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Max POV

"Max, sweetie can you do me a favor?" my mom asked.

"Umm….sure?" I say looking up from my laptop "as long as it doesn't take to long I've got to finish my French Essay" I shut my laptop and stood up off my bed. My mom handed me a list.

"Can you run to the grocery store for me, I have to get ready for work. And pick up Ari" My mom is a pretty successful vet. She smiled at me and kissed the top of my head. "Thanks sweetie, and please put on something decent"

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked her and she shook her head.

"You're wearing sweatpants…" I gestured with my hands in a 'so?' motion "… with holes in them." She pointed out I smirked she got me there.

"Alright I'll change." She smiled and shut the door on her way out. I quickly changed into Gray skinny jeans, a black and white stripped top, and a military inspired blazer. With gray boots Ella, my sister-from-another-mister, had given me, and I totally loved. (.)

I skipped down the steps, admittedly I almost fell a couple times, and into the kitchen where my mom was straitening up.

"Better?" I asked her and spun in a little circle. She laughed

"Better." She said and handed me my purse (I know, OMG Maximum ride has a purse? But yes. I do. Nudge helped me pick it out.) I was heading toward the door when my mom called out again "Oh. Wait Max, I almost forgot something." She tossed me a pair of keys. My eyes widened/

"You got me a car!" I yelled happily. I raced to the front door and yanked it open. There sitting in the driveway was a brand new Dark blue convertible Jaguar XK! (A.N to me that's just a bunch of gibberish so I have the link on my profile) I squealed and hugged my mom. "Happy early-eighteenth birthday Max." she said with a smile. "Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou!" I squealed. "Good, now get going. I need the groceries for dinner." I squealed again and raced to the car. -

"Tarragon, what the hell is tarragon?" I asked myself while I looked at rows after rows of spices. I was about to give up and just tell my mom that the store was out when I felt a tug on my sleeve. I looked down and saw the most adorable child. She was wearing rolled up jeans, a t-shirt and a pink cardigan, had mid back length curly blonde hair, and big blue eyes brimming with tears.

"Oh." I said crouching down to her height "Hey sweetie, can I help you?" She nodded her blue eyes shining.

"I can't find my brother." She said sweetly

"Alright I'll help you find him. Mine name is Max what's yours?"

"Angel," it fitted her, "Um...are you related to Ari Martinez?" she asked. I paused, a little freaked out. Then I shook it off. Taking her hand in mine I pushed the cart down the isle. "Yep. He's my brother."

"Cool!" She said much happier "He's in my class"

"Cool. What's your brothers name?" I asked

"Fang" she said and grabbed a packet of cookies of the shelf and handed them to me.

I laughed placing them in the cart. "Thanks." I said. "Your brother has an interesting name"

"Uh-huh" she said absentmindedly chewing on the sleeve of her sweater. Suddenly there was a commotion at the front of the store. I could hear shouts of 'there he is!' and various other phrases and the clicking of cameras. I rolled my eyes, when you live in Hollywood you get used to the paparazzi .Angel lit up, she started pulling me towards the noise. I barely had time to grab my purse before she dragged me down the isle. Damn she was strong!

"Come on, Max!" she yelled. I smiled assuming that, like any other six year old, that she would want to see the star.

"Okay! Okay! I'm coming!" When we got to the front of the store she didn't stop at the edge of the Paparazzi like any normal child would, no, Instead she plowed through them still gripping my hand.

"Angel!" I hissed she ignored me. I listened closer to what everyone was chanting

"Nick! Nick! Over here!" Or (the fangirls), "I LOVE YOUUUUUU!" oh, the ever so popular and 'hot' Nick Ride was here. I couldn't stand him. Angel reached the edge of the paparazzi, did she stop, no. instead she ran straight up to Nick Ride, screaming, and dragging me with her.

"FANG!" Oh. That would explain a lot.