Please read the info at the bottom for an explanation of my absence and other stuff, thanks! :)

Chapter inspired by Nic-Nac, dunno if this is what you imagined so I hope you enjoy :)

Fang was starting to become a bit suspicious. It had been a few weeks since the Doctor Who incident (he still didn't forgive Ella for changing the channel like that, the monster) and so far, nothing has happened to him that was out of the ordinary.

He was becoming more anxious as each day passed by.

He knew, he just knew, that the Flock was planning something. Maybe it was something huge, or something really simple, but he was waiting. And it was driving him insane!

"Fang!" Max called from the kitchen causing him to jump and practically fly off his bed.

Getting back up he grumbled out incoherent little phrases to himself before calling back "What!"

This time he heard Dr. Martinez answer him.

"Get your butt out here no one is going to attempt murder, and Ella is not allowed near the TV remote! We are going to eat dinner as a family whether they try to cut your hair off or not!"

A bit startled, and admittedly relieved that no one was going to murder him/cut off his hair, he called back an okay and made his way into the kitchen. When he sat down at the table there was lively chatter among them. Max and Ella were in deep conversation about something called a Shadowhunter, Angel and Nudge were discussing different celebrates including David Tennant (Fang felt so proud), and Gazzy and Iggy were whispering to each other, most likely planning either their next scheme to give Fang a heart attack, or working on a bomb. Fang hoped it was the latter for once.

Looking at the scene before him, Fang actually felt things might be going back to normal. At least for a little while. Fang almost smiled at the thought. He also felt that he just jinxed himself.

"Dinner's ready!" Dr. M said as she set out their meal. The chatter quickly stopped as they began to stuff their faces with Dr. M's homemade cooking.

After ten minutes everyone, save for Dr, Martinez and Ella, were finished with their meals, and were genuinely stuffed.

"Hey Max?" Nudge asked.

"Yeah?"

"Your shirt is red."

"Your shirt is green. Hey Iggy?"

"What up?"

"Your eyes are blue."

"Yours are... brown. Yo Gaz!"

"Yes?"

Iggy put his hand on Gazzy's head. "Your hair is yellow."

"Your hair is red-ish. Hey Angel?"

"Mhm?"

"Your dress is pink."

"Your shirt is orange. Fang?"

Fang was almost scared to answer. As stupid as he was, he did anyway. "Yes?"

"Your hair is black," Angel said.

"So are you pants," said Gazzy.

"And your shoes," Iggy added.

"And your wings," said Max.

"Same with your shirt," said the entire Flock.

Fang said nothing. Why they decided their torture device was pointing out the obvious was beyond him. Fang simple stood up, placed his dirty plate in the sink, went straight to his room and shut the door locking it for good measure although he knew Nudge could get through the metal lock, pulled out his laptop and went straight to his blog.

Yo,

So.

I'm living with crazy people...

Hello my faithful readers! :)

I am so insanely sorry I haven't updated in god knows how long! I've had rehearsals, finals, more rehearsals, school, best friend switching schools (i am mad at his parents for making him move), then the actual show for the musical which was a HUGE success so YAY for that. Then me being grounded for getting crappy grades in my math and English class so UGH. SORRY!

So, happy news! Well for me anyway... I will updating hopefully twice every weekend and HOPEFULLY even more often while things start to quiet down a bit :)

It would mean so much to me if you guys followed me on twitter _bowtie for news about updates for any of my stories :) thank you so much for sticking with my stories and for any new readers I hope you enjoy and stick around till the end! :)

~silver