While I love both Maximum Ride and Mortal Instruments I own neither. Sad, but true.
We were back in New York, surrounded by people freakier than us. Other than my mom's house in Arizona, this place was probably the closest we would get to home. And right now home meant a jam packed subway with tons of other stinky, sweaty, weird people. Naturally, Fang, Iggy and I were fighting claustrophobia and were all a little on edge. The younger kids just looked around in curiosity. I was standing up holding onto the rail when I felt the person next to me shove into me violently. Being the fact that I was on edge from the cramped space, not to mention the fact that I was already PMS'ing a little I narrowed my eyes and looked next to me. The person who shoved into me reached my shoulders, with flaming red hair and freckles. "Watch it, Ginger." I mouthed. I noticed the guy she was talking to also. He looked like a painting of angels that we'd seen in a museum that day, with gorgeous golden curls and a breathtaking smirk. Only one other person I knew had smirk like that and I felt him making his way next to me, sensing trouble. "Watch yourself. You never know who you're bumping into." She said with a sneer. "Would you like to find out?" I offered, my fists itching for a good fight. "Max…" Fang whispered behind me. Of course, he was staring at the girl. A red head. He would. "Please, excuse my sister. She's a little wound up today." Cherub boy interrupted. "That's okay. I am too. You seem nice enough, I won't even maker her apologize." I offered with a smile. "You won't MAKE me do anything." The red head, inched towards me. "Clary, really, this isn't the time or the place." Angel Boy whispered. "It's as good as a time or place as any." I offered, willing to take on the challenge. "I disagree. An inflatable pool filled with Jello and white t-shirts is a much more ideal situation." Iggy offered behind me. "I like your style." Angel Boy piped up. "Iggy." He answered, extending his hand for Angel Boy to shake. "Jace. This is Clary. And who are you, beautiful?" He asked, taking my hand and kissing it like some Prince Charming from a fairy tale. "I'm…Max." I answered, stuttering a little. Wow, he was gorgeous. I saw the Wanna Be Red Haired Wonder get a little redder. Fang inched closer to me from behind. "Well, Max, I would love to take you to dinner and show you around town." Jace offered. "She's busy." Fang answered for me from behind. "So are you." Clary sneered at Jace. "It doesn't seem that Max thought she was busy, emo boy. What business is it of yours?" Jace asked, stepping forward. "Lay off, Abercrombie." Fang answered. "Max?" Jace asked. "Max?" I heard my name again but it wasn't Jace this time. Fang. "Max?" Again. "Max!" Loud enough this time that I shook my head. "This is our stop." Fang said, gesturing towards the door. "Oh yeah. Sorry." I made my way off of the train and stepped onto the platform, waking up from one weird daydream. As the train sped off, I saw a boy with gorgeous blond curls give me a wink, while his red headed sister looked on in anger. New York sure is a strange place.