Ok, so here's the first new chapter!! I fixed it A LOT, so lets hope its way better.

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I can get the new chapter in as soon as she emails me back! Which will hopefully be in the next 2 or 3 days.



I laid in my bed thinking about the last few years. So much had happened since out little fray with Germany. I found my mother, Dr. Martinez, my half-sister Ella, had battled uncountable Flyboys, and managed to keep a sane mind with the voice constantly nagging me. (I swear, I'll never get used to calling him Jeb.) After much preparation, the Flock and I had even completed our mission; we saved the world.

Seven years later and we're all here, at this large house Dr. Martinez managed to get for us.

The past seemed to be flashing before my eyes; buying the new house we now live in, my failure at baking Angel's birthday cake, the late nights Fang and I stayed up watching movies.

Then there was that new romance; Iggy and Nudge. When they first started dating, they were adorable. Now, they were getting serious. Angel recently told me Iggy was thinking of proposing soon. It would be a great wedding. I grinned; Nudge would be ecstatic.

I rolled on my side and winced at the bright glare of the sun peeking through the window. I slowly got up and wandered to the open window. A light breeze tossed my hair almost playfully. It was a beautiful day. I sighed, knowing I'd have to start getting ready for today. I walked out to the hall and I could tell everyone else was sleeping just by the rare quietness of the house.

It must be early. I thought. I did my daily morning routine: brushing my teeth to blow drying my hair. Not that I normally cared what I looked like, but today I figured I should look somewhat decent.

I walked towards my closet in hopes of finding something suitable to wear.

It was Dan's and my two-month anniversary. I smiled, remembering the day we met. Now that I think about it, it was a little clichéd. I was at a local coffee shop, and he managed to bump into me, spilling his hot drink all over my shirt. "Oh my god!" he said. "I'm so sorry! Let me help you with that." I'll admit at first, I was a little peeved, but that was all forgotten once I got a good look at his gorgeous eyes.

I think that's what first caught my attention. His eyes. They're a stunning mixture of a deep blue and emerald. I was immediately drawn to them. I have no idea how long I stood there staring like an idiot, but thankfully, he was the first to break the silence. "Hi." he said, grinning. "I'm Dan."

I smiled at the memory. He seemed so sweet back then. He still is, in a way. But, I don't completely trust him. And I constantly ask myself: what's a relationship without trust?

At least the flock seems to like him. We'll… except for Fang, but can't honestly say I care. I don't like his girlfriend either. Lauren was a preppy tramp who seems to have a lack of complete clothing. Every time she'd come over she'd have an unbelievably short skirt or a v-neck shirt that was way to low. Fang can't complain, I'm sure, for him, that it's a great view.

I decided to play my cards and actually wear something Dan would like.

I stood in front of my closet, shuffling through the hangers, trying to decide what to wear. I was searching for something simple, but elegant. My fingers brushed past a simple black skirt. I pulled the hanger off of the pole, and held the material in front of me, scrutinizing it, deciding whether or not it was suitable for my date. I didn't want to show too much skin; that always makes me uncomfortable. I placed it against my waist to make sure it wasn't too short; it ended about mid-thigh. I figured it'd have to do. I tossed the skirt onto my unmade bed, turning my attention back to the closet to select a shirt.

I'm so getting made fun of for this, I thought as I searched for a top.I never wore a skirt, but I guess there's a first time for everything.

I quickly found an stylish gold silk shirt that showed a little cleavage but no wing. Dan still didn't know about my wings and I was planning to keep it that way until things get serious; I didn't want him to freak out or anything. But, if he really loved me, why would he care?

If things ever get serious. I thought bitterly. I had a feeling they never would. Fang had been completely over protective lately. It annoyed me to no end.

However, no matter how hard I try, I can't deny that odd sense of pleasure I get every time he glares at Dan, or stays up waiting for me when my date happened to take longer than planned. I smiled, maybe.

I smacked my head. There was no use thinking those thoughts, it would never happen.

I pulled on my skirt and tugged my shirt over my head. I liked the feel of the silk hugging my hips, and the lightness of the material was perfect for the hot summer weather. I threw a quick glance at the mirror and froze. Wow. I actually look decent for a change. With my straight blonde hair and long tan legs I looked like a model. I never would have of done this before.

I was saddened by the thought. Lately, I've been noticing more and more changes in our life. And with each new discovery, it seems I've been sinking more and more into depression. Of course, I try not to show it, but I know that sometimes Fang sees through it, but not nearly as much as he would have before. That was all over now. Everything has seemed to have changed.

We had everything, so why wasn't I happy?

I tore my gaze from the mirror and ran to the kitchen, attempting to wipe away the excess tears. Fang was frowning into the fridge, reminding me that we had to pay a visit to the local grocery store.

He turned when I came running in. His eyes widened and he seemed to be tracing every inch and curve of my body. His gaze finally rested on my now-puffy red eyes and frowned.

"What's up?" he asked seriously, looking me dead in the eye and putting a gentle hand on my shoulder. I shook my head, not quite trusting my voice just yet.

Fang sighed, grabbed my wrist, and led me to the couch. I felt emotionally drained, and not up for a fight, so I reluctantly complied. He put a comforting arm around me as I curled up into him.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. "What happened to us Fang? To the flock?" my voice came out as a soft whisper. A stray tear fell, and I opened my eyes to look at his blurry face and saw confusion in his expression.

"Max, I don't understand. What are you talking about?" he asked. I could see the confusion in his eyes. "Nothing has really changed." I shook my head again.

"No, I mean what happened?" I gestured to the living room with its expensive furnishing and TV set.

I could tell he thought I was crazy. "We moved," he stated bluntly.

I frowned at his lack of sincerity. "No duh." Pushing his arm off me, I got up and sat on the recliner, further away from him.

Neither of us said anything. I could feel his gaze on me, but I wasn't bothered. I was too engrossed in my thoughts.

When was the last time Fang flew? Or Iggy, or Nudge, or Gazzy or Angel? Why haven't they noticed? Why have they so willingly given up one of the best things in our life? The questions seemed too overwhelming.

I felt a tear slip out of my eye, and quickly wiped it away, hating myself for being so weak in front of Fang.

Fang walked over to me, and crouched down to my eye level. He grasped my chin in his large hands and pulled my eyes up to his. Another tear fell and I internally cursed. Why did he always bring out this side of me?

His thumb softly wiped the tear away. Then he hesitantly wrapped his arms around me. I leaned into his embrace.

"Shhh, Max," Fang comforted me, "it's all right." He stroked my hair lightly.

I shook my head violently. "It's not, Fang."

"It's okay Max, its ok." He kept whispering in my ear. He didn't get it, did he?

"No, Fang! It's not ok! I'm not me, I'm not Max!" I cried hysterically. He looked down at me, his eyes darkening, most likely thinking that I was another fake Max. A moment later, they softened.

"Max, you're you. Why are you so worked up about this?" I pulled away.

"I'm sorry Fang."

He shook his head and took me back in his arms. "Max?" he asked, "What do you have to be sorry for?" I looked up at him. His dark eyes bored into mine.

"Fang," I said, choosing my words carefully, "I'm not Max anymore. We're not a flock anymore. It's all gone wrong." He looked confused, and then comprehension showed on his face. His eyes softened.

"Of course you're still Max." He said softly, "You're still our leader and I'm still your second in command, and the one who keeps trying to stop you from killing yourself. Like last week for instance." He smirked and I let out a sad laugh. He was referring to when I almost burned down the kitchen while my unsuccessful attempt in baking.

But that's only part of me, I thought, my smile vanishing. I was still different. Fang doesn't know half of it. Even my relationship with Dan proves it. He's some preppy jock that I normally would've resented. I grimaced and stood up.

"Fang," I said firmly, "you don't get it. You just don't." But Fang wasn't listening. My skirt had ridden up a little and now showed a bit more leg. Fang was staring at my thighs. I waved my hand in front of his face, but he seemed oblivious to all else. I scowled. This was absolutely not the time.

I smoothed my skirt down, turned, and walked away. This seemed to snap him out of his ogling and he caught up easily grabbing my arm, stopping me.

"You have to give me more than that Max. You run to me crying then you walk way saying 'you don't get it?' " He hit a nerve. I whirled around to face him, fury on my face.

"First of all I did not come running to you, you just happened to be in the kitchen at the time. Second of all Fang, look at me!" It was unnecessary to say that for he already got a good stare in. He looked back into my eyes.

"So what? You're wearing something nice for once." I wanted to slap him. I managed to restrain myself, but just barely.

Instead, I ran back into my room past a sleepy Iggy in the hallway and slammed my door shut. I locked it, faintly hearing Iggy say to Fang, "What's the matter with her?" I collapsed on my bed in tears waiting for Dan to come and get me.

I had to change things, and he'd be the first.