authors notes because I thought that it may annoy readers, but I got so much positive feedback when I started putting them up, so yeahh! =)
~catch ya on the flip side!!