Fang: *sigh* This girl he doesn't own Maximum Ride. She's just a psychotic fourteen year old that is peeved currently ... *cough* PMS *cough*

Me: FANG WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?

Fang: *cower* nothing... *cough* told you *cough*

Me: CHOCOALTE!

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That's what I thought! Hahah! What's "chapter" in French? Hmm. I need to figure that one out.

Chapter Deux!

MAX POV!

I make it out of the house.

Finally.

I mean, jeez, Iggy went and specified every single one of those items on the shopping list! I mean how complex can milk be?

Yeesh kebab! Haha.

I fly as fast as I can, I mean if you don't know toilet paper doesn't work all that well... Um, yeah.

I stop. I can see Nudge, Angel and Gazzy flying straight towards me. They're lucky I trust them enough to fly.

Not that I have the time to speak to them right now. Help!

"MAAAAXXXX HIII MMAAAXXX!"

Who gave Gazzy sugar? He doesn't need it. Oh, god.

"Hey, Max? Where are you going? Are you going to the mall? But I thought you didn't like the mall? OH EM GEE HAVE YOU FINALLY FIGURED OUT YOU ARE A GIRL! Oh, this is a proud day! Can I come to the mall with you? I ripped a pair of jeans and lost a shirt and so now I have ONLY seven pairs of jeans and twenty-two shirts! Can you believe that? IT IS ABSOLUTELY HORRENDOUS! But I'm looking or a shirt with a strawberry on it! I love strawberries, they are so nice and delicious. I remember when mppfffff!"

I mentally thank Angel for stopping Nudge's non-stop talking by clasping her hand over her mouth.

"No, Nudge, I'm just going down to the store. See ya!"

"WAIT MAX!"

Oh God, what?

"Can I come with you? I need to get some stuff!" I refuse to look at Nudge and her bambi eyes.

"No, I'm just going quickly. What do you need?"

"PLEAAAASSEEEE?"

"No."

"Fine, just get me some cookies and cream ice-cream."

"We have some at home."

"There's only like two litres of it left."

"Nudge." I say with a warning tone.

She sighs, defeated. No one can out warning tone Max. "Fine."

I fly off before she tries again.

I make it to the store and decide to go to my needs last. Well, not the tablets and chocolate. You know what I mean.

I get to the feminine hygiene section and am blown away. How am I meant to freaking choose? And if I get .. too many .. someone will notice. But then if I get more I will not have to do this for a while.

I look at the tampons, these, apparently, are more for sporty people. I look at the instructions for one.

A few minutes later, and I am scarred. I'm meant to put it up THERE? What on earth? It is an invasion of privacy.

Maybe it isn't so bad.

Maybe.

Doubtfully.

I can get tampons and pads. Then I can ... urm ... try them both.

I grab a few different types of each and put them in my trolley and go to the check out.

When I make it up to the check out guy I turn red. Why did I not get a female? Why did I get an incredibly hot guy that will see my feminine things?

Why, Max, why?

Wait, Max, did you just call him hot?

That is exactly what you hate guys doing to girls!

I'm such a hypocrite! I must stop this now!

Except Fang doesn't count...

I finally make it out of the check out. The guy didn't even glance at the stuff. Thank you lord Jesus! Though he did right his number on the receipt. Oh well, way better than getting some comments on my items of choice to buy. And the mass amount of chocolate I bought. I'm going to start a stash for these times now, just in case.

I shoot home. I've been away for like an hour and I bet my pants are stained. At least they aren't my favourites. My favourites are really cool dark gray jeans that for some reason didn't fit. Terribleness!

"Hey, Max!" I hear as soon as I get in the door.

"Hey Igster!"

"Can I get the stuff? I'm using it for tonight's dinner."

Crap. The food and my stuff are in the same bag.

"Oh, I just have some stuff in here. I'll bring it out to you when I get my stuff out."

"Um, why don't I just take the food out and you keep the bag or something?"

What do I say, what do I say...

"Oh, I've got less stuff! It'll be faster this way." Go Max!

He sighs. "Whatever you say, Max."

I rush to my room and pull out everything of mine and put it under my pile of clothes, for now.

I come back out, acting as if I did not do something life threatening within that hour and hand the bag to Iggy.

Then I go shower. After having a tablet, of course. And some chocolate. I love my chocolate!

I come back out, happy as Larry! Ha, Larry. I hear Angel and Nudge rushing around upstairs so I put up my mind blocks. Angel does not want to hear about what she will have to experience when she is older. God.

"Experience what?" She's standing right next to me. She must have caught that last bit.

"Hmm? Oh, nothing darling."

"Yeah... Okay, whatever Max."

Close call, but of course Max the mighty fended it off! I'm feeling rather delighted for some reason. Why? God knows. But OOHHH WELLLL!