Hey! This is just something that I randomly thought of while attempting to update my other story, School's Out-For the Summer. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride.

Fang's POV:

"Psst, psst, Fang!" Iggy hissed at me at around 3 am.

"Wrraaaugh!" I shouted, shooting up in bed. I'm a light sleeper. The tiniest sound at night sounds like an A bomb to me.

"Look what I found," Iggy said, wriggling his eyebrows at me.

He held up a little book. A little green book that had one word on the cover.

Journal.

I stared at it for a few moments before realizing what it was.

"Damn!" I exclaimed, before I could stop myself. "You didn't."

"Uh, Fang?" Iggy said hesitantly, "is it what I think it is? I mean, I couldn't exactly see it, but when I finally picked the lock in Max's desk drawer, I found a book. Which led me to the only possible conclusion."

"Yeah," I got out, "this is what you think it is. It's Max's diary."

"Damn," Iggy said, "You wouldn't think Max would be the type to keep a diary, but…"

"Yeah," I said again. My vocabulary is amazing, I know.

I must have just been sitting there in the dark stupidly, because the next thing I knew, Iggy was jumping up and down on the bed, saying to read it already.

Now, Iggy and I are eighteen. I don't know about your bed, but mine couldn't really handle an eighteen year old guy bouncing around on it. It was creaking and shifting to the point when I seriously thought he was going to break it.

"Dude," I admonished, "chill out."

"Uh, Fang?" Iggy said, coming to a stop, "First of all, don't say 'dude'. You're not a surfer dude, even though I know that's your secret dream. Second of all, are you going to freaking open it already?"

Hold up there for a second.

"Whoa, Iggy," I said, "you want me to open it?"

He looked at me for a moment like I had sprouted horns. Which, I guess, considering our upbringing, wasn't totally impossible.

"Hell yes, I want you to open it!" He demanded.

When I still didn't do anything, he took the diary out of my hands. "This situation needs to be taken care of by a real man," he proclaimed. The "manly" effect was sort of ruined by the fact that his voice cracked on the last few words, though.

"Wait," I told Iggy. "I'm not sure if we should open it."

He looked at me, dumbfounded. "Why?" he asked after a few beats of silence. He actually seemed to be speechless, which was a first.

"Well, I don't know how your relationship with Ella is," I started, "but Max and I sort of respect each other's privacy. I wouldn't like it if Max went through my things, so I'm not going to go through hers."

Iggy still looked at me like I should be put into a mental hospital. Well, he looked at my nightstand like it should be in a mental hospital, but the thought was there, right?

"Also," I went on, "If Max ever found out I read her diary, she would castrate me with a pair of rusty kitchen shears."

Iggy winced.

"I don't think I'm ready to take that kind of risk. Plus, like I said before, I just don't want to violate her privacy like that.

Iggy looked thoughtful for a moment. Dangerous habit for him, I know.

"First of all," he said, "I don't have a 'relationship' with Ella. We're just friends."

Really? I spent about two minutes telling him why I didn't want to open Max's diary and that's all he says? That I've got his relationship status with Ella wrong? Well, if that's what he wants to talk about, I'm all for it, especially since it'll probably distract him from the whole diary thing.

"Friends with benefits," I said.

That shut him up.

"What?" he said, looking stunned.

"C'mon, you think no one knows that you're making out every moment of the day? Once, in the middle of the night, I woke up to get a glass of water and I heard all of these…noises coming from your room. If Dr. M knew that Ella was in your room at two in the morning, she would murder you."

"You knew about that?" Iggy said, looking like he wanted to die in a hole.

"Uh, I'm pretty sure everyone knows about you and Ella except Dr. M," I informed him.

Iggy blushed, "It's not what you think it is. We didn't do anything, you know. She won't let me get further than second base. Sometimes, it's so easy to see that she and Max are related."

Yes! He's distracted from getting me to open Max's diary now!

"Girl troubles?" I asked, trying to sound like I knew what I was talking about. My only relationship, other than the one kiss with Lissa, was with Max, so it's not like I knew lots about "girl troubles".

"Well," Iggy said, sighing, "if you must know, Ella and I have secretly been dating for a while now."

"Wow!" I said, smirking, "secret dating! Next thing you know, you'll be wearing light up velcro Transformers shoes!" Yeah, when I want to be, I can be really obnoxious.

"Don't go there," Iggy warned, "light up shoes are not a laughing matter."

I sighed. Iggy.

"All joking aside," I started again, "Why is everything a secret? Why not just…tell everyone?"

"You said it yourself," Iggy said, "Dr. M would kill me if she knew Ella was in my room at night, so if she knew we were dating, she might actually like…take away my bacon rights or something-and then kill me," His voice dropped to a whisper. "Can you keep a secret? I'm sort of afraid of Dr. M," he said.

I almost broke a Fang Law and laughed. "Dude, your brain has some serious issues. She would be pissed if she knew Ella was in your room at night because that's messed up. You're living in Dr. M's house for crying out loud! You don't think she'd be a little bit paranoid about what goes on with her daughter under her roof? Just saying that you're dating her shouldn't be that much of a problem though," I said, "I mean, you're both eighteen. Legal adults. She can't have much of a say about whether or not you guys choose to hold hands and cuddle or whatever."

"Cuddle?" Iggy asked, his face disgusted, "that is not a manly word. I prefer…sitting close together."

"Okay…" I said, not really wanting to understand the inner workings of Iggy's brain, "She can't really have much of a say about whether or not you guys choose to hold hands or sit close together."

"I guess you're right," he said, "but there's another problem, too."

Yes! I thought to myself, He's totally forgot about the diary.

"What's your problem?" I asked.

"Well, I lied before," Iggy said hesitantly, "we haven't gotten to second base yet. I mean, we've dated for about 8 months now, and she still slaps me whenever my hands get higher than her belly button! I'm at the end of my rope. Do you think it's genetics? I mean, how did the two of us start loving two sisters who are absolutely distrusting of men?"

This time, I actually did laugh. "Um, wow," I said, "I sympathize for you and everything, but I don't exactly empathize, if you get my meaning," I winked at him.

He made a gagging noise and turned away from me. "Wow," he said, "you're like, my brother, and Max is like, my sister, so hearing about your love life is really grossing me out right now."

I smiled again. I was acting so un-Fang like only because I was relieved that Iggy seemed to have forgotten the whole diary thing.

"To get these horrible, horrible images out of my head, I need to distract myself," Iggy announced.

Oh, no.

"We need to break into Max's diary," he said.

Dear God, life really does hate me.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" I said impatiently, "I'm not reading Max's diary."

"C'mon!" Iggy wheedled, "She'll never find out."

"That's what you said about the stink bomb you planted in Nudge's closet," I reminded him, smirking.

"That was different!" he protested, "A stink bomb was much more…noticeable than reading someone's diary. I'm serious, Fang. Max will never find out about this."

"Iggy," I said, "I think you're underestimating the power that Maximum Ride has. She's probably got, like, a rigged system or something that'll let her know if her diary's been opened."

"Oh," he said, seemingly at a loss, "I didn't think of that."

"Of course," I said smugly. "Soooo…did you want to…I don't know, grab a midnight snack or something?"

Yes, that was a thinly veiled attempt at getting him distracted again.

"Nice try Fang,"

And a very pathetic attempt, it seems.

"Listen, Iggy," I said patiently, "I'm not breaking into her diary. That would be like, breaking her trust in me."

He rolled his eyes. "What era are you living in?" he asked, "I'm not talking about trust. I'm talking about revenge."

Okay…slightly interesting. What was he talking about? "Tell me more," I said.

"So you know how I'm blind and all?" Iggy started.

"No, I didn't know that, thanks for enlightening me," I said sarcastically.

"Oookay," he replied, nonplussed, "yeah, so since I'm blind, everyone sort of lets their guard down around me. Y'know, since I can't see what they're doing, they do lot's of private things around me."

"I don't get where this is going," I said, slightly disgusted at what sort of "private things" the rest of the flock did around Iggy.

"Patience is a virtue," Iggy intoned. "Yeah, so… when you were…MIA and Max was…all depressed, I stumbled over her…reading something." (A/N: Wow, that was a record use of ellipses there!)

My heart dropped to my stomach. Please let it not have been my dia-journal, please let it not be my journal, I chanted in my head.

"Was it my journal?" I demanded, pulse racing. If she read what I wrote in my journal, we were going to have a very long talk.

"No…" Iggy said, raising an eyebrow, "you kept a journal?"

Crap.

"Uh, no," I bluffed, "I meant…the…planner that we had to keep in that school that Anne made us go to. Yeah. Calling it a 'journal' was a fad back then." God, that might have been one of the worst lies I've ever told.

It was obvious that Iggy didn't believe a word I said, but he let it slide (thank God!) and kept on going with his "revenge" explanation.

"Yeah, and I caught Max reading your blog," he stressed, "And get this, going through the files on your computer. Like, unpublished blog entries and all that. Plus, she was looking at other stuff too. Like, your pros and cons list that you made of Max, and the first draft of your sappy love letter that you sent her when you left."

Oh, hell no. "That's worse than my diary!" I exclaimed. "How do you know this anyways?" I asked suspiciously.

"Hello? I can see things on a white background. The computer screen was white. The words were black." (A/N: I know that this isn't exactly how Iggy's power works, but bear with me here.)

"She wouldn't," I said, narrowing my eyes.

"She would," Iggy confirmed, "Which is why we have to read her diary as revenge."

Well. In this case, it wouldn't exactly be betraying Max's trust if I read her diary, and plus? What teenage guy isn't curious to know what his girlfriend writes in her diary anyway?"

"I'm in," I said finally, "pick that lock, Iggy."

June 14, 2011.

Hey,

Yeah, so I refuse to start off my saying "dear diary" or whatever crap girls do now. Just "hey". Get used to it.

Oh, my God! Something…major happened today. I can't tell my mom, she'd kill me, I can't tell the flock, it'd be too embarrassing, so I'll just tell you, journal.

Today started off…pretty boring. I sat around in class, came home, did homework, ate dinner, washed the dishes…Just a normal night. Except after dinner, I went flying. With Fang.

Oh, my goodness, flying by itself is pretty amazing, but flying with Fang? Out of this world.

The best part? It was really hot out. So Fang had ditched his shirt.

Oh, shoot, I really hoped that the night she was writing about wasn't the night I thought it was…

So it was just the two of us, alone, 1500 feet up in the sky, and Fang was shirtless.

Suddenly, my day had just gotten a whole lot more interesting.

It was a pretty normal flight, and we were just flapping lazily, mostly riding on some air currents and everything. The thing was, about an hour in, Fang suddenly crashed into me. And kissed me. Hard.

The thing about Fang's kisses, journal, is that they knock every coherent thought out of your brain. I forgot to flap, so we started to drop really fast. Fang didn't do anything about it though, and kept kissing me. Because my mind wasn't really working, I still didn't flap. When it looked like we were going to crash through the trees, Fang started flapping. He gently got us down, into a cave.

Crap. It was that night. I stopped reading out loud.

"Why did you stop?" He asked, confused.

"I…don't want to read anymore," I said uncomfortably.

"Don't forget the files on your computer…" Iggy said in a singsong voice.

Oh yeah! She read all of that stuff about me, so she totally deserves it if I tell Iggy what she wrote in her diary. I continued.

He looked at me, and do you know what he did, journal? He said he loved me! Me! Loved! Me! He! Loved! Me!

I couldn't believe it. Me? With all my flaws? I thought that he thought of me as a sister (well, a sister that he'd made out with several times, but a sister all the same), not…in that way. But he said it! He loved me!

Wow, I didn't know Max was so…gushy in her diary. It was interesting, to say the least.

Of course, I said I loved him back. I mean, I do, so why wouldn't I say it? It was incredible. So he was all sweet, and was all just like, yeah, that's really great and journal, do you know what he did next? He gave me a promise ring! As in, the real deal promise ring!

I know that he gave me one, years ago, for my birthday, but he said that that one didn't count, because he broke the promise less than a year later by leaving me, and that this was the real promise.

It was honestly, the sweetest thing anyone's ever done to me.

He has one, and I have one. They're white gold, and have M&F carved into them, with a ruby on one side, and an amethyst on the other, our birthstones.

I couldn't believe that he could afford something like that, seeing as…y'know, he doesn't really work, but he said that he talked with my mom, and she chipped in.

Isn't that romantic? He asked my mom for permission to give me a promise ring! Oh my God, he's so sweet and perfect I could die.

Actually those abs alone are worth living for. Never mind.

I'm being too girly. I need to stop before I turn into Nudge.

Bye,

Max.

I had the task of putting Max's diary back into her locked drawer the next day, when she was out teaching Gazzy how to fly sideways. I made sure to put it back exactly how it was when Iggy found it, and locked the drawer back up.

Max's diary was…really unexpected. It was really weird that Max, of all people was having these kinds of thoughts about me. I had always thought that while I was always thinking about how beautiful Max was, she didn't really notice looks and everything.

Plus, she thought I was "romantic, sweet and perfect"? That was nice to hear-er…read.

Well, she was perfect too, though. And beautiful.

Iggy's POV:

Wow, I swear, I almost threw up in my mouth from reading all that sappy lovey-dovey crap. Seriously, I will die before I do any of that mushy stuff Fang did to Max. He's an insult to all males.

…Wait. What if girls like that sort of thing? What if Ella likes that sort of thing? She probably does, since she's Max's sister and all.

Well, then. Maybe Fang's not totally feminine. Actually, I could ask him for some tips. Once Ella and I go public, that is.

Once Ella and I go public. That was actually kind of a nice thought. It sure would be a load off my shoulders if I didn't always have to worry about the secret anymore.

Suddenly, my reverie was interrupted by a loud shriek.

"WHO TOOK MY JOURNAL?" Max screamed loudly.

Oh crap. She knew.

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