Alright, it's official. Completely official and voted on and confirmed and... and... Official!

I'm pissed at Fang, and that's just how it is and how it's going to be for awhile.

Sorry.

End of sentence, end of paragraph, end of freaking story.

How the hell did I let him talk me into that stupid, absolutely pointless stunt?

How!?

I must actually be losing my mind. Somewhere along the line, I must have just dropped it and hadn't noticed. That would be the only explanation for me to allow such utterly moronic behavior.

Oh, sorry. You must want to know what happened, and also maybe how our football excursion went.

Coincidentally and conveniently both can be explained in the same enraged manner. I shall attempt to control my rage (at both myself and Fang (mainly Fang)) during the duration of this explanation.

This is going to be intense.

I thought (and I did, I swear) that Fang's little jab at a 'publicity stunt' was a complete joke. The guy is a fan of football, and I honestly thought that he was going to sit quietly and enjoy the game.

Little did I know that he was serious, and before I knew it we were all over the big screen, and soon thereafter booking it.

Way to go Fang.

As if our display of ourselves in New York wasn't enough of a problem that we have to deal with this too. And by 'we' I mean 'me', because as the leader, it's my job to sort out all of the crap flung at us by our enemies, and every now and again (Fang, Fang, FANG!) by one of our own.

Now we're on the run (on the fly?) in Dallas. And now the whole freaking country knows about us, and it's not just one of those things you read in the Weekly World News, have a laugh and get on with your life. No, this is something that as of now, people are going to honestly believe. What do ya know? There's bird kids on the loose!

It's hard to keep in the shadows when fire is constantly being poked at your nose. How many times had I told them that?

But then, he knew that, and went against perhaps our second biggest rule (right after 'don't get caught'). And then he did it anyway. Because he had a plan.

Good for him.

But now what?!

Were we just supposed to fly around, trying to keep in hiding while also being celebrities? Was that the plan?

Why did I have no say in this plan?!

But then, Fang and I (as much as I hate to admit it) differed on some key issues.

He seemed to want to bring the Whitecoats down for good. A task which seems so highly unlikely that it's almost laughable. I mean it. I'm almost laughing.

While my humble goal, on the other hand, is to merely survive and try to live the semblance of a normal life.

Fang's heart is in the right place, but his head's so far up…

Well, you get it I'm sure.

Who's right here? Me, protecting us, or him putting us all out there to get picked off?

You decide.

"Max, are you mad?" Nudge spoke up from somewhere close behind me.

"No, not at all. I'm happy as can be!"

"Oh… Well for a minute there…"

I turned and glared, cutting off anything else she was going to say.

"Well, I dunno 'bout y'all but I think that was completely one hundred percent awesome," Iggy just had to throw in his two cents.

"Ditto," the Gasman added.

Fang just smiled.

But that was enough to really irk me.

"That wasn't awesome, people! That was stupidity at it's finest! What kind of 'plan' was that, Fang!" I was very nearly shouting. "What were you thinking?!" I demanded of Fang.

And he calmly replied, "I was thinking exactly what ended up happening. Personally, I think it went wonderfully."

I almost forgot how to fly for a moment, I was so baffled. "What?! Are you out of your mind?!"

"Maybe," Fang replied coolly. "And maybe that's just what we need."

I didn't even know how to respond to that, so I decided not tpo make an enraged fool out of myself trying to decipher Fang's bizarre logic. Instead, I concentrated on where we were going. And I was given a few blessed moments of silence by the flock, who knew full well how pissed I was.

Anyway, we were all in our usual formation, a good five thousand feet off the ground. We were heading to some hilly Dallas outskirts where we would chill for a while.

Until I figured out how best to proceed without Fang trying to bring us all down from the inside.

"Fang's not thinking that," Angel said, trying to disarm the bomb.

I whirled around as Fang raised an eyebrow; he glanced quickly from Angel to me. "What am I thinking?"

I stopped, coming to a hover and turned on Angel, who had to stop to avoid running into me.

I glared silently and she knew to shut it.

I turned back and resumed flying, and no one said a thing for a while.

"So, what now?" Iggy asked. Leave it to Iggy to say stuff when I didn't want people to say stuff.

"I don't know," I shot back acidly. I was tempted to add, 'why don't we let Fang decide' on the end of that, but knew he would take it to heart, and I was afraid the others might just go with it.

And I know you're listening, Angel, so keep on a lid on it.

I mean it.

But then it occurred to me that I wasn't mad at Angel. Or Nudge, or Gazzy. Or even Iggy. I was mad at Fang.

So, I'm sorry I snapped at you, Angel.

It was nice to not actually have to apologize to apologize.

Don't you say anything, Angel.

"Well, I had fun, anyway," Total said.

I almost jumped. Total had been silent so long (which was odd) I had forgot he was there; being carried by Iggy.

"Yeah," I said, sarcastically with a roll of my eyes thrown in for good measure.

"But we ain't doing it again anytime soon."