Okay, I'm a Fax obsessed fan, but inspiration struck me the other night and I HAD to write this.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Something happened to Angel and Gazzy and Nudge(maybe they died, or they found a home with their real parents) and Max Fang and Iggy are living together in a house.

Disclaimer: No, I'm not James Patterson and I don't own Maximum Ride

When Fang didn't kiss me back I felt so stupid, I wished I would disappear.

"Uh, okay. So, I'll go now," I whispered, blushing furiously from embarrassment and started walking out of the room.

"I'm sorry Max." he muttered, but it only made me feel worse.

He felt sorry for me.


I kinda ran away. Opening my window, I escaped to the clear blue sky and tried to clear my mind.

All right, so Fang didn't love me back . . .

But that was okay. I didn't mind.

I mean he didn't have to love me back . . .

Even though I did love him.

Seriously, I didn't give shit about his feelings.

But as I slipped out, I couldn't help hissing, "I hate you, Fang.", even though he couldn't hear me and it wasn't true.


I was heading back when I heard strong, powerful wings following mine.

"Fang?" I called pitifully. Maybe he had come to his senses and realized he did in fact love me back . . . I turned around and found only Iggy.

"Uh, hey Max." He said, catching up to me.

"Hi, Iggy." I didn't want to be rude, but I really wanted to be left a lone right now.

"I heard what happened." He said quietly.

I froze, and hovered in the same spot for a second. I wanted to run away again, because it was even more embarrassing that Iggy had heard everything that had happened.

Or I could talk to him. Iggy was good at listening.

"Are you . . ." he trailed off, not finishing his question.

"I don't know, am I?" I had no clue what we were talking about but I wanted an answer.

"I . . ." he seemed confused, also unsure what we were talking about, " I guess you are."


He sighed, "I guess you're in love with Fang."

I blushed, again, remembering his rejection, "Um."

"But he's not in love with you." It was a statement.

"No, he's not." I resisted from crying, not ready to have Iggy see me break down.

By now we had been loosing altitude and were almost touching the ground. Iggy landed first, sitting down right on the grass, and with a slight hesitation, I sat down next to him. We were silent for a while.

A wave of anger came over me for a second, and I said bitterly, "He never loved me. All those stupid kisses and looks that I fell for. He was just playing with my mind."

I scowled at the landscape, as if it was it's fault Fang didn't love me.

Iggy was silent, but then suddenly blurted, "What if we mess with his mind?"

"What?" I sat, stunned for a second, but mostly confused, 'What do you mean?"

"Maybe . . . don't laugh, but, um, we could pretend to be together, you know, to make him jealous." He mumbled.

"Are you serious?"

"Well, yeah. Don't you want revenge?" He asked simply.

"Yes . . . but if he doesn't like me then why would he be jealous?" I asked stupidly.

"Because. Fang thinks you belong to him. That whenever he wants, he can always count on your love or lust or whatever." He said, just as simply. I felt another wave of anger rise in me as I thought of this.

This was a stupid idea. It would never work. And yet.


*giggles* Of course, you know why Iggy really proposed the idea, don't you?