To everyone who reviewed: Thank you! I have a lot more confidence in my writing now. I really suck a spelling, and I'm out of school for the summer, so I try not to think about grammar. While I can. And remember: I'm 14, my vocab ain't that high. But I try.

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Disclaimer: sigh bored tone I do not own Maximum Ride or anything you may find in the real world. But, as I read the third book (the only MR book I own), I keep wishing I owned Fang. God, he's hot. stares off into space. Sorry. On with Chappie 3. (The chapters aren't titled because, if you haven't noticed, I suck at titles. My friggin story doesn't even have a title!)

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Chappie 3

"That was all I need to hear,' he mumbled against my lips. Then he kissed me again.

Fang and I sat there kissing until Iggy knocked on our door. "We're back!" he called. "Incase you didn't notice, we've been back for an hour and a half. Angel said not to disturb you, but I was getting worried."

Fang and I stared at each other. We had been kissing for that long? Wow. I smiled at Fang, and he smiled back, which made me blush. I don't know why I still blushed when he smiled at me. I mean, we're, like, a couple now, right?

Fang's P.O.V. (on the last 2 chapters) ( A/N:BTW: this is kind of hard, since I've tried hundreds of times to get Fang's POV right, and I just hated it every time. Because, you know, I'm a 14-year-old girl trying to write from the POV of a boy. Who knows what goes on in their minds? To all boys reading this: Sorry. I had a sexist moment. That wasn't normal. Of course, neither is me writing Fang's POV. Great, I sound like Nudge. Sorry.)

I watched Max fly up until I couldn't see her, then she suddenly reappeared, dropping fast. At the last second, she snapped her beautiful brown-and-white speckled wings out. She started flying next to Angel, and seemed to be thinking. Angel confirmed that for me a second later.

"You can't be so sure, Max," she said, obviously making Max frustrated.

Max seemed to be thinking again, so I took that chance to move in closer.

She's thinking about us, Angel told me. I nodded my head.

"You should tell him how you feel, Max. He feels the same way," Angel said, turning her attention back to Max and her thoughts. A few seconds later, Angel answered a question Max obviously asked her in her head. "Not to do it," she said, then dropped back to Nudge.

I lowered myself to Max's left, and my right wing brushed against her left, and she looked over at me with her big beautiful eyes. "You know, it's not good for you to keep your emotions bottled up," I told her. I knew this would piss her off, but I was just being me.

"Look who's talking," she muttered. Grrr, Max. You want to play hard ball? Oh, it's on. Like soy sauce on a won-ton (A/N: I've been watching Hannah Montana all week, sorry. Yes, I happen to love Disney Channel).

"Hey, at least I'm not constantly talking to my dad in my head," I countered.

"Wow, Fang. More than two words. I'm impressed," she said. That did it. She has officially made me mad.

"Are you trying to make me mad?" I asked.

"Are you trying to get on my nerves?" She answers my question with a question. Just like Max to do that.

"Hey, Max!" Nudge suddenly called out, making me forget that I was mad at Max. "A town! I bet it has hotels, and food! Oh, man, I love food! Oh, that reminds me, I'm HUNGRY! Can we stop and-"

"Gosh, Nudge! My ears hurt!" Ig said, shutting Nudge up. Not very nice, but it worked.

"Yes, Nudge, sweetie," Max said, catching my attention. "we can stop for food."

I continued to watch Max. She seemed to be talking to someone in her head, So, it was either Jeb (her father), or Angel. Most likely Jeb.

I broke my train of thought to see Max looking about ready to cry. I had too see what was wrong. "What, debating with Jeb again?" I asked.

"Hmm? No, talking with Angel," she replied. That made me suspicious. What could Angel say that could make Max cry?

"About? For a second there, you looked like you were about ready to cry."

She hesitated, then whispered, "Ari." Her brother. Okay, technically her half-brother, but still, he was related to her. And she felt horrible about his death almost three months ago.

"Oh," was all I could manage. But I needed to say more. I waited until she looked at me again (she was obviously expecting more), and then I told her, "Max, it wasn't your fault. He expired."

"Yes, but it's my fault that he had the crappiest life I could possibly imagine, next to ours, which, I might add, is still going on! He died! He had something good happen to him! And that one good thing happened to be death!" She started crying.

Without thinking, I gently grabbed her arm, pulling her towards me. "Max," I whispered so only she could hear, "He tried to kill us. He tried to kill you. How can you feel bad for him? You have every right to yell at me."

"He was my brother."

"Shh, Max. It's okay. Let's land." Then, I surprised myself. I leaned in and kissed her. It was wonderful. Until Iggy decided to ruin it.

"You know, just because I'm blind doesn't mean I don't know what you're doing." I pulled away, and let go of Max's arm.

"I wish I was blind," Gazzy said, making me smile inside.

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Long story short: We landed and found a hotel. Max got us three rooms, and I hoped for us being together so I could talk to Max.

And it happened.

"Hey, Max?" Angel asked. "Nudge and I will share a room, and Gazzy and Iggy want to share one, too."

"Thanks, Max!" Iggy called back.

Thank you, Angel.

Anytime. Are you going to tell Max that you love her?

Yes.

Good.

We walked up to the room silently. When we got to our room, I said, "We need to talk."

"Yeah," was all she said.

She opened the door, and the first thing I noticed was that it was crowded. Thanks to the one big bed. Wait. One big bed? That helps SO much.

"Um…about earlier," I said, sitting down on the bed.

"Fang, I know you want to talk-which, personally, scares me" I smirked. "-but can it wait until tonight? The kids are hungry. I'm sorry." Max said.

"Oh, yeah, sure."

Max stared at me for a little bit, debating with herself. I can always tell when she is because her lips are pursed.

"Never mind," she finally said. "I'll be right back, tell Iggy to take the kids out, and we'll talk. Then we'll go eat." I sat up a little straighter, and Max smiled.

Her smile faded as she stood there. She must have been asking Angel to ask Iggy to take the kids out.

A few minutes later, Iggy knocked on the door. Max opened it, and I heard her say, "Go anywhere. I don't care. Dinner's on Dad."

She walked back to me and sat down on the bed.

"Okay. Talk," she told me.

I needed to just get this over with. "I love you," I said in one breath.

She stared at me as of I were crazy.

"You don't love me, do you?"

She shook her head and said, "No, Fang! Don't think that, please don't think that! I was just in shock from you showing emotion." I smiled. "I love you too. I really do. I just can't-" was as far as she got before I covered her mouth with mine.

"That was all I needed to hear." I whispered when we broke apart, before kissing her again.

We sat there kissing for who knows how long, when Iggy called through the door. "We're back! Incase you didn't notice, we've been back for and hour and a half. Angel said not to disturb you, but I was getting worried."

Max stared at me, and smiled. I smiled back. She blushed.

So, what do you think? I wasn't so sure about doing the whole Fang's POV, but I think that turned out pretty well.

PLZ REVIEW! Remember: I think criticism is a good thing. It helps me push myself harder to be better. But I'm not saying I don't want positive things, too. I'm confusing myself and sounding like Nudge, so I'm gonna stop.

-sk8rchickmax