A/N;

I am soooo sorry! I've been having major writers block with all of my stories, sorry sorry sorry!

-cowers-

Here's another chapter of AC, possibly my favourite story to write, haha. I'm gonna try and update the Most Likely Awards and Total Takes Over after this.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed :D

NOTE: I am NOT from New Hampshire. I really don't know much about the whole 'randomly getting married' thing, so I am GUESSING. I know this would never happen in real life, probably. So yeah, just a heads up.

-Rain

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were tweeting, the caterpillars were doing whatever caterpillars do, and the flock were flying through the air.

This was no normal day, however, as you could probably tell from the flock's outfits. Max was wearing a beautiful, satin, expensive, credit-card-eating white flowery beautiful pretty lovely amazing dress, her hair done up in an array of curls that the wind was miraculously not destroying.

Beside her, Fang was soaring gracefully like a black panther with wings (woah, where have we heard that line before!?), wearing black. Of course, this was no ordinary black outfit- this was a tuxedo.

"I love tuxedos." Fang sighed contentedly, absently picking at the sleeve of the tux jacket thing, "They're black. It's so my colour."

"And... we're sure he's not gay...?" Iggy whispered to Angel, who nodded.

"Fang darling," Nudge drawled, "Don't pick at your tuxedo. As wedding planner, everything must be in tip-top shape."

"Why did they let an 11 year old plan their wedding?" Gazzy muttered.

"Why are two fourteen year olds getting married?" Iggy asked.

"We're in New Hampshire! I tied my Mom to a chair and forced her to sign a parental consent thingy." Max smiled cheerfully. "It's going to be such a beautiful wedding!" she said, spontaneously bursting into tears.

"YOU'LL SMUDGE YOUR MAKEUP!" Nudge screeched, slapping her.

"Sorry." Max mumbled.

"Okay, let's drop out of the sky and into a conveniently-place chapel/church thing." Fang angsted like he usually does. "Come on."

One by one, they swooped downwards and found a church. Folding up their wings, the flock entered the church.

"We're here to get married!" Max said, randomly karate chopping the wall.

"Mhm. Go in- we've got priests on standby for weirdos like yourself." A lady said, shoving them through the door.

Max threw Fang up to the alter, straightening her dress and smiling like she was on crack. Nudge giggled behind her, her being the bridesmaid and Angel the flowergirl. Iggy muttered something about how he was surrounded by idiots and trudged up to stand by Fang. Gazzy shrugged and followed.

Beautiful wedding-type music started flowing in from the heavens- erm, I mean the old lady playing the piano, and Max started her walk down the aisle.

When suddenly...

"WE R COMIN 2 KIL U MAX!" the Erasers screamed, breaking into the church and howling angrily.

"Ah!" the flock screamed, momentarily forgetting they were kickass warriors from the planet Xa- I mean, kickass street fighters that had fought Erasers hundreds of times before.

"U CANT GT MAREED PLZ!" one of them cried, shaking his wolfy head.

"Why not?" Fang asked, puzzled.

There was silence.

"I guess this is just the author's way of setting up for angst-filled chapters where Max realises she can't ever have a family with Fang because we will always be there to HUNT YOU DOWN AND KILL YOU even though we're supposedly exterminated, and the School has been destroyed and whatnot." One Eraser nodded thoughtfully.

"Oh. Well in that case-" Max burst into tears for the second time this chapter, punching a few Erasers and flying off into the night.

"No, Max! We don't have to follow the cliché!" Fang yelled, tearing after her. Nudge flew off, screaming to herself about all her work being ruined, leaving Angel, the Gasman and Iggy standing by the alter.

"Well, I'm going to go and take over the world now." Angel announced, grabbing Total and Celeste and disappearing in a puff of pink smoke.

"I think I might go blow up Madagascar." Gazzy said decisively, "Seeya Igs."

"Bye..." Iggy waved. Suddenly, something grabbed his arm.

"We are in a chapel, and you're dressed for the occasion... wanna get married?" Ella's voice asked.

"Ella?" Iggy gaped. "Um, okay."

"Good..." the UD said, speaking through his speech-changer machine, "I'll find a priest, my sexy pyro."

With that, he wheeled away to find a priest, leaving Iggy thinking he was about to get married to Ella.

I think we learned one thing from this chapter; the UD is a sick pervert.

'Nuff said.

A/N;

I haven't randomly veered off in a while, so there we go! :D Hope you enjoyed, and sorry again for my absence.

R & R?