HI! Just some quick things that you need to know: Max is 16, J.J. is 16, and Fang is 17. I'll tell you when i figure out ages for everyone else. I'm also still trying to decide if it Summer or if they're still in school. So, I'll get back to you on that. Well, you better get reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Max P.O.V.

"You have to let me stay over tonight." I heard J.J. say from the backseat. "Ew, Max, what is this doing in your truck? I swear, this car is so gross!"

"Hey!" I shouted as I drove down the road. "Don't say that! And it's not just a truck! It's my baby!" I heard J.J. chuckle. "And why do you need to stay over tonight?"

"'Cause my dad has been on my case this whole week and I just need to be away from him for a while." I sighed. She and her dad have been problems for a while now.

"Fine. You can stay over tonight. But, you have to bring your own clothes."

"Okay! Let me just call my mom and get her to bring some." I nodded.

Now, you're probably wondering what's going on. Well, I'm Max. Which is the only thing that you'll call me unless you want to be punched in the face. And the wacko I'm talking to is my best friend, J.J. We've been best friends since kinder garden.

I currently live in Arizona. And before you start asking, Where's your father? Let me just tell you that my parents are divorced. I was around 5 when it happened. My life hasn't been the same since. My mom had gotten custody of me, claiming that she could, in her own words, "raise this child far better than that man." I don't exactly understand how that worked out, seeing as I practically raise myself. I get to see my dad every couple of weeks though. It might seem like that's not a lot of time, but hey, at least I get to see him at all.

"Hey Max!" I heard J.J. call out.

I turned my head slightly. "Yeah?"

"I called my mom. She said that she could drop off some stuff." She said. I nodded and pulled into the driveway. We both hopped out of the car and ran inside the house.

"Ah." J.J. sighed happily. "Home sweet home." I snorted.

"You do realize that this isn't your home, right?" I plopped onto the couch as she rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Whatever." I watched as she strolled into my kitchen. She suddenly started cheering.

"What's the matter with you?" I asked when she ran back into the living room.

"You have Double Stuf Oreos!" She screamed and did a little dance.

"And?" She rolled her eyes once more.

"They're the best things on Earth!"

"Oh, don't you mean that chocolate chip cookies are the best things on Earth?" I inquired. She scoffed.

"Puh-lease. Chocolate chip cookies? So lame!" She shouted and began to laugh. I stood up abruptly.

"What did you just say?" I asked in a deadly whisper. I usually don't get so upset over little things like snacks, but you do not mess with chocolate chip cookies. Ever.

"I said," She slammed the box of Double Stuf Oreos on the coffee table. "That chocolate chip cookies are lame."

"Oh, really?"I took a step closer to her. She nodded, looking confident in her answer. "Well then, are chocolate chip cookies lame now?" I grabbed the Oreos box and held it above a trashcan nearby.

"No! Don't do it! Don't hurt my babies!" J.J. shouted as she fell to her knees.

"I won't." Relief showed on her face as I said it. Aww. I'm gonna have to ruin her happy moment. "As long as you say, that chocolate chip cookies are the bomb." She shook her head wildly.

"No!"

"Fine." I smirked and put the box closer to the trashcan.

"Okay, okay! I'll say it!" She screamed. I raised my eyebrows, waiting for those sweet, sweet words. "C-chocol-late chip-p cook-kies are the b-bomb." She stuttered just as the doorbell rang.

"Good job." I said. I threw the box of Oreos at her and she caught it with ease. "I'll get the door. It's probably your mom."

You like it? It took me a while to write it, so i really hope that you guys like it.

What do you like better: Double stuf Oreos or Chocolate chip cookies?

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