Author's Note: Heyy everyone! This is my first story on the Maximum Ride fandom, so I apologize in advance if the characters are OOC. I know songfics are so overdone, but they seemed like a nice idea to do!
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride at all.
Enjoy!
I Like It
Dressed in my finest, a semi-clean, almost to the point of ratty, T-shirt and a pair of very faded jeans; I entered the hottest nightclub in Hollywood.
Don't bother asking me the name because only the celebs are allowed in, and I highly doubt that any celeb would read my life story. But if there are any out there, I'm very flattered.
And before you even say anything, yes I am a celebrity. I have been on national television before, so if you do not know that, go read the other books! Why should I even bother writing this stuff down if you guys don't read it?
Anyways, back to the actual story.
Why was I at this club in the first place? On a bet, of course.
Gazzy and Iggy bet me twenty bucks that I would never go to a night club like this music was blaring some fist pumping, dance-type music, and I, Maximum Ride, actual felt like dancing for the first time in my life.
Go go Dj go go go Dj go go go Dj club is on fire
Ya'll Know what time it is, we go set it off tonight, just go set the club on fire, just go
Enrique! Holla at them
Everyone in the club was already fist pumping, so I decided to give it a shot and hey- It wasn't all that hard and/or embarrassing!
The floor flashed tons of different colors: Blue, lime green, red, purple, yellow, and orange. Hey, pretty much any bright, neon-ish color you could think of!
I looked around at the people near me, and I realized that I recognized some of them from the TV! There was Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Scarlett Johansson, and even Robert Downey Jr.!
It was interesting to see how different they looked in reality.
They all had little pimples and their faces weren't as smooth and perfect as they looked. Of course, nowadays they have all the airbrushing systems and what not.
After a few minutes of some hard-core fist pumping, I decided to stop because it was getting kind of boring. At first, I thought this whole night club thing, but my opinion of it was starting to go downhill from there. Girl please excuse me If I'm coming too strong
But tonight is the night We can really let go
My girlfriend is out of town And I'm all alone
Your boyfriend is on vacation And he doesn't have to know
I mean, do you hear this song? Talk about sexist pig, am I right? If you truly love your boyfriend, you wouldn't go out with some other Latino dude without him knowing. That's just disloyal and slutty.
Sorry if I'm being mean, but I would never do that to Fang! I completely and totally love him with every fiber of my being. Of course, we're soul mates, so I can't expect all you people out there to have found yours already.
The whole room was really muggy and almost everyone was sweating. Some people were staggering around, drunk, and others were making out against the wall. There was some serious R rated stuff happening in here.
Some of the celebrities are just sick. I now understand why there are so many scandals in the tabloids.
Silently, I wondered. How did I even get into this club? Weren't there like security guards or something?
I vaguely remembered an image of Angel standing next to the two jumpers by the door smiling sunnily. I shook my head and told myself that I was going to have to deal with her later.
No I won't oh oh, oh oh
No one can do the things I'm gonna wanna to do to you
No I won't oh oh, oh oh
Shout it out, scream it loud Let me hear you go
Even the freaking song is inappropriate for my age group! It's talking about- Wait, I don't want to say that word, what with the younger audiences probably reading this.
The music was turned up higher and my eardrums were about ready to burst. I growled under my breath and stomped over to the DJ who was busy pressing one side of his headphones to his ear with the other side hanging around his neck.
"Could you turn the music down?" I yelled at him, struggling to raise my voice against the loud pounding of the music.
The stupid idiot didn't seem to hear me, but I saw him give me a sideways glance out of the corner of his eye. I looked him up and down.
The guy was wearing a dirty, sweaty black T-shirt and a pair of equally dirty black cargo pants. A pair of ratty old sneakers just barely covered his feet, but ten gold rings wrapped around his fat meat links of fingers.
The DJ then proceeded to turn the music up to an ear-brusting volume. Baby I like it
The way you move on the floor
Baby I like it
Come on and give me some more
Oh yes I like it
Screaming like never before
Baby I like it
I, I, I like it.
I was really getting sick of this song. I mean, couldn't Enrique Iglesias sing a nice, relaxing song that was so quiet you had to turn your stereo up to full volume so you could hear it?
Of course, I had no such luck.
"Didn't you hear me? I said turn the music down!" I shouted, even louder than the last time.
In reply, the DJ turned it up even louder. Party, Karamu, Fiesta, Forever
Girl please excuse me If I'm misbehaving, oh
I'm trying keep my hands off
But you're begging me for more
Round round round
Give a low low low
Let the time time pass
'Cause we're never getting old
I was really starting to get ticked off at this guy. My temper bubbled up inside, me threatening to spill out. I tried my hardest to keep it under control.
Of course, I had no such luck. Again.
"CAN YOU TURN DOWN THE FREAKING MUSIC?" I shrieked, and the music abruptly lowered.
Everyone had turned to stare at yours featherly, and my cheeks were flaming hot.
I took a deep breath and muttered, "Thank you."
Then I turned around and casually strode over to a spot next to a potted plant.
Thankfully, when I turned around, everyone had stopped staring and the music had started back up, this time at a more reasonable volume.
Ah, it was good to have such a short fuse. Things would actually get done from time to time.
No I won't oh oh, oh oh
No one can do it better
Turn around I'll give you more
No I won't oh oh, oh oh
Shout it out, scream it loud Let me hear you go
Note to self: Kill Gazzy and Iggy for making me come here later.
Those guys would so pay for this.
I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and realized that it felt really greasy. A couple had proceeded to make out behind me, tongue and everything, so I inwardly gagged and walked away.
I wouldn't get into that sort of business. Baby I like it
The way you move on the floor
Baby I like it
Come on and give me some more
Oh yes I like it
Screaming like never before
Baby I like it
I, I, I like it.
The floor started bouncing again and I realized that everyone was fist pumping again. Don't their arms get tired? I silently mused to myself.
Finally, the song came to a part which I absolutely ah-dored! Pitbull: Pa'Fuera!
Come DJ that's my DJ, I'm a Miami boy...you know how we play,
I'm playing what you wanna I play..What u give me got me good, Now watch me..It's a different species, get me in DC ,
Let's Party on the White house Lawn, Tiger woods' tired of Jesse James, Here goes Pitbull all night long, Pick up Barack and Michelle and let'em that's it's on,
Dale mamita tirame ese baile!, Dale mamita tirame ese baile!I see you watching me, you see me watchin' you,
I love the way you move I like them dance you do like
Heh, that Pitbull guy was actually pretty good. Not that I liked Latino rap music in the first place. It was just catchy, and I found myself repeating just that in my head for a while.
Maybe this night wouldn't be so bad after all.
Author's Note: I know that that wasn't the whole song, but I didn't really feel like including it all since most songfics have too much song and not enough fic.
I tried to make Max as IC as possible! Please point out any mistakes that you may find. I'm sure that there are some!
Please review. It would mean the world to me! Suggest any songs that you might want on here. I may just use them! :D
By the way, this is going to be a collection of songfics, just like the summary says. The night isn't over for Max yet!
One more thing: Include in your review if you want Fax or not. I'm not really sure if I'm going to include Fang at all…