It's been a while, I know. But here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

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On my list of horrible places, malls were 3rd. The school and hospitals were still the worst hell-holes known to man, in my opinion, but obviously malls weren't far behind. I would do anything, be anywhere else, if I could. The world just hates me, though, because guess where I ended up going?

That's right. I was forced to go to the mall, to shop for back to school clothes. Yeah. Even more reason to hate shopping.

"Do we have to go, Max?" The Gasman whined from his seat.

Nudge groaned, tired of our complaining. "Yes, we have to go! I mean, this is shopping. Back to school shopping. This is of the utmost importance!"

I'm pretty sure we all wanted to wipe that smug look off of her face. The Gasman happened to let one rip, doing just that. Our laughter at Nudge's new expression was short lived, though, because let's face it; Gassy had some serious issues going on.

The whole van was gagging before long. Windows were opened all the way, and that still wasn't enough to clear the stench.

When the smell was finally gone, everyone sighed with relief.

"That was so not cool, Gazzy." Nudge cried, slapping him.

Iggy smiled. "Nudge is right. That wasn't cool. That, my friend was pretty darn awesome!" they exchanged a perfect high-five. I shivered at the accuracy.

"Boys," I muttered from the back. Only Fang and Dylan heard me.

"Girls," Dylan retorted. Fang simply shook his head, his hand gripping mine. Nonchalantly, I laid my head on his shoulder. He kissed my hair once, before turning to look out the window once again.

My eyes were just beginning to close when Fang shook my shoulder. "We're here." He announced with disgust.

Chuckling a little, I climbed out, Fang's hand still in mine. My mom raised an eyebrow at us, but said nothing. Instead, she pulled out a large wad of cash. In each person's hand she placed $200.

"Mom, this is a lot of money."

"Yeah, like, over…" The Gasman did a little air math, "ten thousand dollars."

"Subtract a zero." Nudge chastised.

"A thousand dollars, then." He paused, "Right?"

I nodded, ruffling his hair. He gave me a grateful smile in return.

My mom grinned. "I know it's a lot, but you guys deserve to be spoiled."

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts," she said, to which the boys laughed. Her glare silenced them, then she continued to rattle off the different group pairings.

Ella and Nudge happily ran off, promising to be back before 5. Personally, I think 3 hours was way too much time to shop, but apparently I don't know anything about the way the mall works. Whatever.

My mom began to usher Angel and The Gasman inside, determined to make sure that they didn't waste their money on toys or anything like that.

Iggy quickly grabbed Fang's shirt, pulling him away from the van.

I scowled a little. "I thought mom said you and Dylan would go together, Iggy."

Stopping dead in his tracks, Iggy faked a surprised voice. "What I was thinking, breaking up the love-birds? I mean, you are only together 24 freaking 7." His tone hardened. "Seriously, Max. You're leader. Whoop-di-do. Get over yourself."

"No, Iggy, you get over my foot, which I'm about to shove up your behind for talking to me like that!"

"Bring it on!"

I stormed over to him, my hand already curled into a tight fist. "What was that?"

His hands clenched as well. "I said bring it on."

Steam had to be pouring out of my ears. "You asked for it!" I brought my fist back, not really wanting to hit him.

"Maximum Ride!" My mom yelled, "Let Iggy and Fang go off, huh?"

I gave her a blank stare.

"Now!"

And just like that, Iggy won.

AN: Firstly, that whole Iggy and Fang thing was not figgy. I don't support that kind of stuff at all. Just saying. Also, I won't just leave it there. Everyone in the flock had different, um, experiences, so by all means, read on!

Nudge and Ella

"And Max claims that 3 hours is enough time!" Ella giggled, shaking her head playfully at her phone.

"I know; it's already almost time to go! There is so much more shopping we could have done today!"

"Hey," Ella defended, "I wasn't the one who insisted on going to Claire's just one more time. How many headbands do you need?" She elbowed her friend humorously, before heading to the check out.

Nudge groaned. "Just let me look for another minute, Ell."

"Okay, okay, I'll wait."

Getting lost in the various accessories, Nudge didn't notice her friend's disappearance. Turning around, the teen searched a little for Ella, and spotted her standing just outside of the doors. A group of 3 or so guys had circled her.

In horror, Nudge watched as one of the boys lifted his shirt, revealing a sleek, black gun. Inaudible words were shared, and suddenly fear could be seen in Ella's eyes. The boy with the gun motioned to his friends, all of whom stepped closer.

Nudge's heartbeat was hard and painful in her chest. Her friend, nay, her little sister, was in trouble.

She found herself wondering what Max would do. Never show fear, she decided, and create a distraction. But what would suffice as a distraction?

A lone cart caught Nudge's eye. Something connected, and an opportunity presented itself. Perfect aiming allowed the cart to sail through the store window within seconds.

Ella was safely out of the shattered glasses way, but the boys surrounding her weren't that lucky. They fled the area as soon as the glass broke. What cowards.

Grabbing the other girl's hand, Nudge and Ella ran as well. They raced to the van waiting for them in the parking lot.

The white metal felt familiar and somehow safe to Nudge. She sighed with relief, leaning against the warm vehicle.

Ella began to giggle, causing Nudge to bubble with excitement as well. What an adventure that was!

Angel, the Gasman, and Dr. Martinez

Looking down at her purse, Angel frowned at the lack of money in it. Just under 3 hours ago, $200 was there. Now, it was all gone, spent on school clothes. Shopping was fun, Angel admitted, but having wandered over to the toy section, she wanted just one last item. A little black dog on one of the shelves caught her eye. The stuffed Scottie looked something like Total, without the wings that is. She just had to have it.

That was the problem, though. With no money, how was Angel to buy the toy? She could influence someone to buy it for her, but Dr. Martinez didn't like the kids to use their special powers.

But Dr. Martinez wasn't around. And what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, right?

Checking for her brother, Angel rounded to the next aisle, where a man and his son stood looking at dolls, of all things. Gassy and Iggy both claimed that their dolls were called action figures, but it was the same thing Angel.

The 7 year old sighed, instantly catching the adult's attention.

Kneeling to her level, the man asked, "What's the matter, sweetie?"

"Mister, I don't have enough money for this toy, and it would really mean a lot if you would buy it for me." Her eyes pleaded with him, but her feeble charm didn't work on him.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I just don't have the money either. I'm sorry."

Angel's eyes focused on his with unwavering attention. "You will buy this one little toy for a sweet girl like-"

"There you are!" Someone yelled from behind Angel.

Startled, she swung her head around. Lightly, she yelped, "Dr. Martinez!"

The kneeling, middle aged man shook his head. His eyes found Dr. Martinez's, and he smiled a robotic grimace. "Dr. Martinez," he droned, "Please, let me buy you this little stuffed dog."

Now it was Dr. Martinez who was troubled. "No, thank you. Come on, Angel." She began to tug at the girl's hand.

"I insist!"

When she declined once again, the man stepped forward, pressing his hands onto her shoulders.

"I must buy you this."

His grip must have tightened, because the mother cringed under his hands. Afraid to look away, Dr. Martinez whispered, "Angel."

Understanding what was to be done, Angel released her hold on the other adult's mind. He instantly released his hold on Dr. Martinez, looking very confused.

Without looking back, Dr. Martinez gripped Angel's wrist and dragged her away. When the duo found the Gasman, she pulled him along as well.

Marching them to the parking lot, Dr. Martinez unleashed a full out glare. Angel and Gasman responded in nervous laughs, afraid of what punishments they would receive. After all, was that amount of fun really worth its consequence?

Fang and Iggy

"Blue?" Iggy asked, "You are trying on a dark blue shirt? Are you feeling okay?"

Fang grumbled a little, leaving his friend to himself for a few minutes. Iggy chuckled to himself, amused by this fact. Because, come on, Fang in dark blue? It was hysterical idea, well, to Iggy at least.

To pass the time while Fang was gone, Iggy felt around the racks of clothes, noting the color of each fabric he touched.

"Blue, black, red, white, purple," He paused. This next item didn't feel like fabric. It felt like, well, paper; brown paper. Someone's lunch, maybe?

Wrinkling under his hands, Iggy located the opening of the bag and pulled out its contents.

A green, dirty feeling revealed just what the mystery item was. Money; lots and lots of money. The stack of greenbacks was almost thicker than his could hold, Iggy observed.

What should he do with this money? Report it to someone? Keep it? Oh, the supplies he could buy with this amount of cash!

But, that seemed wrong, even to Iggy. He began to put the stash back in its place, when people began to shout. The shouts grew, until Iggy could recognize the rough monotones of two police officers. He could feel their breaths, warm on his neck.

"You have a lot of nerve, showing up here with another man's hard earned money!" One of the officers chastised. The other one remained frozen behind the thin strawberry blonde.

"I didn't rob anyone, I swear!"

The man behind Iggy sneered in his ear, "That's what they all say!"

"Seriously-"

"What's going on here?" Fang's voice interrupted the misunderstanding. Iggy shivered at his brother's deadly calm tone.

"How do you know this man?"

Nothing was said. Finally, Fang reasoned, "Just let me explain, officer."

Both men and Iggy waited in silence. Then, "You see, it went like this-" And a punch was thrown. One officer was down for the count, leaving Fang, Iggy, and the second cop, who was shaking so hard he was about to pee himself.

With two blows, Iggy successfully knocked the other officer down.

"We run?" He asked.

"We run." Fang confirmed, his feet already pounding against the linoleum.

Alarms sounded when the boys bounded out the doors. Fang's shirt had never really been purchased, his old shirt left behind. But the boys didn't stop.

They ran until the store was far behind. When the white van was in view, both Fang and Iggy stopped, panting for breath. The moronic mall security was out of sight by now, outrun by the two thin boys.

High-fiving, both Fang and Iggy smiled slyly. That was quite a rush.

Max and Dylan

Looking at the clock again, Dylan sighed. It was almost time to get going. Where was Max?

As the thought crossed his mind, Max walked out of the dressing room. Dylan smiled, liking the way her jeans looked.

"You look nice," he complimented. The look on Max's face was priceless. She blushed, mumbling thank you under her breath.

When nothing else happened, Dylan reached out to tuck stray hair behind Max's ear. She slapped him away, her face turning a different shade of red.

"Don't touch me, please," She whispered, attempting to brush past Dylan. He grabbed her wrist, forcing her to face him.

"I'm your perfect half, Max. Just accept it."

Her lack of protest fueled Dylan to inch closer. Slowly, as if not to scare her away, Dylan pressed his mouth to Max's. Was it just his imagination, or was she going with it and kissing him back?

Whether Dylan was hallucinating or not didn't matter the minute that Max froze. He pulled away, confused by her reaction.

Her brown eyes hardened, her mouth forming words that echoed in Dylan's head. "I can't do this. Not to Fang."

Just like that, she walked away, over to the empty check out area. Then, without a backwards glance, she ran in the direction of the car, leaving Dylan behind, wondering what in the world he was going to do with her.

Okay, so it took me forever to write this. I had to word it all in a way that I liked, and it took longer than I expected. Sorry for the wait. But, was it worth it? Review and tell me?

Did you guys like the different groups? Yes, no? I can't tell if you don't review… please? For me?

Thanks so much for reading!

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