Who Wants To Date My Sister?
Hey everyone!
So, this is the winner of the poll I had up and what I had originally been planning. I'm sorry that it took so long to get this started, I am also working on a story in Naruto (an anime) and I had to plan a plot for this one too. I hope you all like it!
I got the idea of this story when I saw the preview for '10 Things I Hate About You'. I have never seen the movie before so I'm not sure if my story is similar to the movie or not.
I am clearly not a male named James Patterson, so I do NOT own Maximum Ride. My spelling also sucks, but you can deal with it.
Chapter One~ Loving Family
"You can talk all you want, but my skin is really thick.
I'm the leader of the crowd and my game is really slick.
I'm unstoppable . . . unstoppable . . . unstop-"
A pale hand shot out from the red blankets it had originally been hidden under and pressed the 'Off' button on the alarm clock. The hand then slithered back under the blanket as the girl it was attached too tried to cling to the sleep she had previously been in.
About ten minutes later the door to her bedroom opened just enough for a boy the age of eleven to squeeze in. He had a mop of wild dark brown hair on his head and wide brown eyes. He tiptoed his way to the bed the girl was resting in and reached a tanned hand out to shake her covered shoulder.
"Max, you can't sleep all day you know," he told her. He got no response. His eyes narrowed a bit; if he had to wake up this early, then so did she!
"Max-" The same pale hand suddenly shot out and wrapped itself around the young boy's wrist. His eyes widened. A second pale hand pushed the red blanket back as the other hand pulled the boy under the blankets along with her.
The boy yelped but it was soon changed into laughs and giggles as the pale hands tickled him.
"No, Max! Please! Hahaha! No! Haha! This isn't- Ha- fair!" he managed to get out as he laughed from the torture he was experiencing.
"Not till you say it, Ari," the girl who was no older then eighteen told him. Her brown eyes were full of laughter and a wide smile was on her full lips as she tickled her younger brother.
"Alright, alright! Hahaha! Uncle! I give Max, you over power me!" Ari laughed. The hands danced along his ticklish skin one last time before they retreated.
The two siblings laid together for a few minutes before they kicked the blankets off and got out of bed. Ari left to go to his own room so he could get dressed and ready for the day of school.
Max sighed. She then got out of bed and walked to her closet. She opened the door and pulled out a pair of black jeans and a red camouflaged tank top to throw over her fishnet shirt. She stripped herself of the shorts and tank top she had worn to bed the previous night. She pulled the cloths that she had chosen on and grabbed her brush so she could brush her short brown and blond hair. She grabbed a red gem necklace from the clay jewelry box Ari had made her two years ago for her birthday and put the matching earrings and nose piercing in. She nodded at her reflection and was out of her room in only ten minutes.
She walked down the hallway until she reached the stairs and walked down them. She took a left and walked until she entered the kitchen where her parents were.
Her mother, Dr. Valencia Martinez, and her father, Dr. Jeb Martinez, sat at the table. Valencia was eating some of the breakfast she had made while looking threw her scheduled appointments at the veterinary center she owned. Jeb was sipping on his hot coffee as he spoke on the phone with one of his patients.
Max smiled at them. Her parents have always had a confusing love story. You see, Valencia and Jeb met in collage, they fell in love. A year after they graduated from collage, Valencia was pregnant with their child and the two were living together in a small apartment. No one knows who cheated on whom first, but the two had split up a few months after their daughter was born. Max lived with her father and stayed with her mother during the days Jeb was at work and during the weekends.
It was only a few months after her split with Jeb that Valencia was pregnant again. This time with her future husband's child. Valencia soon became too busy with her new one-year-old daughter, Ella, to spend much time with her two-yea-old toddler Max.
Jeb and Max were very close when she was younger. She loved her father and disliked sharing him with the woman that chased after him. When she was seven, her father and a nice woman had settled down together. She later gave him twin sons named Ari and Aaron, but before her sons were even a year old, she and Aaron had been killed in a car crash that almost took Max and Ari along with them.
Max was ten when her mother came back into the picture. Jeb and Valencia had realized that they never had stopped loving each other and where married seven months after they had became a couple . . . again. Max would have been thrilled, but Mom just HAD to bring that annoying girl, Ella.
In Max's eyes, Ella was a spoiled brat who liked to get attention by crying over every little thing. In Ella's eyes, Max was a rude bully who wouldn't know how to act like a girl even if it killed her. In Ari's own innocent eyes, both of his sisters where very different, but he loved them.
Now, eight years later, the two girls STILL couldn't be in the same room together! Max would do something that Ella couldn't stand, Ella would point it out, Max would give a smart ass remark, Ella would insult her, and who ever else was in the room would have to break them up before it escalated to a fist fight.
"Good morning, Sweet," Valencia said to her eldest daughter sweetly. Max smiled with a nod in return.
Max grabbed a cup from the cabinet and pored herself coffee with cream and sugar and pored Ari some orange juice. She then fixed herself and her brother each a plate full of the breakfast Valencia had made. She loaded Ari's plate with bacon and ham, knowing that her baby brother preferred meat over anything else. Max would sometimes joke and say that he was part dog since he practically tears the meat apart.
At that moment, Ari walked into the kitchen in blue jeans and a white shirt with the words 'Bite Me' written in red. His hair was as untamed as always. Max kissed the top of his head and gave him his breakfast. She then put everything else on her own plate- she knew that Ella was always on diets so she didn't have to worry about her eating more then a protein bar.
Ella walked into the kitchen ten minutes later. She wore a jean skirt that went mid-thigh and a light purple blouse. Her long dark hair was up in a pony tail and she had a fake white flower in it. Her make-up made her hazel eyes seem darker and stood out against her tanned skin. Max hated to admit it- and I mean REALLY hated- but Ella look as beautiful as she always did.
"Hey," Ella cried out from her spot next to the stove. "There's no more breakfast!" Ella looked at Max as if blaming it on Max (even though it kind of is)
Max swallowed her mouthful of eggs. "I thought you were still on one of your diets, Barbie," she told Ella with a smirk. Ella glared at Max for the hated nickname.
"Will sorry if I don't eat everything I see, Mutant," Ella shot back. Max glared at her. Oh, how she hated that nickname.
"Ella, honey, I can whip up a quick pancake or some eggs for you," Valencia offered. Ella smiled at her mother.
Ari and Jeb looked at each other. Another typical morning.
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Ella walked threw the halls with her two closest friends, Lissa and Tess.
"OMG! Ella, is that bag done by who I think it is?" Tess asked as she pointed to the purple and white purse Ella held. Ella didn't bother to hide her smirk. It was about time that they noticed.
"Yes, it is done by Louis Vutton," Ella smiled at them. They gasped.
"When did you get it?" the two seventeen-year-old girls shrieked together.
"Daddy bought it for me a few days ago, he said that he felt like spoiling me," Ella bragged to the two girls. They looked at Ella for a minor second before looking back at the bag like it was a god.
"Nice purse, but you look better," a voice said from behind the three friends. The girls' heads whipped around. Their eyes widened as they saw one of the coolest guys in school-Iggy Griffin.
Iggy had short pale blond hair that seemed to be white in some lights. He had pale blue eyes. When he was about six, he got into a really bad accident that left him blind in his left eye and his right eye unable to see certain colors. He was tall and had pale skin. It's said that he is an amazing cook and a rumor has been going around that he knows how to make bombs out of almost everything.
"I-Iggy, hi!" Ella said. She blushed a light pink. 'Dear Lord, don't have me make a fool of myself in front of Iggy!' Ella silently prayed.
"Hey, Ella, can I talk to you for a second?" Iggy asked her. Ella nodded her head quickly, and then shot a glare to Lissa and Tess, silently telling them to leave- which they did.
"So, what did you want to talk about Iggy?" Ella asked him. Iggy gave her his signature smiled.
"You know how prom will happen in a few weeks?" Iggy asked her. Ella nodded her head. Of course she did! She is Ella and if there is any social event happening, she knows about it.
"Will, I was wondering if you would be going to it," Iggy told her.
Ella almost screamed with joy. She knew what he was getting at.
"Are you asking me out?" Ella asked him. She wore a mix between a smile and a smirk on her face.
"Yeah, pretty much." Iggy rubbed the back of his neck. That worked out way easier then he expected.
Ella was just about ready to dance for joy. She suddenly remembered something though- The reason why most boys where afraid to ask her out (Max and Jeb), and the people who never allowed her to date (Dad and Mom).
Oh Shit.
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Max sat in the principals office. She had gotten into trouble for back talking to her bitchy teacher . . . again.
Marian Janssen sat at her desk. It was creepy how similar she looked to Max. Some people thought that they were related.
"Maximum," she started out. "This is the fifth time this week that you've been in my office."
"Yeah, so?" Max asked her.
"It's Wednesday, Max," Marian told her.
"And?"
Marian sighed. Max just had to be difficult.
"Maximum, I don't understand why you have to make my job so difficult. You are a smart girl; you have some of the best grades in your year. Your graduating this year and leaving for collage, so why do you insist on getting into three fights a day?" Marian asked.
"I can't help it if the girl was annoying me, Marian," Max told her with a shrug.
"Principal Marian, Maximum," Marian corrected her.
"Whatever, Marian." Marian sighed.
"Max, I know you better then I know any other student here, and I know that you don't socialize well with people your age- it will be very difficult for you to become a doctor if you keep up with that. I want you to go out there and meet people, gain some friends, join a club, join one of the sports teems, do some volunteer work, anything!"
"There is no way that I would ever join the clubs around here, the only options are chest, cheerleading, or the math club, I don't really have time for sports or volunteer work, and I DO have friends," Max told her with a sour note in her voice.
"Who?" Marian asked her. She honestly did want to know who the brunet/blond was socializing with these days.
"Maya and Nudge," Max told her. Max wasn't looking at Marian anymore, she was looking at the framed picture of Maya Janssen, the only daughter of Marian and Max's exact look alike.
Marian sighed. Her daughter had gone to live with her ex-husband after their divorce nearly three years ago and Nudge's adopted parents had decided to leave the small town four years ago. The three girls had been extremely close to each other and she knew that her daughter still missed Max.
Maya and Max looked as if they were twins who were separated at birth. As said before, Marian could pass as Max's mother, and so Maya and Max naturally looked alike. The two girls had the same brown hair that had natural blond streaks, but Maya's was darker and had same brown eyes, same pale skin, same height, hell, they even dressed and acted alike.
Marian sighed, there was no helping this rebel girl!
"You can leave now Max," Marian told her. Max was out the door in under three seconds.
Marian leaned back in her chair. It is so stressful being the principal of this school. She was still expecting Fang Venom to come and see her today. She remembers when Maya had a crush on that boy, but she always told her mother that Max and Fang were meant to be. 'What ever happened to them?' Marian wondered to herself.
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An eighteen-year-old boy with jet black hair that brushed against his tanned neck and onyx black eyes that gave away no emotion walked threw the rapidly emptying parking lot of his high school. He wore well fitting black jeans and a tight black shirt that showed every muscle on his well toned chest. Most girls wished that he would take off the black jacket so they could see his strong tanned arms as will.
The fact about the boy being handsome was quiet true. Boys labeled him to be someone who wouldn't hesitate to kill you if you got in his way. Girls tagged him as the bad-boy of their fantasies. The parents of those girls thought of him as a loose bullet that would end up in prison or getting their daughter pregnant. One pair of warm chocolate brown eyes saw him as a stranger to the boy they use to know. His name is Fang Venom (what were his parents thinking?)
Fang ignored the lustful and shy looks that girls were giving him. He was use to it by now. He noticed how hardly any other cars were here now and that all the busses had left before he got to his bike.
The bike was the love of his life. A sleek black, silver, and red Harley that his biological father had given him two years ago as a 'Sorry-I-Abandoned-You-and-Your-Mom-Ten-Years-Ago' gift. Fang had taken the Harley, but he sure as hell didn't forgive the man- his mother sold the diamond earrings he gave her and his step-father had given him a nice black eye.
Fang started his bike, the soft purr of the engine filling his ears. He drove out of the semi-empty parking lot and drove into the street. The streets of the town where mostly empty- not many kids from his high school walked home after all- and Fang enjoyed the feeling of the wind on his face and kept the bike at a slow pace. He knew that he should have put a helmet on- his mother would kill him when she found out- but he would miss the feeling of the wind as it rushed past him.
Fang saw a girl walking along the sidewalk. For some reason, he found that he didn't want to look away from her- that he couldn't look away. He saw that she had pale skin, short hair, and was tall from a brief look of her back, but he had to twist his neck around so he could see her face. When he DID see her face, he nearly lost his balance on his bike.
The girl is actually really pretty. He wasn't going to call her beautiful, but she is really attractive. She had full lips and high cheek bones along with a sharp nose and nice eyes that looked like melted chocolate. Yes, the girl is very pretty.
She is also the same girl that he played with when he was six, who was his first kiss when he was nine, and who was his best friend for ten years. Max was still a tomboy-he doubted that that fact would ever changed- but she was dame good looking!
Fang mentally shook his head and looked away from Max. He put more speed onto his bike and was soon out of Max's sight. He didn't even want to think about Max. He didn't want to wonder what changed between them, he didn't want to question why he stopped talking to her, and he really didn't want to think about how attractive she had gotten in the past two years.
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