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Chapter 2

I didn't know until we got to the mall that Nudge didn't want to go this weekend (today was Monday), she wanted to go in two weeks, because this weekend she and Angel were going to a sleepover.

"Why didn't you tell me this before we left?" I asked her, mad.

"I don't know, guess it slipped my mind," she replied, but the way her face looked it definitely had not slipped her mind

I frowned at her, and she smiled angelically at me.

We walked to the camping supply store and bought the necessities; medium-sized tents, coolers for food, rope, fire starters, mess kits, sticks to roast marshmallows and hotdogs on, a couple buckets, a lantern, some flashlights, a table cloth, and six sleeping bags, all thanks to my bottomless Maxcard.

As we walked passed Macy's, Nudge looked up at me.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" she asked, looking hopeful.

Knowing what would be said if I argued with her, I gave up without a fight. "Fine," I sighed.

Nudge's and Angel's faces lit up, and they ran into the store.

"You are such a pushover," I heard Fang say.

I ignored him. "You might as well shop, too. We might be here for a while," I said as we strode into the store.

Two hours and with 20-more-pounds-to-carry later, we finally left Macy's and flew away from the mall. As I had predicted earlier, Nudge and Angel had made me try on everything, literally, they could get their hands on that was my size. They had about 20 articles of clothing each they wanted to buy, all totally frilly and girly, and about 30 for me. But in the end, practicality had won, and they were only allowed 5 items. I had picked out two pairs of jeans and two shirts for myself. All the boys had bought a couple pairs of pants and a couple shirts each, God bless them.

I had noticed the guy at the checkout counter at Macy's give Fang and Iggy and appraising look. As we walked away, Angel had asked me, "Max? Do you think that guy at the cash register was gay?"

"I don't know," I replied. "Why do you ask?"

"Because when he looked at Fang and Iggy, he thought 'Dang, those boys are fine," Angel explained. I laughed at her imitation of a girly guy's voice. I had seen Fang and Iggy blush out of the corner of my eye.

When we got back to the house, Nudge and Angel asked if they could go swimming with the new swimsuits they bought, and Gazzy chimed in, too. I said okay and they rushed off to go change. It was convenient the house had a pool in the backyard that was surrounded by trees, so we didn't have to hide our wings.

On my way to the backyard I stopped in the kitchen to grab some soda and an apple, then walked out onto the patio and sat down in one of the chairs, far away enough from the pool that I wouldn't get splashed when Gazzy did a flying dive-bomb.

After a couple minutes Angel, Nudge and Gazzy ran out of the house and did cannonballs into the pool. Fang came out with his laptop and sat down in a chair next to me, and opened it, checking his blog again. Even after a year since the fall of Itex, fans were still hanging on his every word. Iggy also came out in his swimtrunks and jumped into the pool, but got out after a few minutes, shook his hair out, and sat down in the chair on the other side of me from Fang, staring up at the sky. Well, not staring, just positioning his face that way.

I ate my apple as I watched Angel, the Gasman and Nudge play Marco Polo. Nudge was it, and as she said, "Marco," Gazzy let it loose in the pool, making the water bubble profusely. Nudge pounced on him, and I laughed. The laugh turned to a yawn.

"You awake sleepyhead?" Fang teased.

"Yes, I just haven't been getting enough sleep," I retorted.

"Why?" he encouraged.

I shrugged. "Bad dreams," I said, watching Gazzy do a flying dive-bomb.

"About?"

I shrugged again. Like I would ever tell him.

He didn't say anything. I watched the younger ones play in the pool for a few more minutes, then I guessed I started dozing, because the next thing I was aware of was that Iggy was holding my feet and Fang was holding my hands and they were carrying me between them to the edge of the pool. I struggled a little, but they flung me into the water, with clothes on. When I surfaced, I glared at Fang and Iggy, who were both laughing as they looked down at me. Well, Fang looked, Iggy just laughed. I heard Angel, Gazzy and Nudge laughing behind me.

"What the hell did you do that for?" I yelled at Fang.

He shrugged, but was still chuckling in that in that sexy way of hi- Whoa, stop right there! I told myself. Using my superstrong legs, I jumped out of the ater and grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him into the water with me. At this, Angel, Gazzy, Nudge, and Iggy laughed even harder. When Fang resurfaced, he glared at me, but I just smiled. Iggy jumped in next to us, sending water splashing all over us. I splashed him back, and the rest of the afternoon was spent fighting in splashing wars. Eventually we decided it was time for dinner, mainly because Nudge was whining about being hungry, so we dried off and went inside. After eating the fabulous enchiladas my mother had taught Iggy to make, I told the Flock to go take showers before the house permanently smelled like wet bird-kid and chlorine. There were three bathrooms in the house with showers, so two of the Flock shared a bathroom. Nudge and Angel shared one, Gazzy and Iggy, and Fang and I. Don't ask me how Fang and me had to share a bathroom, I'm not exactly sure how that decision was made.

Fang took a shower first, and I was waiting outside the door when he came out in nothing but a towel. I looked at his muscular chest and arms, blushing and hurrying into the bathroom as he looked at me with curious eyes. I noticed the bathroom smelled like men's bodywash, and I that I liked that smell. I took a nice, long 20 minute shower. I sang to myself a little lullaby I had made up for Nudge and Angel when we were younger and living at the house in Colorado. I got out and dressed, running my fingers through my hair. I left the bathroom, and when I walked down the hallway, I heard humming coming from Fang's room. I stopped and listened. It sounded like the tune to the lullaby I was singing in the shower.

Huh. Fang actually had a very pleasant singing voice. Nice and deep, but not too deep. I listened a few more seconds, and then his door opened. He came out and saw me standing there, probably wondering why I was there outside his room.

"You can sing really good, you know," I told him.

He looked at me like he had just been caught committing a crime, but I smiled and he blushed, looking away. He shrugged.

"I guess," he muttered.

Knowing I might regret it later, I walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek. He looked at me in surprise, then I turned away and walked down the stairs and to the living room where the rest of the Flock was watching TV. My lips tingled from when I kissed him on the cheek.

Nope, I would not regret that.

Don't worry there will be more Faxness in the next chappie!! And more action in later chappies so be patient my lovely readers!

Fly free!

-C