Sigh…

Me: 'Sup?

Fang: You really do miss being her friend, huh?

Me: Being her best friend, yes… God damn Alicia….

Fang: Ok, get on with it.

Me: On a lighter note, new story! So this comes from T.V. (It does have a use!) It's this local station we have called Maximum Party. I legitimately thought it was Maximum Ride and Nudge getting drunk and partying… but it's just music. Nonetheless, here it is! Also, please note I sped up the ages to make this legal.. Max and Nudge are now 20….. I know, cliché.

Now I'm feeling so dis, like a disclaimer: I own nothing, except for this idea.

"Whoo!" Max screamed, grinning, thrusting her red solo cup into the air. Her sleazy, clingy mini party dress fell down a bit, but she was oblivious. The camera's loved her, and somewhere off her best friend Nudge was probably off doing something similar to her own actions.

This continued on for 3 hours or so, the routine of grinding, drinking, make out sessions, then the interview with the cameramen claiming this one guy was the one.

Not long after the party ended, Max was dry heaving, wondering what had happened to her. She stood in front of the mirror, washing her makeup off. For a moment, with her slutty dress off and hair in a ponytail, instead of her usual matted with you-know-what style, down and below her shoulders, she looked, simply put, like her.

Max's thoughts flickered to Fang, sober and probably in hiding, unlike her. She wondered if he watched her shows, even just an episode.

She didn't know how she got here, like this. It probably all started when the flock split up. She only took Nudge, since as far as she knew, Angel was dead, and Gazzy and Ig, again, chose Fang.

Now they were celebrities, and most of the time, Max was too drunk to remember them.

"Nudge?" she said hesitantly, arriving at Nudge's door. But there were suspicious noises come from the room, so she backed off.

The door to their 6-story mansion flew open, and Max groaned inwardly.

"Max!" yelled a drunk Dylan, slamming the door closed.

"Yeah?" she slurred, descending the first set of stairs.

"I'm hungry!" he called. She knew what that meant.

"Baby, I-I just took a shower!" what Max didn't say, though, was she was tired, and just wanted to sleep.

"Don't deny me. You know what happened last time…"

Max winced, gently touching the red mark on her face. She told everyone she had fallen down the stairs, but only Nudge knew what actually happened.

She sighed and headed back up to the bedroom. She stripped, completely naked, and lay down on the bed, totally exhausted.

Her wings spread, and as Dylan entered the bathroom, she realized she had 5 minutes to escape.

She dressed normally, ready to be Max again.

She steeled herself. Max thrust open the window, taking a deep breath.

Then a hand yanked her wing back, and she felt it slap her across her face.