Okay. I realize that the last chapter wasn't much of a chapter, more of Fang's POV. So, this is really chapter 3. Kay? Cool.

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah. Blah, blah, blah. I don't Maximum Ride of any other things in the real world. Get it? Got it? Good.

Chappie 3

Recap:

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?

"We should go eat now," Fang said.

"Yeah." I wanted to stay here kissing Fang , but my stomach growled, settling the matter.

We walked out of our room. I heard Fang close the door behind him.

"Is Iggy's room 186, or 187?" I asked Fang.

"Um, I think 187. He took the second key, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then, yeah, 187," Fang said.

I knocked on Iggy and Gazzy's door. "Hey, Ig? I'm coming in?." I opened the door with the spare key, and Iggy turned his head in my general direction.

"Yeah?"

"Just a few questions. Okay, more like one: where did you guys go to eat?"

"Red Lobster. (A:N/ Obviously I don't own Red Lobster, either) " He grinned evilly. That place was damn expensive. Hey, just a bit of payback on Dad for giving us wings.

If I hadn't given you wings, you never would have been born, and you would have never met Fang. Oh, great. I'm having the best night of my life, and good old Dad decides to ruin it.

Shut up, now. Actually having a good night for once.

You will not speak to me that way, young lady!

Oh, and since when have I listened to you?

"Okay, thanks," I said, turning my mind back to Iggy. "Fang and I are leaving. Give me my Max card, p-l-z.(A/N: this is how my best friend Sammi talks. Thought I might put a little bit of her into this because she has given me so much support.)"

Ig handed me my Max card, and Fang and I headed out to Red Lobster. "Hmm." I said.

"What?" he looked at me.

"I was just thinking, it's just the two of us."

"I think we've already established that fact."

"I mean, it's like our first date. If, in fact, we are dating."

"Of course we are," he said, smiling. He grabbed my hand a pulled me to the left. "Come on, it's this way."

"And just how would you know that?" Hmmm…how would he know that?

"I've been here before."

"No, we haven't." Have we?

"Not with you. When we were separated. We're in lower Los Angeles. I can probably get us in for free," he told me, looking around.

"How?" I just couldn't believe it. He had that kind of respect?

"I know someone." He stopped, and the shouted, "KEEZ!" (A/N: Yes, I had to bring Keez into this story. I was slightly drawn to him. Not like I was to Fang though.)

"Who?" I asked.

"Shh, Maxie. Just be quiet." He whispered.

In the next second, we were surrounded.

"Who are you and what do you want?" one of them asked.

"We want to see Keez, we're old friends," Fang said.

"Yeah? Then just who are you?" Another one, Keez apparently, stepped out under the light of a street lamp. Fang let go of my hand.

"Stay here until I say so. Got it?" I could only nod.

Fang then stepped out under the lamp, too. "Remember me? Bird boy? Came here about 3 months ago, with an eight-year-old and a blind kid?"

"Fang, man? Is that you?" Keez walked over to Fang.

'Yeah."

"Then who's the chick with you? You didn't have a chick last time." Keez looked at me suspiciously.

Fang looked at me and held out his hand. I walked forward and took it, standing next to him.

"This," he said. "is the reason I left. Her name's Max. She's a bird kid, too."

"Yeah? Can she prove it? It's not that I don't trust you, man. But lots of people come round here sayin' they're bird kids," Keez said.

"Yeah. Just give bout 13 feet of space," Fang said. Then he turned to me. "Max," he whispered. "I trust him, so you can too. Just show him your wings. Okay?"

"Okay," I said, in a scared voice.

Fang nodded his head and everybody stepped back. I slowly extended my wings, stretching my muscles, enjoying the sensation of extending them after hours of holding them tight against my back (most of which were spent kissing Fang). I shook them out, feeling the feathers align. (A/N: I used this description from MR3 when Fang was showing the Mac kid his wings. So, technically, I do not own the description).

Keez's mouth widened. "Man, those are some gorgeous wings," he said, making me blush.

"Yeah, but hands off. They're my gorgeous wings," he said, smiling at me.

"Oh, so you two are like an item?" Keez asked.

"Yeah. Man, I almost forgot what we came here for besides a nice reunion," Fang said, and Keez was all-business again. "can you get us into the Red Lobster for a little cheaper? Maybe free?"

"Yeah, my dad owns the one here. Follow me." Keez started walking, and Fang walked after him, and I had no choice but to follow him. I let go of his hand and quickly folded in my wings. Then I took off after him.

­­­­Okay, I know. That was a weird ending. I couldn't think of any other way to end it.

But, hey. Good news. The next Chappie might actually have a title! But, sadly, the story still doesn't. So if you have any ideas feel free to share them!

-sk8chickmax