Maximum Ride: My version
This is a MR chain story. It is after, in a previous story i wrote, they rescue fang after he sends a desperate letter from california. they travel from arizona to rescue him from mr. chu .
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The first thing on my mandatory to-do list morning was whack Dylan on the head. Hard. Not with my arm. With a lamp or something, like Nudge with the IV stand at Dr. God's lab. I remember Fang had a random towel rack from in the bathroom. It was a weak metal that wouldn't permanently hurt Dylan, but it would have to do. I slammed my fists on Fang's door, because he's a hardcore sleeper. Lately, you would, like, have to smash the door down to wake him up. But he immediately opened it today, his scruffy dark hair untangled and actually clean. It was still slightly wet, and Fang was wearing his favorite old leather jacket. He had that inexplicable Fang smell. I had, over the past two weeks, asked him what it was, because I wasn't sure if it was minty or citrusy or both, but he wouldn't tell ANYONE. "'Ssup?" Fang asked. "Why are you knocking on my door like 2012 is coming?" I explained how I needed his towel rack bar. "Ah," he said. "Make sure not to get too much blood on it," I laughed. Then I went to go pound on Dylan's door.
The first thing on my mandatory to-do list morning was whack Dylan on the head. Hard. Not with my arm. With a lamp or something, like Nudge with the IV stand at Dr. God's lab. I remember Fang had a random towel rack from in the bathroom. It was a weak metal that wouldn't permanently hurt Dylan, but it would have to do. I slammed my fists on Fang's door, because he's a hardcore sleeper. Lately, you would, like, have to smash the door down to wake him up. But he immediately opened it today, his scruffy dark hair untangled and actually clean. It was still slightly wet, and Fang was wearing his favorite old leather jacket. He had that inexplicable Fang smell. I had, over the past two weeks, asked him what it was, because I wasn't sure if it was minty or citrusy or both, but he wouldn't tell ANYONE. "'Ssup?" Fang asked. "Why are you knocking on my door like 2012 is coming?" I explained how I needed his towel rack bar. "Ah," he said. "Make sure not to get too much blood on it," I laughed. Then I went to go pound on Dylan's door.
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