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So, chapter six. Review, please? Reviews make me motivated to continue. I'm starting to think that this story's going stale and I should just stop. :/

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride or any other characters that are associated with the book.

Chapter 6: Surprise, Surprise!

It was a great day when I woke up to screams emanating from neighboring chalets. In fact, the nine of us actually joined in the screaming to throw off suspicion!

"AHHHHHHHHH!! This is sooo fun!" Carmen shouted. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!! ZOMG!! WHY ARE BRANDON'S BOXERS ON MY HEAD!! AHHHHHHH!!"

"WHY ARE YOU HOLDING MY UNDERWEAR?"

"PINK BRAS?!" I heard someone shout in the distance.

"OMG KEN YOU HAVE UNDERWEAR WITH KITTENS PRINTED ON IT?!"

God, this was just so brilliantly funny! I wondered what had made me refuse in the first place. We high-fived each others as we continued screaming. But this was just the tip of the iceberg.

The residents of chalet number 34 split up and trooped down towards 30-33 after some hectic shrieking.

"Have you seen Mr. Danny? We can't seem to find him. We want to tell him about this outrageous undergarment scandal! My poor exquisite boxers felt so molested on Zoe's head!" Iggy said dramatically. I bet if Zoe were here, she'd totally roll her eyes.

"Anyway, do you know where Mr. Danny is?" I asked, cutting to the chase.

"Isn't he in his room?" Ken replied.

"Nope," Zoe said, popping the p.

"Is that Mr. Danny?!" Carmen shouted incredulously and pointed at the beach.

Similar conversations were happening at the other chalets and soon, everyone was gathered at the beach, some laughing, others mortified at the sight of Mr. Danny, still sleeping, on the beach. Yep. We had carried him down to the beach. It was a miracle that he was still asleep when we carried him down! Fang sidled up to me.

"If he finds out, we're so dead," I said to him. He just shot me a heart-stopping grin.

"Regretting playing a role in this?" he asked quietly.

"Not really."

"Then why worry?" he asked.

Right now, I just realized that we were alone right at the back of the whole crowd on the beach. Why was it that every time that Fang was this close to me, my awareness of our surrounding just heightens?

Fang slowly leaned closer, staring at my lips. I closed my eyes and leaned forward.

Just as our lips met, I was blinded by a flash of light. We broke apart and I saw Iggy holding a camera! It was black and huge, the type that those professional people use. That twerp! I flushed and looked at the floor. Fang's face was just as red. I couldn't handle it anymore and I stomped away.

Fang

I shot Iggy the death glare while Max stormed away in a fit of anger. If looks could kill, he would have withered there and then. But of course, he was blind so there wasn't any point in glaring. But still!

"Damn you, Iggy," I growled. He just grinned cheekily.

"I hope you make me Tooth and Minnie's godfather!" he cackled. I rolled my eyes and went after Max.

"Max!" Fang called. I couldn't bear to turn around and meet his eyes. God, this was so embarrassing!

Fang ran up and pulled me into a tight embrace from the back.

"Iggy'll face the wrath of Maximum Ride," he whispered in my ear.

"Mhm," I muttered, and all my anger dissipated. How was Fang able to do this?! Gah. Then, a shout from the crowd caught our attention.

"Look! I got a photo of Max and Fang making out!" Iggy shouted. Dang. Fang and I hurried over. Halfway there, everyone erupted into laughter.

"Awesome, Iggy!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!!"

"OMG IGGY YOU'RE THE STUPIDEST GUY EVER!"

What was going on here? I could sense Fang's confusion as well. Iggy was stupid for taking a photo of Fang and I - ugh – making out?

"Classic! Smart-ass Iggy taking a photo with the lens cover still on!"

And I burst into laughter with everyone. Ah, the woes of being blind.

"What's going on here? Where am I?" Mr. Danny mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Everyone became silent at once. I swear, if a pin dropped, we could even hear it.

Mr. Danny opened his eyes and squinted under the glare of the sun.

"Where am I? What's going on? Mommy? MOMMY!" he started shouting. Some people began to giggle. Well, picture this: a fully grown man in bunny-printed pajamas clutching a bunny and calling for his mummy. And add on the fact that he's our teacher. Nobody's going to take him seriously for some time after this.

Mr. Danny seemed to collect himself, and stood up. He shook the sand from his hair and looked at everyone.

"What're you doing?" he squinted and glared suspiciously at Iggy. Iggy, seeming to know that Mr. Danny was addressing him, replied.

"I'm looking at you, Mr. Danny," Iggy said innocently. "Technically speaking, I can't really look at you, but you get the gist of it. I'm staring at your direction but I can't see anything. But apparently, I heard that you're wearing bunny-printed P-Js and is that a toy bunny in your hand?!"

Mr. Danny suddenly seemed to realize that his entire form class was staring at him. Then get this – he screamed and ran towards the direction of his chalet.

And to believe I thought Brandon was a dork.

After Mr. Danny ran off, Brandon, being the responsible chairperson and all, told everyone to get breakfast and gather at the main chalet by half-past eight. Giggling, we streamed back into our chalet.

"So, Iggy, shall we get to witness your wondrous cooking?" Zoe said as we sat on the sofas. I sat on the floor and leaned against Fang's legs, as he was sitting on the sofa. Um. Yeah. Iggy grinned and stalked off into the kitchen.

"Gosh, I hope someone taped Mr. Danny running off like that! It was priceless!" Michelle said eagerly.

"I think it was kind of mean though," Brandon frowned.

"Oh, get over it and stop being such a pansy," I said.

"It's not like we're doing anything illegal, right? I saw this movie, where these twins put this guy onto this inflatable raft while he was sleeping and pushed the raft onto a lake!" Carmen chirped.

"Cool," Fang uttered.

"I should have brought my camera," Alvin said ruefully.

"Speaking of cameras, were you guys actually making out just now?" Zoe asked, shooting a suspicious look at Fang and I.

"Nope," we both replied, a little too fast for my liking.

"Well, Iggy was an idiot, taking a photo without removing the lens cover for the camera!" Angeline said.

"Sometimes I forget he's blind," Zoe sighed. "But he's great all the same."

"Do you want to play yesterday's game again?" Carmen asked.

"NO!" I said, annoyed. Iggy saved us by coming out of the kitchen.

"Voila!" he said and handed everyone a plate of steaming omelet each. And heck did it smell good. And it even looked good. But ever heard of the saying "don't judge a book by it's cover"?

"Are you sure you made this and that there's nobody hiding in there, helping you?" Michelle asked suspiciously.

"Yo invisible-person-helping-me-cook! You can come out now!" Iggy shouted towards the kitchen. Heh. "I'd like you to meet my helper, Monsieur Bean." Iggy bowed.

I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Now, the final test… Michelle, get the phone ready to call for an ambulance if I get poisoned!" Zoe said.

"Oh how noble of you to be willing to sacrifice yourself to test the food," Iggy chuckled.

Ignoring the comment, Zoe cut off a bit of the food and put it into her mouth. She chewed slowly, playing with the food in her mouth, and finally swallowed.

"Do I look pale? Am I sprouting green hair? Do I look constipated?" she asked Angeline.

"Your happy glow. It's blinding," Fang said.

I laughed with him. Zoe was practically bouncing as she gave up the act.

"IGGY, YOUR COOKING IS AWESOMELY SCRUMPTEXCELLENT! GUYS, EAT YOUR FOOD NOW!" she ordered. "Or else I could finish them for you," she added as an afterthought, before stuffing her mouth with the rest of her omelet.

We were all laughing when Angeline suggested doing a cheer before eating. Everyone nodded eagerly. Except for Fang and I. Obviously.

"How should it go?" Brandon asked.

"I was thinking of something on the line of 'WE LOVE IGGY'S COOKING!'" Iggy said.

"You wish," Alvin replied.

We finally decided on this cheer, which we came up with together after much heated discussion.

"Gimme a 3!"

"THREE!"

"Gimme a 4!"

"FOUR!"

"What do you get?"

"NINE CRAZY MONKEYS!"

And we all laughed and ate.