I am so ridiculously sorry that it took me so long to update this! I was really sick for a while, and all I would basically do was sleep. I still have a really bad headache, and I'm all stuffed up and I can barely breathe, but I will make this next chapter!!! Now, it is the second snow day of my life!!!!!! Since I am sick, I can not be held responsible for anything I do, say, or write!!!!

Thank you so much for the ELEVEN reviews!!!!

Disclaimer:

Me: I own everything!! Everything!!!! Muahahahahahaha*cough**cough**choke* I'm okay now! I only choked because this stupid dragon is choking me.

Dragon: First of all, I am not stupid, second of all, I did not make you cough, it is because you are sick, third of all, I have a name and it should go before that : thing, lastly, dragons can't talk.

Me: What is your name so that I can put it before : thingies?

Dragon: It's Gryffindor; you know, like in Harry Potter?

Me: Oh, that's a cool name. So if dragons can't talk, than how am I talking to you?

Gryffindor: Because as I previously told you, you are sick, and somewhat crazy. Now can you please get on with the disclaimer?!

Me: I…

Gryffindor: Go on….

Me: don't own…

Gryffindor: Keep going…

Me: Maximum Ride. There I said it! Are you happy now?!?!*crying*

Gryffindor: Very!

Recap:

"What the hell is going on?" I asked as soon as Iggy finished singing, which he was very good at by the way.

"It *laugh* was *laugh* a *laugh* dare!!!" Max replied. They were all laughing like psychos and rolling on the floor, giving a whole new meaning to rotfl.

Just then my mom spoke up. "Who's… undergarments were those?" Oops, maybe Nudge and I shouldn't have gone shopping in Victoria's Secret after all.

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Max POV

"Mom, the bra was mine, and the um… thong was Nudge's. Iggy didn't see (this brought up some laughing) which ones he was taking from her room, and we didn't really have time to confront the situation, so… yeah."

"Max," Mom started in a warning tone. I hoped she wouldn't get mad about Nudge's choice in… underwear, if you could call it that. There was barely any material to the item. Why anyone would choose voluntarily to wear one of those, I don't know. They looked as uncomfortable as he… I mean heck.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't know that Nudge and I'm guessing Ella bought this… thing," I said, hoping to give my mom some type of comfort and reassurance.

"Okay. But girls," she said turning to Ella and Nudge, "next time you buy anything, and I repeat ANYTHING, you need either Max's or my consent."

"Fine," they both said in unison. I know they were upset now, but I was ecstatic. Now they couldn't buy anything that didn't have consent from either me or my mom, and my mom knew the kinds of things that I wouldn't want Nudge to buy. She has always been the most fashionable of the flock, which I usually had no problem with, but when there were those rare occasions when we actually did go shopping, it could be a problem.

FLAHSBACK

We walked into a mall to buy some essentials. The boys went to the left, and we went to the right, you know, because I'm always right. Nudge led Angel and I into some store called like Beginnings Blues, or Blue Beginnings, I don't know. Nudge walked up to the racks and started looking through clothes. Meanwhile, I took Angel into the children's part of the store to see what I could get her here. She picked up a plain short sleeve white shirt that had a crown on it with rhinestones, and the words Juicy Couture under it, with hearts on the side. She asked me with what I could tell was her cutest voice, and said, "Max, can I get this?" She gave the shirt to me, and I looked at the price tag.

I gasped and whisper- yelled, "Angel, did you see the price?! It's $62 for a children's shirt?!"

Just then a sales "associate" walked over to us and asked, "Is there problem? Would you like me to help you with anything?"

I replied as sweet as can be, "No problem here, we were just leaving." I walked passed Nudge and grabbed her arm, forcing her to drop some dresses and velour sweatpants onto a black table.

FLASHBACK ENDS

So do you see my point? If Nudge hadn't insisted in going into that store, than we wouldn't have wasted time looking at $62 shirts for little six year old girls. But then again, maybe it is normal for girls Nudge's age to be wearing stuff like that. I wouldn't know, I'm not, and never will be normal.

Times like this, where I had so much uncertainty, really made me feel horrible about keeping the kids here with me at my mom's house. They should all be with their own parents, in a real family, with normal parents. Not a fourteen year old teenager who has no clue what she's doing half the time as their "mother." It wasn't fair to them, they got stuck at my family's house, and they never even got the chance to meet their own. Their parents would know what was right for them, while I was completely clueless.

Max, its okay! We all love visiting your mom and Ella, we don't mind not meeting our parents. Iggy already met his, and they were horrible. And me and Gazzy hate our parents. They sold us to the school. Nudge thinks it would be cool, but she always wants to be with you, like me! And Fang always thinks about how he's never gonna leave you. He doesn't want to meet his parents, especially if it means leaving you.

Angel, what do you mean by that? Especially if it means leaving you?

He loves you Max, but he thinks your going to run away again.

Ange, can you give me some time to think? And please stay out of my head.

Okay Max. Bye!

I told everyone that we should probably stop playing for the meantime, and suggested we all go to the park, the park would be a good place to think. Iggy began pulling the clothes from the dare off. As the little kids and Ella ran towards the door. Ella grabbing Iggy's arm on the way, me and Fang walked over, like civilized Avian Americans.

All of a sudden, Fang stopped dead in his tracks and his eyes got blank, staring at nothing. Usually, his eyes just don't give away any emotion, but now they were just completely blank.

I tried snapping my fingers in front of his face, and his eye twitched, and he looked at me.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I think I just got a new power." Fang replied, his voice hinting that he was the slightest bit worried.

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What is this new power of Fang's??? What will Max do about this newfound information??? *cue dramatic music* All of this will come to you on the next installment of *dun dun dun* The Consequences of Truth or Dare.