So I'm staring one more story.
So I have three stories going.
Great, right? :D
Yup. This one is all human. Yay.
Mini-rant: Ohkay! What the heck is with the people who have already read FANG?! I want to read it! AND THEY'RE SPOILING IT! SERIOUSLY! Okay, they're lucky they got to read it! BUT REALLY! THEY'RE RUINING THE WHOLE THING FOR ME! WHAT THE FRUIT?!?!?! IT IS NOT FAIR. No one ruined it for THEM. I mean, the summaries for new fanfics set after FANG. WHAT THE HECKKKKKKKKKK?! I don't care about the ending that is posted, 'cause I choose to NOT read it, but reading summaries, it's not my fault! I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOO ANNOYED RIGHT NOW!
Humph.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
I stood up, slamming my fist down on my alarm clock. Shut up, I thought towards the clock as I hit it again. It stopped. Cool.
"Max!" My mom called from down stairs. "Get up!"
"I am, mom," I told her from my room. I dragged my feet over to my closet, reaching in and grabbing the first pair of jeans I touched. Black skinny jeans. Fine by me. I reached back in, grabbing my dark red shirt, and then my converse.
Undressing from the sweatpants and tank top I wore to bed, I threw on the clothes I had taken out of my closet. I ran to the bathroom, brushing through my hair with my brush. My brown and blonde hair was pretty straight, but there were still a few waves. Ah well. I stuck my toothbrush under the running water, putting some toothpaste on the bristles, and began to brush my teeth. After three minutes, I spat out the extra tooth paste and rinsed my mouth with water.
When I was done in the bathroom I skipped down the stairs, running into the kitchen. "Hey mom," I smiled. "Hey, El."
"Max!" Ella smiled, running over to hug me. I hadn't seen her in the past forty-eight hours since summer was coming to an end. Last night she had spent the night over Nudge's house, and the day before I was babysitting the kids across the street, Gazzy and Angel. Nudge was my sister's age, twelve. Gazzy was nine years old, and Angel was seven years old. They didn't really need a baby sitter, but I always went over when they were home alone because they were so sweet.
Nudge's real name was Monique Holder, and Gazzy's real name was Ryan Johnson. Angel was Angel Johnson, and Iggy, my best friend, was really named James Griffiths. Don't ask where we got our nicknames.
I was Maximum Ride Martinez, daughter of Valencia Martinez, the best vet around. My younger sister was Ella Elisabeth Martinez, and we were pretty much best friends.
Today my mom had invited our new neighbors over. The Kennedys'. They had a son who was my age, fifteen, and he was an only child. I wasn't sure what he looked like, even though I'd seen his parents a few times. I'd never seen him.
It was nine fourteen, now, and they were coming over at noon. "Mom…" I moaned. "Why'd you make me get up three hours early?"
"Max, school starts in four days. Do you really want to sleep in until one until the first day of sophomore year and be late?" She had a point…
"Ugh, whatever." I mumbled, and grabbed a piece of bacon. "So, do you know anything about this Nick kid?" I asked, curious if we would ever be friends.
My mom shrugged. "No clue. The parents are really nice, but they don't seem like the ones who spoil their kid so they turn out a brat. So, hopefully he's nice."
Ella spoke up then. "I saw him the day they moved in!" She told me. "He is hot!"
Great to know. The person I'll be meeting today already has a fan club forming in this household. "Great, Ella. Just try not to fall all over him when he comes, 'kay?"
"Yeah, yeah," she muttered, shoving a piece of egg in her mouth.
We finished eating breakfast, taking us to ten-oh-four in the am. "Two hours left…" I muttered, pushing away from the table. "Imma go call Ig," I told my mom and sister, grabbing the phone while I headed up to my room.
I dialed his number while I climbed the stairs, and he answered on the second ring. "Yo," he said in his trademark 'yeah?' voice.
"Hey, Igs." I said after walking through the door to my room.
"Max!" He said, probably smiling. No, my best friend did not like me. We had just been best friends for seven years and I just hadn't talked to him since we went to the movies with JJ a few days ago. "About time you called!"
"Sorry," I laughed. "Neighbors are coming today," I muttered and he laughed.
"Come on," Iggy chuckled. "Can't be that bad."
"Oh, I never said it would be bad," I told him. "But that Nick kid is apparently 'hot' according to El. I just hope he's not stuck up. Most guys she thinks are hot are dumb fish." Dumb fish were what me, Iggy, and the rest of us called dumb … 'butts'. I hated swearing, but if you put the words together it was like dum bass. Bass is a fish. So I came up with that. It's an easy way out.
"Aww, so El doesn't think I'm 'hot'?" He joked, but I knew he was curious. He hadn't been so keen on hiding the face he liked her.
"She does. You're Exhibit A."
"Hey!" He shouted and I laughed. "Wait, so Ella seriously thinks that?"
"Maybe," I answered, knowing it would drive him crazy. "I don't know."
He snorted. "Oh, really, Max. You and Ella tell each other everything. You know the answer."
He was right; me, my sister, and my mom told each other everything. There were no secrets at all in our house, and that may have been caused by the lack of fathers in our home.
"Yes, I do, and I told you it."
"Wait, so it's a yes?"
"Figure it out," I told him, and he hissed. "Now, back to me. How am I supposed to survive? Nick… I swear it'll be my luck to have a fish living next door to me. Worse thing is, his room is right on the side. His window is by my window." I admitted.
"If you've never seen him, how do you know?" Iggy asked, confused.
"Uhm, because I can see his room?"
"No, I mean, just because you can see a room doesn't mean it's his. Unless you've seen him in it. And you've never seen him, so you haven't seen him in his room, meaning you don't know if that's his room."
Uh… Whaaaa?
"Iggy? You hurt my brain," I frowned, but soon realized what he said. "Okay, there is a bed in there, a twin sized bed, a TV, a dresser, and it's a dark color." I told him, observing the room as I spoke. "I don't think it's his parents'."
"I guess that makes sense," Iggy agreed after a long moment. "So when are they coming over?"
"Noon. So… In an hour and fifteen minutes." Wow. We were talking for that long?
"Ah," He sighed. "Shall we waste some time in a three-way?"
I nodded, then remembered he couldn't see me through the phone. "Yeah. Lemme call her, be right back," I told him, then hit 'flash' and dialed JJ's number.
"'Ello?" JJ's mom answered.
"Hey," I answered back. "Is JJ there?" I asked, and she said yeah. "Can I talk to her?"
"Sure, sweetie." Her mom answered, and then called her daughter. JJ picked up the phone from the computer room and yelled back to her mom that she had the phone.
"Hey, Max!" I heard her voice as her mom hung up the other phone.
"Three-way," I warned her, and then connected the lines.
"Hey, Igs."
"Hey, J."
"Fine, don't say hi to Max," I muttered, and they both said 'Hey Max,' at the same time.
"Hi." I laughed.
"So, aren't the new neighbors coming over today, Max?" JJ asked.
"Yup," I muttered, popping the 'p'.
"Why do you sound so pissed?"
"El thinks he's 'hot', and those guys usually turn out to be fish."
"Yeah," she agreed and I heard her murmur in sympathy.
We talked about other stuff. Mainly about how school was going to be. We had two classes where all three of us were together, and I had one with only JJ, and none with only Iggy. I didn't count lunch as a class, but we had it together, too.
Soon enough, it was five 'til noon. "Crap, gotta go." I muttered, and the both wished me luck.
"Call when they're gone," JJ told me, and Iggy piped up with a 'me too'.
"'Kay," I agreed, then hung up.
"Max!" My mom called as I was running down the steps.
"I know, I know!" I yelled back, taking two steps at a time.
I hung the phone up on the hook and turned to look at Ella and my mom, who were both setting the table. "Igs and JJ say hey," I told them, even though they really didn't. Next time I would tell them Ella and mom said hey, and they'd tell me to tell them they said hi back, but I wouldn't need to. Smart strategy, eh?
Just then the door bell rang, and my mom looked at me. "Uhm, could you get it?" She asked me in a 'what the fruit?' voice. I sighed as I ran away from the kitchen to the tan front door.
I pulled it open as my day officially began.
Whoop-dee-doo.
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