A/N: I really loved writing this chapter(: most definitely my favorite so far. It's pretty long too! Sorry if you get confused, it's in angels point of view, and its present day too. All the characters are known by their fake names, until the end, and then it changes.

Angel: Alexa
Nudge: Monique
Gazzy: Matthew
Iggy: Emerson
Fang: Nate
Max: Madison

Disclaimer: I didn't write Maximum ride, JP did): And the song isn't mine, it's no one by Aly and AJ.

Claimer: Plot! CHARACTERS OTHER THAN THE FLOCK (:

Alexa's POV (Angel)

I laughed softly as Monique tried to pull up her super skinny, skinny jeans.

"I swear these fit last week," she huffed, stopping to glare at me, as I covered my mouth. I peered into the full length mirror nailed onto Monique's zebra painted bedroom wall. My hair was curled loosely, and halfway pinned up. I ran some waterproof mascara across my eyelashes, smiling at as I put the finishing touches on my outfit.

I stood, 5"9 in all, wearing a black v-neck t-shirt that read "Ballet is hardcore" in gold lettering. It was my favorite t-shirt to be in fact. I had on grey Venice Skinny jeans from one of my favorite stores, Pac-Sun. I had purple, black, and gold bangles on my left arm, and my purple Roxy hat slouched sideways on top of my head. My black American eagle flats completed my look.

"Don't just stand there," Monique cried, sweat sliding down her forehead, "HELP ME!" I laughed hysterically; running over to wear she practically was lying on the floor.

"Oh come on Monique, you've got to say those were pretty tight when you bought them," I raised an eyebrow as she pouted, giving up.

"They didn't have any in my size, they were so cute!" she whined. I pulled her and walked to her walk-in closet. I looked around, pulling out the first thing that caught my eye.

"How about this?" It was a gold sequined off the shoulder dress.

"That's too flashy," she made a disgusted face, "Besides, I wore that for prom freshman year."

I looked back to the dress, considering what she said. I pulled out a pair of turquoise leggings and black flats.

"Try these with it," she seemed to contemplate it, and then smiled, taking it from my hands. When she came out wearing it, I handed her gold hoop earrings and a long, black beaded necklace. She hugged me, as she admired herself in the mirror. I smiled at her grinning face.

"It's perfect." She whispered to herself.

We walked to the black Porsche sitting in the driveway, me getting in the driver's side.

"Why do you always get to drive? I'm older!" Monique whined as I pulled out, slamming on the brakes. She reached out to turn on the radio. Soulja Boy's "Kiss me thru the phone" blasted from Kiss F.M. We shook our heads and sung along as we raced down the highway. Destination: Club Psychosomatic. Just then I caught sight of a bond tuff of hair in my rearview mirror.

"The jig is up Matthew, I know your back there," I shook my head, turning on my left turn signal. Monique turned to look, shock written across her face. Matthew's grinning face popped up from right behind me.

"You told me I needed to find something productive to do with my life, so…Ta-da!" he spread his arms wide, giving me a "Ha-ha I win/big brother knows best/you are so busted" look. It made me grimace in annoyance.

"Hate to break it to you brother, but butting your way into your teenage sister's life, not cool," I laughed as he rolled his eyes, finally lying back in his leather interior seat.

"Buckle up brother, you have to stay safe when in a car," I added for my own personal enjoyment. He glared at me long and hard, as if he could kill me with his eyes. I can only hope that day never comes.

We parked the car on the fast moving city street, and walked towards the club entrance.

"So this is where you go every night…You're a drunk, reckless, hypocritical, party girl?" he laughed, amused at his own harsh words.

"No," I growled, picking up my pase. Monique just shook her head sadly at him.

"For your information, even though it's completely none o your business, I work here." I walked to the front of line and flashed my all-access pass at the bouncer. His name was James, pretty nice guy.

"Even better!" Matthew chuckled, "My sister's a stripper! What's next, drugs and prostitution? Or have you already sunk that low?" I wanted to hit him so hard, to bash his head on the side of the cemented club walls. Darkness filled my eyes, and adrenaline pumped through my veins. The flashing lights and musty smell greeted me; I was getting suffocated by everything.

I walked to the bar where my friend Nikki was. She worked as a bartender at the club, and we had become good friends.

"Nikki, hey!" I swung the entrance to the bar open and took off my jacket. Monique worked as a bartender here as well, and usually worked around the same shift as Nikki. Matthew looked pretty shocked and silent as Monique grabbed a name tag and pinned it to her dress. She walked to the other side of the bar to get a guys order.

"Nikks, this is my older brother Matthew, we're the only ones related by blood in my family," she smiled at Matthew, and I could tell she seemed to like him. Maybe a little too much.

"I'm going to go set up, Matt you just chill here," he raised an eyebrow at me.

"Where do you work here?" I smiled, walking to the performance stage. My band, Mercy Call, was waiting for me, already warming up.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late, I had a few…distractions." They laughed at my grimace. "They" would be Schuyler Weston, she's a sophomore at my school, also one of my friends at school. Then there's Jane, pretty much the "Nate" of our group, silent and dark. She's a sophomore like me. Lastly there's August. He's my best friend. He's smart, and funny, and charming, and handsome…and I'm so not going there.

August has a personality that just attracts most people. It's his refreshing smile, and contagious laughter. I feel like a child again when I'm with him.

By now, Matthew sat perched at the bar, focused on me intently. Everyone seemed to get the hint that we were about to start and began to cheer. I could hear Monique shouting my name.

I knew the perfect song to play for Matthew, I barely spoke to him anymore, and he barely knew me. He was going to know me. I pulled out my acoustic guitar, and the crowd went wild. The lights dimmed, and Jane started out with a soft beat on her drums.

I am moving through the crowd,
trying to find myself
feel like a guitar that's never played
will someone strum away?

Schuyler and August joined me on their electric guitars. I closed my eyes, not wanting to risk a look at Matthew.

And I ask myself
Who do I wanna be?
Do I wanna throw away the key?
and invent a whole new me
and I tell myself
No One, No One
Don't wanna be
No One
But me..

The audience cheered around me, a tear formed at my eye, but I pushed it away. All these memories rushed back at me, me and HER playing together. HER telling us she didn't love us. HER abandoning us.

You are moving through the crowd
Trying to find yourself
Feel like a doll left on a shelf
Wont someone take you down?

I felt light headed, and I opened my eyes to see Matthew in total shock, the faintest bit of a smile on his face. I smiled back at him. I missed him, I missed who he was, I missed the real him, I missed GAZZY. I missed the flock, we had torn apart from each other, and it was slowly killing me inside.

And you ask yourself
who do I wanna be?
Do I wanna throw away the key?
and invent a whole new me
Gotta tell yourself
No One, No One
Don't wanna be
No One
But me..

This time a single tear slid down my cheek and onto my strumming hand. I poured my soul into the song. Singing to Gazzy. I thought of HER. She was missing so much. My brother was nearly an adult, he would be a wonderful young man, I just knew it.

Your life plays out on the shadows of the wall
You turn the light off to erase it all
You wonder what's it's like to not feel worthless
So open all the blinds and all the curtains

I realized how much I had missed in my life, because I was so numb. I couldn't feel anything anymore, only the love for dance, and music. My family didn't exist. I knew nothing about them. I missed them.

No One, No One
Don't wanna be
No One
But me..

We are moving through the crowd...

The last chord I strummed softly, almost non-existent. I had something to live for now, I could show my brother that I am who I am. I peered up to find Gazzy and Nudge looking at me, silent and shocked. I laughed, tears dripping from my eyes.

SHE was missing out on everything. If SHE didn't love them, it was her lose. I loved them. SHE was ruthless. I hated HER. I hated everything about HER. I had looked up to HER. She was my hero. MAX. I hated HER.