Welcome back peeps :) Thanks to all the superb reviews and suggestions. You're just gonna have to read Chap. 3 to find out who's got picked.

I'm starting off with a Gazzy POV, because he doesn't get enough credit as he should… besides the gas- lol.

Anyway… on with the show! (Or story… whatever.)

I DO NOT OWN MAXIMUM RIDE OR CHARACTERS - (although I wish I did...) - ALL BELONGS TO JP!!

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Chapter 3- Jerks and French fries

Gazzy's POV

It was a chilly evening to be flying but we were all so hungry that our motivation overcame the lack of heat and blazing sunshine!

Anywhoo… all of us were arguing on what we're going to order. Does it really matter?! We are all going to stuff our faces anyway.

Something bothered me though. Max and Fang haven't said a word to each other- OR anybody else. So, being the 8 year old avian that I am, I tried to start a conversation with one of them.

"Hey Max…" My voice was barely heard but she turned her head anyway.

"Yes Gaz?" Her voice on the other hand was full of regret and sorrow. WHAT?! I have a wide vocabulary!

"Whatcha thinking about?" I replied immediately.

Max quizzically raised an eyebrow and now was flying towards me closer.

My smile widened and nearly stretching my whole face off. I guess she wasn't expecting it, because Max looked like she was going to snipe somebody. (Not literally of course. She'd only do that to evil peoples.)

Max's POV

The Gasman was looking highly suspicious. When he asked me what I was thinking about I couldn't tell him the answer- Fang. Why?! If you don't know the answer to that question, I suggest you read the books again.

"Uhh… just how we're gonna handle the Macca's situation." Again, another big fat lie! I have a feeling I'll be doing this for a while. Hopefully Angel won't be reading my mind any of those times.

"Oh, ok!" Gazzy made a quick reply then swerved to Iggy, who was flying well for a blind kid. Seriously, if you don't know why, READ THE BOOKS! (AN: Lol, I'm trying to promote the book as much as I can :P)

"I see the big yellow M!" I looked up at Angel who was flying with Nudge. "We're herrrrrreeeee!" They both yelled in unison.

Fang started to snicker then looked at me and stopped. Hah. Coward.

We all descended down to a place near Lake Michigan and organized ourselves in an orderly manner.

Angel giggled, which meant she read my thoughts. Ha, she was right to. We're not very etiquette when it comes to… well- EVERYTHING.

When we entered the diner it was all looking normal. No white-coats planning our death. No humans morphing into Erasers. Just a bunch of innocent little adults and kids who had NO idea that we were wanted by the strongest corporation in the world. Yep, pretty normal.

Huddled together, the Flock wandered up to the counter and were overcome by the whiff of oil and beef patties.

Ah… I love the smell of carbohydrates in the morning!

Out of the blue, a girl whipped around in front of the counter. She had the widest grin ever I think I wanted to shoot myself.

"Welcome to McDonalds! My name's Megan. Would you like to order now?"

No shit Sherlock. That's why we were here!

Angel giggled at my thought and made her way up to Megan. Honestly, I have never heard that name before.

"Hmm…" She looked at the menu at amazement.

We all probably wanted to buy the whole shop, but there might be too heavy to lift and employing people might be hard.

"Ok- can I have 6 Happy Meals, all with burgers?" Angel asked, politely.

"Sure, are those for all of you?" Megan replied, looking around at the Flock.

"Nup, just for me." Her eyes widened at these words and I could swear Angel was messing with Megan's mind- but she wasn't.

C'mon people, we need 3,000 calories a day here! Give the avian-hybrid what she wants.

"Umm… yes alright. Next please?"

One by one, we went up to Megan and placed our order. Gazzy ordered five big Mac's and three Diet Cokes, Nudge ordered the same, only with seven fries.

Trust me, when it comes to Nudge's fries, she means business.

Iggy ordered four McChickens, six packs of nuggets and two Creaming Sodas. Fang ordered nine Caesar Salads. Typical.

And me… yeah like I'm going to tell YOU how much I ordered.

With our eight trays of food, we went to find a table. I found a quiet booth near the exit so if any Flyboys or Erasers popped up we would have a quick escape. And to have a nice view of the trees, like Nudge suggested.

Suddenly, a guy looking about Iggy's age, walked up to our table and began to look at me up and down.

"Uhh… can I help you?" I asked, swallowing down a fry.

"Yeah," he began to clear his throat. "I seem to have lost my phone number, can I have yours?"

Everyone in the Flock dropped their burgers, drinks etc. and just stared at me.

Except for Fang, who clenched his fist under the table.

Fang's POV

Who does this loser think he is? Hitting on someone he just saw in the next table. If he was an Eraser, I would kick his ass all the way to Antarctica. And he'll have no wings to fly back over here.

I thought I heard Max snort. "Excuse me?!" She instantly replied.

"Max, just ignore him." Iggy spoke sincerely. "Look, can you just leave us to eat our meals?"

Ahh… that's my boy Iggy. Always bringing peace to this God-damned world.

"Woah… look who's going all hippy on me!"

Or not.

"Wow… you guys sure eat a lot." The jerk looked our table trays, then at Max. "No wonder you look fat."

Max's jaw dropped open.

That's it. I've had enough of this guy.

I summoned all my strength into me (Hah. I probably won't need this to kick his butt), hopped out of my chair, and then I did something so Fang like.

BAM! The jerk got punched in the face and thrown to the floor like a rag doll.

"Fang!" Max screamed. The rest hopped up and all stared at me.

"Why did you punch him?" She asked me confusingly.

"Had to." I shrugged. "He was being a jerk to you."

I swear I saw her blush a bit and then she turned to the jerk. (AN: I am now referring to this guy as 'the jerk'. Lol)

Max's POV

"You were saying?" I nearly chuckled at him.

Surprisingly, I didn't expect Fang to punch this guy. Then again, you have to admit with those strong muscles a kid could do anything- BAD MAX! NO! He's your best friend. Although that kiss did mean something to me…

"Max? We should U & A before we attract more attention." Gazzy suggested, big blue eyes looking at me.

"Yo- you hit me!" The dude glared at Fang. Yeah, like THAT was going to work.

"C'mon let's get out of here." Fang motioned his arm to everyone, and surprisingly, I obeyed.

All of us ran out of the restaurant and began to pick up speed, when we had no ground to run on anymore.

While we were flying to GOD KNOWS WHERE, I swooped down to where Fang was flying. He caught me coming over to him and decided it would be funny to smack me over the head.

I looked stunned as he then shook his head, and headed over to talk to Iggy.

I would have gone up to him and shouted him or maybe cursed him or even maybe get Angel to control his mind and do something strange.

But it was at that moment in time when I realised why I didn't want to do all of those nasty (yet funny) things.

I loved him.

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Aww Max! You girl, you! Haha, okay guys that was the 3rd chap. It's a bit more longer, eh? Tell me your thoughts! Too sappy, not enough action, to much dialogue. Lol, I could go on and on.

I'm not getting enough reviews as I hoped for, so please if you want more story tellin', you gotta get clickin'.

Hmm… that didn't exactly rhyme did it. Oh well. I have NOOO idea what I'm going to do for Chap. 4, but I usually write as I go along. Please R&R and give suggestions as well.

Also, thanks to M333gan, whose suggestions I used too.

Ok, so umm… do well in life and EAT COOKIES!! *yumm*

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