Heya. Its Pip here. This is gonna be awesome. So, Summery: Max and Fang have hated each other ever since kindergarten. They fought ever since. Now they're both 16 and even worse. They are forced to spend a whole week together,alone, at the very beginning of the summer. Week in heck,...or heaven? I'm Redoing this cause it had a lot of mistakes.

Disclamier: I don't own Maximum Ride.

((The Charries))

Max's Family

Mom

Max-16

Ella-16

Gazzy-14

Angel-12

Fang's Family

Mrs. Amber

Fang-16

Iggy-16

Nudge-15

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Max P.O.V

I stared guiltily at my feet. Fang sat beside me, doing the very same thing.

" You guys have gone waaay too far." My mom, Dr. Valincene Martinez.

"We mean an explosion, really? And of course, there's the fact that you stole Iggy and Gazzys' 'How to build a bomb book." ,( N/A: Sorry. I had to make up a name.) Fang's mom, added in the scolding. She flipped her jet black hair back. She looked exactly like Fang, only older and a girl. She had long black hair that reached the middle of her back, short bangs that fell over her right eye, and onyx eyes with golden flecks in them. She and my mother were best friends. They'd met each other and gotten close over the years of being called to the school because Fang and I had gotten in a fight, again. This time we really had gone too far. We had built bombs and blown up each others bedrooms. Now we sat in my living room. Covered from head to toe in soot, and ruble of the items thatusedto be in our rooms. Of course teams were already fixing it. We were even aloud to design them our selves, but the punishment was yet to come. I looked back at my mom, who now had her head bent together with Fang's mom's, Ms. Amber. They both nodded and looked back at us. " Alright. We know your punishment. Instead of going to Atlantas, for our annual vacation, you two, will be staying here alone. With each other." Fang and I were staring at her in horror when mom stared to speak.

" When we come back and you have done anything except start getting along, the punishment will be worse. Much worse."

Later when we, Gazzy, Angel, Ella and I.,( We're all brother and sisters) were sitting in my bedroom. I had just told them what our punishment was, me and Fang, that is.

" Shit. You two, alone? You'll blow up the neighborhood." Gazzy, fifteen years old , said, mock horror on his face. I smacked his arm.

" As much as I hate him, I won't blow up the whole block. Just a chunk of it." I joked back.

" But a whole week with Fang?" Angel, thirteen years old, interjected, her face all seriousness. " Max bad things will happen. And besides you won't be able to go down the one huge slide with me, now. What a shame," Angel shook her head, her golden curls bouncing as she did so. Ella just sat there silently, probably thinking about a week with Iggy. She'd had a crush on him since the third grade. Sad, but Ella deserved it. She was beautiful, long brown hair, kind mocha eyes. If a guy hurt her, even Igs, my best friend, I knock him into, no not next week, but nextyear. So I'll tell you about our little Va-ka. Our families, the Martinezs, and the Ambers, got together every year, at the beginning of summer, to go to Atlantas, a week where I could avoid Fang, to spend fun time with Iggy,(!15) Gazzy, Angel, Ella( Oh. I forgot, Ella is sixteen like me.), and Nudge(14). Nudge and Iggy are Fang's adoptive brother and sister.(A/N: Iggy is Not blind. I should probably hit enter now.)

Great. Note sarcasm. Now I don't get to enjoy my friends. Sigh. Oh well. TTYL.

Okay. You like? You hate? Review. I'll post more later. I'm out Peeps!

Fang: Did you seriously just say peeps?

Me: Yes.

Fang: Okaaaaay. Weirdo.

Me: Weird and Dang PROUD.

Iggy: Was up guys.

Me: Woah. Where did you come from?

Fang: Yo Iggy, you got a knife?

Me: Wow Fang. I always knew you were emo.

Fang: It for my melon. And hurtful

Iggy: I feel ofence too. You didn't seriously think I'd give an emo a knife, did you?

Fang: Iggy!

Me: Stop bickering, You know I love you both.* puts arms around Iggy and Fang*

Fang: What ever you say, weirdo.

Me: Again, Pa-roud.