By two, even I was getting exhausted from flying. We decided to land by a waterfall by the Canadian Border.
"You do know which waterfall this is, right?" Nudge asked.
"Um, no?" I said.
"This is Niagara Falls, Max! The coolest waterfall in the world!" Yeah, I don't know about that… but whatever. Everyone was happy, and that's what mattered. We stood on the edge of the ground, where the land met the water. The rushing current looked strong. Very strong.
Max.
Yeah, Angel?
Something's gonna happen. I don't know what, but it's bad.
Oh ok. Well, thanks for the warning, sweetie. I'll keep my eye out.
It's going to take more than that, Maximum.
I thought I told you to leave me alone!
You need to be careful.
Why?
You will soon find out.
Of course I will. I always do. Cause that kind of bad stuff just happens to me, doesn't it? Why yes it does.
"Oooh! A daffodil!" Nudge exclaimed. I was helping her and Angel pick flowers for God knows what, but they were having a good time, so I was too. Gazzy and Iggy were on the far side of the meadow we were in, doing something mischievous.
"Are you making a bomb?" I asked them.
"No!" They yelled in unison. I knew they were. Oh well. Let 'em have their fun.
The sun, shining down onto the meadow, warmed my wings as I stretched them out. I could hear a faint rushing of water, as well as Gazzy and Iggy chuckling to themselves. Angel was holding a bunch of flowers and Nudge kept handing her more, rambling on about each flowers and how cool it is. I looked around for Fang, but I didn't see him. Dee was nowhere in sight also.
"Hey Nudge, have you seen Fang anywhere?" I asked.
"Sorry, no," she replied.
Max.
Yeah, lamby?
Fang and Dee went off into the forest together. They went down the trail between those two trees.
Oh, ok. Thanks!
"I'll be right back, guys!" I called as I headed down the small dirt path. I walked through the forest for quite some time, carefully stepping over fallen leaves and twigs, when suddenly I heard voices.
"Fang?" It was Dee.
"Hmm?"
"Why is Max the leader of the Flock? I mean, why not you or Iggy?"
"Iggy and I aren't the leader because Max is just better at it." That's my Fang!
"Well, do you think I could be leader?" What?? Dee leaned closer to him, her long red hair falling over her shoulder. She smiled slightly. What was she doing?? I mean, I know he had a thing for red-haired girls, but this?! It's like she was desperate or something!
"I don't think so…"
"Why not, Fang?"
"Well, for one, Max wouldn't like it." Dang right I wouldn't! The Flock is mine!
"Why do you care so much for Max?" Dee asked.
"Well," Fang said. "She's tall, pretty, and strong; she has mean fighting skills, and well, she's my best friend…"
"But aren't I your friend?" Dee once again leaned close to Fang. She bit her bottom lip. I bit mine too. In disgust! Oh, my God. She was trying to turn the Flock against me!!
"Well, yeah, I guess." All of a sudden, Dee leaned forward even more and kissed Fang. On the lips.
"Whoa," Fang said. "I, uh, gotta go." He tried to gently push her away, but she resisted. "Punch her!" I was so badly to scream, but I couldn't blow my cover.
"C'mon, Fang… Max doesn't have to know…" Dee said. Max doesn't have to know?? Max already knows!!
"No." Fang stood and walked away from Dee. She followed.
"Pleeeease? Fang? For me?" Dee pleaded. As she took a step toward him, he stepped back. She batted her eyelashes and twirled her hair around her finger.
"Dee, no."
"Yes."
Fang was silent. What was he doing? Was he giving in?? I wanted so badly to run over there, to give Dee a good hard punch in the face. Fang still hadn't moved. He was slowly getting less visible… I couldn't even see him now!
"Fang? Where are you?" No reply. Serves her right. Trying to mess with my Flock. Newsflash, Dee – the Flock is mine – and you can't do anything about it! Dee walked forward, and I held my breath. One more step and she would walk right into him! She walked forward, but nothing happened. Huh? Fang should be there!
Something brushed against my arm. I spun around just as a strong hand clamped firmly over my mouth.
