Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride and its characters. I also don't own Ian Somerhalder and Fred and George Weasley. I wish I did, 'cause that would be totally awesome.

Maximum Ride's POV

"Hurry up will ya?" I shouted through the loud engine of the private jet. I glanced at my watch to see that Nudge and Angel are exactly an hour late. Again.

Nudge(her real name is Monique Kingsley, but we never call her that) and Angel Jones. They are my two kinda trusted best friends who are like daughters to me. They're sisters… but they aren't related to each other. Angel's parents decided to adopt Nudge since her parents were dead. It's sad, really. But Nudge says that she likes it with the Martinez household. Yes, I said Jones earlier. We're getting to that part. Just wait, okay? They are really close to each other despite their differences… I mean, Nudge. She's caramel tanned(she's Jamaican. No she does not have an accent. Not all Jamaican's have an accent). Matching that is her big brown eyes. She's 14.

Trust me when I say she's a chatterbox. She'll literally talk your ear off. She's funny, sarcastic, and boyish. She likes to wear baggy jeans("No. No skinny jeans please." That was what she said when Fang said he was taking them to the mall and Angel said that the new skinny jeans were out), guy shirts, and sneakers(right now, she's wearing a yellow plaid shirt but it was unbuttoned so you could see the black tank top that she was wearing inside. She was wearing a pair of her favorite converse[they were rainbow colored]). She kind of reminds me Kristen Stewart. But Nudge NEVER wears a dress or anything with a skirt. She also detests anything pink. Nudge is very athletic and her main sport is skateboarding. Which developed her habit of hanging out with guys. That doesn't mean she's not interested in guys though. she is. Trust me, I would know.

Angel on the other hand, she's another story. She's the youngest in her family. She has blonde angelic hair that frame her face. She has blue eyes which are pretty manipulative. She's only 11. The saying "Don't judge a book by book by its cover", really applies to her. On the outside she looks like an Angel, but she's really not. I mean, yeah, she can be really sweet, but she can also be really evil. She can read diaries without you knowing(I just found out cause I caught her one night.), she'll lie to you(she may be 11… but she can do that), she's quite manipulative (I don't even know how she does it… I think it's the Bambi-eyes), and lots more. I am pretty much the only one who can crack her… she can't pull off anything against me. Especially lying. She may be a good liar, but I could defeat her.

Anyway, she's also quiet. She usually is. She thinks a lot to herself and spends her time reading books and shopping. She usually wears pink, skirts, and blouses. She's even wearing pink underwear(unbelievable? Yeah well believe it). I don't let her wear heels since she's still 11. but I do let her wear sandals. Right now, she is wearing a pink cashmere sweater with a cream white dress that reaches till her knees and some baby pink doll shoes. She is very girly. Very very girly. She knows when's the new fashion line, the new trend, etc.

So, the thing is. Even though they're both so young, they do the "fashionably late" thing. They're ALWAYS 1 hour late for everything. Usually just Angel, but somehow she is able to drag Nudge with her.

I crossed my arms and tapped my foot as I (impatiently) waited for them to drag their bags to the jet. I eventually gave up, dropping my arms to my sides and rolling my eyes, and decided to just wait inside.

But as I stepped inside, I bumped onto a hard wall. Funny, I don't remember that being there. I looked up to see that it was actually Fang. "Will, you not do that?" I asked him. "Do what?" he asked me. "Sneak up behind me" I passed him and decided to walk over to my assigned seat. And just bury my whole face into my hands.

Okay, review. Fang is actually Nicholas Jones. We call him Fang because it fits him. When you see him up close, you could actually see that he had fangs. They weren't sharp, but still. Anyway, he is the son of none other than George Jones. Who the hell is he? Well, he is one of the richest men in Wyckoff, New Jersey. And yes, he owns this private jet.

Fang's 16, like me. He has black, onyx eyes(that look violet under bright light) and olive-toned skin. He always wears black and he rarely smiles(but he smiles around me. And trust me, his smile can brighten up a funeral). But he isn't Emo. Call him Emo, and you'll get on his bad side.

But even though he's super-freaking-millionaire rich, he's also trying to be just a normal 16-year-old. He loves to watch TV, he enjoys hanging out with friends, and he hates studying. He doesn't really travel often, unlike his dad. But today, we are going to Rome.

I dare you to ask why?

Imaginary audience in my head: Why?

Angel did the Bambi-eyes. Gosh, he is such a softie. I hate him for that. But yeah, she manipulated him. I wish he can be more like me sometimes when it comes to these things. Which is why they always ask Fang when it comes to these things, they all know I would say no.

I looked up from my seat to see that Angel and Nudge finally entered the plane and that Fang was already closing the door. Both of them sat near the seats to Gazzy(his real name is Gasman Martinez. We call him Gazzy for a reason untold. Actually there is a reason but I guarantee you that you do not want to know why) and Iggy (whose real name is James Martinez). Gazzy and Iggy are Angel's Brothers.

And from my seat I could see that they were playing some poker. Totally normal? Not really.

Iggy is also 16 but he can be really immature. He likes to joke around and usually makes perverted jokes. But only around me and Fang. Swear to God, if he says one perverted joke around the kids I will kill him. And yes, I've already told him that. You should've seen his face.

Anyway, just to give a picture, Iggy is strawberry blonde, pale, with pale blue eyes to match, and he's really tall. He's the tallest from any of us. He likes to cook and is a really great cook at that. His cookies are like heaven to me. Literally. His name is Iggy for a reason. You see, he likes to blow up bombs. I am not kidding. This kid is a genius who once created a bomb out of some chlorine, paperclips, cardboard, and a remote. He usually gets in trouble for it but when I saw it the first time, I was in awe. And then Fang told me something that made me both pity and adore Iggy even more…. Fang told me he was blind. Which explains the pale blue eyes. But trust me when I say that even though he's blind. He could see right through anyone. He knows when you're lying, or scared, or something's wrong. And he is just amazing.

Gazzy on the other hand, is also blonde. Actually he is Angel's twin. No really. But you wouldn't know because they are totally different from each other. But they really do look alike, just give Gazzy a wig and voila. He doesn't do much, I mean he also loves to blow up stuff just like Iggy. They're like Fred and George Weasley. Except they're not British and they don't have wands. But Gazzy is usually the one to lighten the mood. He always makes me laugh and I love him for that.

I didn't know that I was staring at Iggy and Gazzy until Iggy snapped me out of my zoning-out and said, "Max? Are you okay?". I smiled at him, "Yeah, I'm fine." He smiled back and went back to playing poker.

Imaginary audience in my head: Wait, I thought Iggy was blind. How in the world is her playing poker?

I'm sorry but even that… I don't know the answer to. Even though he's blind he could win against any of us. Believe it or not, it's true.

I snapped back into reality when Angel and Nudge were freaking out over some cute guy named "Ian Somerhalder" on Tv. "What is with them?" I asked as Fang sat across me. "I don't even know, I just heard the words. Ian Somerhalder, Might, Shooting, and Rome." Fang answered. That was possible the longest sentence he's said in a while. Huh. It's been long since we've been able to talk just ourselves.

I looked at Fang who was typing on his laptop. Probably preparing a blog entrée since there is no way in hell he could blog from a plane, could he? I was about to ask him when suddenly I heard an explosion. Alarms on the plane started beeping like crazy.

Well, Shit.

Fang hurriedly stood up and took and fire extinguisher from a wall and started extinguishing the fire that Iggy and Gazzy created. I sighed stood up from my seat with my arms crossed and walked over to their table. As soon as the fire, was gone. Fang stepped aside to let me do my job. "What is it this time?" I asked them keeping my voice calm. "One of Nudge's hair pins, some lighter gas, and my iPod's charger." Iggy said quickly. "But nothing was damaged…. That much. And We're still alive so that's definitely a plus." He added. I held out my hand, "Hand over anything that you think will make a bomb." They looked at me unbelievingly, "Now." I added. Iggy rolled his unseeing eyes and handed over his torn apart lighter, his matches, his watch, his iPod and it's deck, and some of his bracelets which turned out to be wires. Gazzy gave me his watch, some wires, a small box of matches, some screws, and a piece of Razor. I put it all in my coat's pocket. They both hung their heads in shame. "Nobody hurt…" Iggy said softly, apparently still disappointed of the actions that I had just taken. "I don't give a damn that nobody got hurt during this one." I shouted and they both flinched. "What if somebody did, Iggy? What if the bomb had bigger results than expected and blew off half of the plane? Would you be able to say that?" I paused, waiting for him to answer. He didn't he just kept his head down as if the color of his pants were suddenly interesting. "Iggy, can't you grow up? Why can't you be responsible? I may not be that responsible, considering that I didn't fully inspect your pockets, but you should've known better than to create an explosion inside a plane." I ran a hand through my hair. "Honestly, what am I going to do with the both of you?". "Max, we're sorry." Gazzy said in his totally sorry voice. "It's too late for that now. Just—just clean it up" I dismissed them as I went back to my seat.

Okay, you're probably asking why am I like that to them. Here's the deal. Even though me and Fang are just sixteen… we are the parents of these kids.

No, we didn't have—we didn't—we didn't "do it"(oh, you guys know what I mean). Fang just decided to adopt these kids. Mr. & Mrs. Martinez died in a car crash. Fang decided to adopt them since Mr. & Mrs. Martinez worked in the Jones household. Ever since then Angel, Nudge, Gazzy, & Iggy officially took the last name "Jones". Fang's dad wanted nothing to do with them, but he did support Fang with money to help them. And even if were aren't blood related we treat each other as family. And since Fang was rich, he bought them a boarding house near the beach back in L.A. Fang lives in his Mansion in New Jersey and I lived in a normal sized house which is also in New Jersey.

"What?" Fang snapped me back into reality "Can't handle the stress?" I realized that I was absently rubbing my temples with my index and middle finger so I dropped my hands. "Fang, I'm just sixteen. When I was a kid all I imagined at the age of sixteen was that I was still studying but I was already driving a totally awesome car and that I'd have a boyfriend. I'd never thought I would be a mom." I told him. "Well, you are still studying and you do have a totally awesome car. I just don't know about that boyfriend though" he replied. I smiled.

The question is and always will be, "How did Fang get me to be the mom?". Well, I owe him. He pretty much saved me from speeding car just a few years ago. And apparently this is the only way I could repay him, being the mom of the kids he adopted. I also did it since I couldn't help but say yes to him. We've been best friends ever since we were six. We met in the neighborhood. I was new in town and there he was. We became friends. Best friends. And practically family. We're staying that way, in case you're wondering. I mean. I have thought about it once in a while. You know, being in a relationship. But I—I don't know anymore. What if—What if it ruins us? I'm not going to take that risk.

We have a closeness that we only have. We're close with the family, yes. But when it comes to me and Fang, there's so much history between us. He may be quiet and he may not smile much, but he's always able to let go of the when it's just us. He laughs and talk when he's around me and I like that. It's like he's saying that he trusts me. I trust him too. I think I've told him EVERY secret I've had.

"Max?" it seemed as if he was calling me for the 5th time. "Sorry" I smiled, "how long was I out?". He looked at his watch, "For about 2 minutes. Don't worry, it's fine. I just get worried… it's better to talk to someone than talk to your own mind because that might make you insane." He smirked. "Are you implying that I've gone mad?" I asked him, playing along with the conversation. He shrugged, "You said it. Not me". He smiled and leaned back. I pretended to be hurt. And he just laughed softly, "Don't worry… all the best people are." I smiled. His smile faded into a thin line and I did the same. His smile was contagious, honestly. If he smiled, I would smile too. For no reason.

"Drinks?" A flight stewardess passed by with her cart. "Uh yeah, sure. You got some Snapple in there?" Fang asked. The lady smiled and nodded, "And you, Miss?". "Uhm, Coffee. Coffee definitely sounds nice right now" I gave her a smile. She took a bottle from her cart and handed it over to Fang while she started making my coffee. I watched Fang drink his Snapple as I waited for my coffee. "Do you want some?" he asked me when he noticed. "No" I shook my head. "Then why are you staring at me like a creepy stalker?" Fang asked, "If you stare too much I might start thinking that you actually love me". I smiled and shook my head. The lady placed the coffee on the table, "Thank you". And she left.

I took a sip from my coffee. "I do not love you". He faked hurt, "Oh the rejection". And I laughed.

He always knew how to make me laugh. We had the same kind of humor so that's nice. We had loads in common but we do disagree on a lot of things too. But I like having something to disagree at since it's fun to argue with him. I believe that when two people have too much in common with each other, no friendship will be created. No other relationship will be created either. So yeah, I don't believe in that soulmate crap.

"Max?"

"What?" I went back to reality. "Is there something wrong? You seem to be zoning out a lot today" he asked in a concerned tone. "Uh, no. I'm fine… Just—thinking" I said, taking another sip of my coffee. "About what?" he asked. "Well… us. And the kids. And my life. And pretty much everything". "Why?" he asked, I hate how Fang can be annoying at times. He asks a lot of questions, and I hate that. "I don't really know…." I shook my head. He shrugged, leant back and had a sudden interest for the view outside the window. I sighed and realized I ran out of coffee.

Where the heck did all my coffee go? From what I remember I only had two sips.

Huh. Weird.