Hey people. This is my first fanfiction.

I am pretty excited to write this one because I like writing stories about when a girl and a guy meet for the first time.

They're first friends and then their affection starts to grow.

One of them has a huge secret and can't tell the other and it ends up breaking them apart…it's pretty much the usual.

If you are tired of those kind of stories then I advise you to not read this story. Of course, it would make me happy if you did…so scratch that! READ THE STORY!!!

Anyways I'm hoping to go far with this.

Disclaimer: I do not own MR. I'm not awesome enough. =P but wouldn't it be so awesome if I did? Anyways...here it is!

Chapter 1

Max's POV

I stared out the window with a loud sigh. Today was the day I was moving to California. Don't mistake me; I'm pretty psyched to go to California, because I was pretty tired of cold, slushy Canada.

I was just going to miss my friends, my boyfriend, my school, and kinda sorta Jeb…okay not really. A few days ago, my parents got into a fight for the…um…let's see…the millionth time this month.

I closed my eyes and sighed as I thought about that day…

"Bye, Max," Sam whispered to me and smiled.

"Bye, Sam. Thanks for today," I told him, looking down.

"Anything for my girl," he replied with a grin.

I blushed and then giggled which was very unlike me. Sam reached over and stroked my face. Man what this boy can do to me! I stared into his eyes, mesmerized by the intensity of them.

He leaned closer to me, slowly. Our lips finally met, and I gasped. His hands snaked around my waist and stroked my back.

He stuck his hand underneath my red spaghetti top and stroked at my soft, warm skin. I shuddered as his cold fingers lingered over my skin, tracing small circles in my back.

My hands traveled up his stomach to his shoulders and then wrapped around his neck. I grabbed a fistful of his hair in my hands and tilted my head, deepening the kiss.

Suddenly, there was a yell and a loud crash. I immediately jumped, pulling away from Sam. He was frowning.

"Again?" he asked me. I looked at him sadly and nodded.

"You're parents seriously need to work out their issues," he told me but then added before I could say anything, "No offense, babe." I smiled.

"None taken. It's just…they've been fighting like that for ten months over stupid, little things like why my dad didn't go get milk or why he forgot his cellphone at home when he went to work, why he is always locked up in his study, and all other crap. But I think they're hiding something from me! Before mom married Jeb, she was so carefree and not crazy but after, she…she's really different. Jeb's an alright guy when it comes to his children, but I still don't think I like him!" I exclaimed angrily.

Sam smiled sympathetically and stroked my cheek again.

"It'll be okay. I promise," he whispered, his warm, comforting breath whirling in front of my face.

Unlike other guys, he wasn't a sexist pig and he didn't try to get all "ready" for a kiss if you know what I mean. He was just perfect and that was why I loved him so much.

"I hope," I replied.

"Don't worry. You've got me. I'll always be there for you… I love you, Max," he told me after a moment's hesitation.

I leaned into him and he wrapped his arms around my waist. Wow. He loved me. My cheeks burned up, and the inside of my brain was warm and fuzzy.

My heart felt like melted butter and I felt content and happy.

My chin rested on his shoulder and I whispered back, "I love you too."

I pulled away. He pushed a stray piece of my silky, straight blonde streaked brown hair away from my eyes, winked, and then pecked my cheek before sneaking into the night.

I stood staring at the darkness till I heard the sound of a door closing and an engine whizzing up. The headlights blared onto me and I squinted as Sam waved at me before driving off.

Sam.

What a perfect boyfriend.

I sighed, contently, and walked to the door. I stuck the key in and opened it. I could hear Mom and Jeb yelling about something stupid again. I didn't bother to listen; their voices were kind of muffled anyways.

I walked into the kitchen and saw Angel sitting on a stool, with a piece of paper on the center table. She had her huge crayon box next to her, and she was furiously scribbling on the piece of paper.

Her eyebrows were pulled together in concentration and she was biting her lip lightly. It was such an adorable sight!

I smiled and walked over to her, dropping my empty purse (it was just a prop, given to me by Nudge and Ella.)

"Hey, Angel," I told her.

She looked up and grinned her beautiful, adorable…well angelic smile. I couldn't help but grin back.

"MAX!" she sang, jumping off the chair carefully and throwing herself into my arms.

"Hey there, honey," I replied with a small laugh.

I hugged the skinny angel to my heart, feeling her small pudgy hands wrap around my neck in a death-lock but I didn't mind. It was actually comforting. I pressed my face into her golden, bouncy curls.

She pulled away and looked at me. Her bright blue eyes showed excitement and her crazily pale face looked both adorable and wise at the same time. I could vaguely hear mom and dad fighting on the third floor.

Yup, my house has three floors. I guess I am kind of rich since my dad is a scientist and works in some company called Itex.

Angel opened her mouth to say something, but jumped when she heard Jeb's loud voice boom, "WHY NOT?"

She looked scared and bit her lip.

I hugged her closer and set her on the counter.

"Max, they're fighting again," she complained sadly.

"I know, honey. It's okay. Whatever they say, they just don't mean it. Alright, sweetie?" I asked her.

"Max, they hate each other," she whispered to me, a tear dripping down her cheek.

I quickly wiped it away and smiled at her. You didn't have to be a genius to know that… why they are together I have no idea.

"No they don't. They're just trying to make sure that their family can have the best life as possible. They just argue for our good," I told her. "Do you want a cookie?"

I sauntered to the cookie jar and pulled out a chocolate chip cookie. It was my favorite. I bit into it, but immediately spat it out. Gross. When had that thing expired?

I opened the jar and stared into it, and immediately a repulsive smell wafted into my nose. Ugh. I dumped the cookies in the trash, my face grossed out.

Angel was giggling, covering her mouth, and hiccupping. I glared at her and she laughed again.

"When was the last time mom made her cookies?" I asked her.

Yup, that was my mom. Whenever she fought with my dad, she became more irresponsible…if that's even possible at this stage. I frowned.

I missed those days, years ago, when my mom always used to make her amazing chocolate chip cookies. I sighed.

"A while. I knew those cookies were yucky. That's why I never ate them," she told me matter-of-factly as she hopped down and sat back down at the center table to finish coloring her paper.

"You didn't tell me," I told her while walking to the fruit basket and picking out an apple.

I quickly rinsed it before crunching into it. Mmm…it wasn't as good as a cookie, but it'll do.

"I know," she replied with a bright smile. I rolled my eyes and decided to drop it.

"What are you drawing?" I asked her, reaching over to pick it up. She jumped off her chair, clutching the paper to her heart like it was her baby.

"Don't touch it, Max!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, okay. I'm sorry."

She made it so obvious whenever she was drawing a picture for me. They were all so adorable; consisting of me, Angel, Nudge, and Ella.

Ella was one of my girly, fashionable, but fun and nice to be around sisters. Nudge was my fashionable motor mouth sister. Yup, that was the best thing to call her.

Whenever she talked and wouldn't stop, we called her the Nudge Channel. My thoughts were interrupted when the backdoor opened and Nudge came in, draped in a pink and white striped towel.

Her usually curly brown hair was dripping wet and was wavy. She was wearing a baby blue tankini with sparkly pink flowers across the front. Speak…uh or think of the devil and the devil shall appear.

Ella walked in after her, wearing a black bikini with white polka dots. Her towel was just a plain baby blue. Her pearly white flip-flops were muddy, and her rich brown hair was drenched.

She was shivering, her teeth chattering but her eyes shone when she saw my expression. She knew me so well.

"Hey, Max. How was your date? Did you and Sam kiss again? Did he tell you that he loved you…that he wanted to spend his whole life with you? ZOMG that would've been awesome! I can't wait till your wedding! You guys are like totally perfect for each other. Me, Angel, and Ella can be like your flowergirls! And then I can design your whole wedding! ZOMG I seriously can't wait! You know? I think the perfect color would be like a mau—" I clamped my hand over her mouth and glared at her, groaning internally.

"Shut it, Nudge. I'm not going to marry Sam," I spat at her. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"That's what they all say," she muttered.

Ella and Nudge giggled while Angel looked confused.

"What?" I exclaimed.

Suddenly, our parents came crashing down the stairs. Jeb looked angry. Mom's cheek was flaming red. Our heads whipped around and we stared at them in shock. Our jaws dropped. Jeb hit mom.

I noticed his handprint on her pale cheek and was astonished. I never thought they would do something like that. I mean, I knew that they always fought, but they never hurt each other physically.

I closed my mouth, but Angel, Nudge, and Ella were still gaping.

Angel looked scared and she cowered into my side. I wrapped my hand around her shoulder protectively. My mom looked both sad and mad. Her mousy brown hair was frizzy and messy.

Her dark brown eyes were sad and they weren't twinkling as usual. Her left cheek was bright red and her shirt and pant was wrinkled. Dad was pretty much the same.

They both looked depressed with bags underneath their blood-red eyes.

"It has been decided. Your father and I are getting a divorce," my mom told us calmly.

Those last eight words didn't make sense. I just stared at them, shocked. I swayed, but grabbed the edge of the counter. Angel, my darling five year old sister, was confused.

She just stared at them with a frown, head cocked. Nudge, being twelve, was crying. Ella broke down into tears, like that sensitive 14 year old girl she is.

I, being a strong and indestructible 14 year old, just stared at Mom and Jeb in complete shock. That last sentence changed my whole entire life.

The next day, we said bye to Jeb. Mom was in the van, trying to calm herself down. All of our suitcases were in there, taking up most of the van.

Even Sam and my best friend Amy had volunteered to come with us. They were ditching school just to say bye to me.

How sweet was that? The rest of my buddies had thrown a party for me and Ella earlier and I had already said goodbye to them. I had two large suitcases reserved just for the gifts that all my friends gave me.

I was angry at Jeb; how dare he hit my own mom? What was he doing with her all those years; they obviously hated being together! Also, didn't I have a say in leaving? I freaking LOVED Sam!

Didn't anybody care about my happiness? I needed Sam to live. I couldn't leave him. I controlled the stinging tears that threatened to fall.

Some of the anger melted away when Jeb gave me a pair of keys and just told me that there would be a present waiting for me at my new house.

Even though I was fourteen, he gave me a car. I didn't ask…he just liked to spend money like crazy. How he sent a car all the way to a different country, I do not know…actually, I did.

He is pretty rich and well known anyways.

After saying goodbye, Nudge, Angel, Ella and I made our way to the van. I sat in the very last row with Sam and Amy.

Nudge and Angel sat in the middle and Ella sat in the front. Sam was holding my hand, stroking it gently and Amy was crying and ranting about how we met and how much she was going to miss me.

I bit my lip from crying. When we got the airport and all the suitcases were being checked in, Sam and Amy had to go.

Amy hugged me tightly and I held on to her like a life preserver. She was the best friend I have ever had and she was leaving me… scratch that…I was leaving her.

Sam crushed me to him and kissed me for two minutes and twenty three seconds.

Yes, I know it was pathetic... to count how long our last kiss was…but I loved him. Amy, Nudge, Ella, and Angel let out an "awww" and mom just looked away in pain.

Tears leaked down my cheeks and Amy and Sam hugged me again before saying bye. Then Sam had slipped a rose into my hand and a small silver package.

"I'll miss you. Love you. Always will. Keep in touch," he murmured.

He pressed his body to mine and bent down to place his lips onto my forehead. He smirked, wiped a tear off of my cheek, kissed it, and waved. My brain shorted out as I watched them.

Each step was painful; it was like everytime I moved farther away from them I was being stabbed in the heart. My throat clogged up and as soon as they disappeared from sight, I began choking with tears.

Stupid tears. I never cry. I shouldn't start now. My whole family looked up at me in surprise and they all hugged me. I had just left half of my heart behind.

Now, I was in the plane, staring out of the window, holding onto the rose and twirling it in my hand. I was wearing the necklace that Sam had given to me in the package.

It was a heart locket. Inside was a picture of me and Sam. We looked happy and unaware that I would soon be leaving. On the front, engraved in an elegant cursive, was Max and Sam.

I smiled, fiddling around with it. I looked around the plane. My mom was sitting with Angel and Ella. Ella was at the very edge, close to Nudge. Nudge, unfortunately, was next to me.

She wouldn't shut the heck up. A few times, I would glare at her and she would be silent…for a second…before piping up again.

I was reading my book, but then slammed it down when I couldn't even understand anything I was reading because of Nudge. Also, the thought of my friends made it hard to think.

I pulled my iPod out of my bag and stuffed the headphones into my ear. I pressed play, leaned back on the seat, and closed my eyes. I turned it up on full volume and sighed.

Finally I couldn't hear Nudge anymore. I was about to drift asleep when the last voice I ever wanted to hear began to sing.

"Nobody's perfect! I gotta work it! Again and again…" I let out a strangled yell and ripped the headphones out of my ear.

"Hannah Montana? Really?" I exclaimed at Nudge.

She just looked up at me and smiled.

"Of course not, Max. That was for Angel," she told me innocently.

"Ugh…I swear I'll…" I didn't bother to finish my threat.

I turned around and stared grumpily out of the window. I heard Ella and Nudge giggling and chatting across the walkway.

I rolled my eyes. I was now scarred for life. I vowed to delete the song the minute I get into my new house. I sighed.

The puffy clouds surrounded the whole plane and I could barely make out a small patch of blue in the sky. I pressed next. Linkin Park.

Now that was music. I sighed and rested my head back and closed my eyes, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

Okayyy! That's it for now. Please tell me what you thought about it. I have the next couple chapters ready.

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