Fang POV
I wake up to a snoring blonde sleeping in my bed. That's the last time I let Iggy take me to a club at two in the morning.
Excuse my behavior. I'm Nicholas Walker, but call me Fang. My best friend's name is James Griffiths. He is kind of a pyro. We call him Iggy which is short for Igneous. I feel like I'm forgetting something. Oh yeah, I'm an international pop-star. How could I let that slip my mind? Who knows?
Anyway, right now I'm in this small town in the middle of Arizona. I'm not sure why, usually I do concerts in big cities, but once in awhile I do concerts in towns like this. It's like 3 in the afternoon and I have like 6 hours until the concert. What to do, what to do? I know, bug Iggy. And let me tell you, that's not an easy job to accomplish. Usually he is the one that bugs you.
The thing is, not only is he a pyromaniac, he's kind of a pervert as well. Let's see how this goes.
I walk into the living room, and Iggy is watching some kids show while drinking a green monster.( I prefer blue). Sometimes I wonder if he should still be in the Second Grade.
Max POV
Here I am, sitting on my couch at three in the afternoon on a Saturday with nothing better to do then listen to my best friend rant on about shoes. Ugh.
I'm Maximum Ride, but call me Max. Anything else and you'll wake up in the hospital with a concussion and your front teeth knocked out. OK. Anyway, I'm being forced to go to a Nick Walker concert. Yippee. NOT! He's hot and I'm not going to deny that, but he has that cocky thing going on, and I don't like that. And even though he has a nice voice, his songs are terrible.
Ella, my sister and Nudge, my best friend are making me go. And if that's not enough, they are insisting on dressing me up for the occasion. Seriously, what's wrongs with black skinny jean; a red tank top; my leather jacket and my red high tops. I really hate them. Grrrrrrrrrr.