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     I’ve never been one for being in tight spaces with people I don’t trust. With that little fact in mind, forgive me when I wake up next to someone I barely know, and the outcome is… not good.         

      I’ll never know why the flock thought that camping out in a small, one-roomed shack was a good idea. Seriously, all it had was a door, one window, and an old, dirty mattress lying on the floor. Somehow, I was stuck sleeping on the mattress, though I made it perfectly clear that I preferred the floor. The flock made some lame excuse that I was the oldest, the leader, etc. Even Angel was on board, but I think she just wanted to make me uncomfortable.         

     So when the sun came pouring in the dust-covered window, I woke up and rolled over to find someone lying next to me. Someone that was not a Fang. Someone that was a Dylan. A Dylan that I did not completely trust yet, even though he helped in the fight against Dr. Gunther- Hagen. He was closer than I thought, and he reached his arm over and pulled me too close for comfort.

     “You’re even more beautiful when you have bed head,” he said, and smiled in a way that made butterflies flutter in my stomach, even though I suppressed them with brutal force.I gave him one look in the eyes, and brought up my knee hard. I told you before that the flock’s not shy about using crotch blows. He gave a loud groan and hopped off the bed faster than I’ve ever seen him go. And trust me; now that we’ve been flying regularly, that boy is fast.He doubled over and let out another loud groan, which, in turn, caused everyone else to wake up. They all sprang to their feet, which was a comforting sight for me. Angel looked at me as if I was crazy.    

     “How is waking me up at the crack of dawn comforting to you?” she asked, reading my thoughts. No, really… reading my thoughts. It’s one of the many things that make her special.

     “Well, for one, it shows that you guys are always ready. And secondly, it saves me from him making any more moves,” I said, pointing at the slowly standing Dylan.

     “Any more moves?” Dylan asked incredulously.

     “Uh, guys?” said Nudge.

     “Yes, moves! What else do you call that?” I yelled at Dylan.

     “Um, guys?” said Nudge, frantically.

     “Max, you know I can’t help it. It’s how I’m programmed,” Dylan shot back.

     At this point, my ego was stinging. I mean, I know I don’t want him to like me, but saying it was a product of genetic programming didn’t make me feel any better. I am 2% bird, but I still have feelings, you know.

     “Well, you can take your stupid programming and shove it where– “

     “GUYS!” Nudge yelled, cutting me off. “What are those?” she asked, lifting one of her small brown fingers to point out the window.As my line of vision followed where she was pointing, my eyes met something wolfish and scarily familiar… Erasers.   

Oooh. Awesome!! I really like it!

Woot!! Erasers! :D

Very nice, very nice indeed.  I like the hit to Dylan. :D  Seriously, I think you have a good start here, it's well written and even feels kind of like reading the books themselves.  So, are you gonna keep writing or what?  You've left us with a cliffy here.

 -Saint 

Well it actually just started as a cl*censored*room *censored*ignment. So yeah, I'll probably write more. I was not aware that more was wanted, so I just stopped hoping that people would comment.

 @StFangofBoredom: yes, I quite enjoyed writing about the nuisance that is Dylan.

The nuisance that is Dylan.

That should be the -literal-babys name. XD