Hey people. I have read some similar fanfics and thought to give it a shot. NO WINGS!
Hey, the name is Max. Call me anything but and risk some broken bones. I live on my own. I have one friend at school. Her name is Ella. She is really sweet. She knows all about why I live on my own (parents died) It's just an apartment just out of town and pretty close to the place where I work. I have a guitar, mic, keyboard, bass, violin, cello, and drum kit there. I love it there. No one outside of the landlord knows about the studio. The apartment is this cute little couple room cottage. It has a kitchen, bathroom, two bedrooms, and living room. That's it. I use the living room for my music equipment and homework room. I pay the rent through the money I make at work.
"Get up you," Jeb starts to trail off. I get up and get dressed. I grab my bag and jump out my window. I run over to my bike. I know, a bike? Good reason. Couldn't pay the rent for the studio if I had a car. I get to school on time and run to my locker. Don't want to be late for English.
"Oh look," crap. Lissa. Queen of the School (and sluts), "It's Max, the tomboy girl who never wears anything fashionable. A tee, denim jacket, and jeans. Tsk, Tsk, Maxie. So unfashionable."
"Don't call me Maxie," I punched her in the gut. I walked to my class. I hate English most out of all my classes. Why? Head jock, Nick "Fang" Williams is in that class. He leaves me alone unless his friends are going after him. I got through class without violent thoughts (wow, that's a first) and walked to Music. I was top student in Music.
"Okay class. Nick Williams is transferring here from Visual Arts. I hope you make him feel welcome," I inwardly groaned. ANOTHER class with that idiot. Why me?
Fang POV
I walked into music and saw that Max girl there. She was kind of pretty. She never wore anything extra special and seemed like one of the sarcastic people. She didn't really have any friends. A loner. I always wondered where she lived. What? I'm not a stalker. I just know where almost everyone in the school lives but her. Maybe I could follow her. Okay, that may be a little stalkerish.
Max POV
I got through the rest of school without issue (thank God). I decided that since I didn't have work I would crash at my studio. I biked there. I love it there. It's small and simple.
I started Skyscraper by Demi Lovato.
Skies are cryingI am watching
Catching teardrops in my hands
Only silence as it's ending, like we never had a chance
Do you have to, make me feel like there is nothing left of me?
[Chorus]
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper!
Like a skyscraper!
As the smoke clears
I awaken, and untangle you from me
Would it make you, feel better to watch me while I bleed?
All my windows, still are broken
But I'm standing on my feet
[Chorus]
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper!
Like a skyscraper!
[Bridge]
Go run, run, runI'm gonna stay right here
Watch you disappear, yeah
Go run, run, run
Yeah it's a long way down
But I am closer to the clouds up here
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like i'm made of glass
Like i'm made of paper,
Ohhh woaah
Go on and try to tear me downI will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper!
Like a skyscraper!
Like a skyscraper!
Like a skyscraper!
I always wanted to sing that to Jeb. I went over to my keyboard and started up Secrets by OneRepublic.
I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that i can confess
Till all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no, I've been on the brink, so
[CHORUS]
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
I'm sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time
Don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm Gonna give all my secrets away
My God, amazing how we got this far
It's like were chasing all those stars
Who's driving shiny big black cars
And everyday I see the news
All the problems that we could solve
And when a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Singing straight to cold
I don't really like my flow, no, so
[CHORUS]
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
I'm sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time
Don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm Gonna give all my secrets away
Got no reason
Got no shame
Got no family
I can blame
Just don't let me disappear
I'ma tell you everything
[CHORUS x2]
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
I'm sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time
Don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm Gonna give all my secrets away
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
I'm sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time
Don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm Gonna give all my secrets away
All my secrets away (x2)
I heard something behind me and turned. I saw none other than the great Nick Williams himself.
Fang POV
I followed Max. What can I say, I'm curious. I have kind of had a crush on her since fifth grade. She went out of town a little ways. I followed her on foot. I didn't take my car that day. It was about six miles before we got there. I followed her to a small little one floor house. She went in and I slipped in behind her. I saw her take a left and I saw she had made what would normally be the living room a little music studio. She picked up her violin and started a song that Lissa had ranted about called Skyscraper. I thought it was beautiful. She walked over to the keyboard and started up another song. I loved this song. It was Secrets by OneRepublic. It applied to me. I had to keep my crush on Max a secret as well as the fact that I lived alone. My mom had died a few years back in a car accident and my dad left to 'find himself.' If anyone found out then it would be straight to a loner for me. And I would go into foster care.
She turned when I adjusted myself. Crap.
"Why are you here," she glared at me.
"I was wondering where you stayed after school," I said.
"Stalker," she said.
"Or curious," I said, "Will you sing again, I liked it."
"Sure, what song?"
"Skyscraper," she raised an eyebrow.
"Demi Lovato? Seriously, you're supposed to be a man," she said.
"Ouch," I feigned hurt, "Lissa says it's terrible, I thought you sang it beautifully."
She flushed a bright red and started playing. She was amazing. I listened intently.
"Why do you like that song?" I asked.
"Let's just say it's a way to keep strong. It keeps me from remembering," she replied. She sounded like she didn't want to talk about it. We talked for awhile and I started playing piano for her.
"The great Fang Williams plays piano?" she said. "Who knew?"
"Shut up Max," I said playfully. I punched her gently. She rolled her eyes.
"Bring it on Scrawny," she said sarcastically. She picked up her violin and started playing an amazing sonata that I thought was by Bach (what I like classical). I went to the piano and played Fur Elise. She started playing Give Your Heart a Break on violin. She was amazing, I'll give her that. I picked up the cello and started playing some Mozart. We continued trying to one-up each other on various instruments. We enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. She then walked to her school bag and took some stuff out. There was her homework, her iPod, and a book that said Music Journal on it.
"Hey, Max, is that a song book?"
"Yeah, feel free to look at it," she said.
"Okay," I looked at the songs and started playing them I really liked them. They were nice. She had some talent. "Do you ever play these in music?"
"No," she said.
"Why not?"
"Because they are personal, the only other person who's ever read that is Ella."
"Martinez?"
"Yeah, she may be popular but she and I are pretty close friends." She seemed to space out for a minute.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said.
"It's getting late, shouldn't your parents be here?" I asked.
"I live alone."
What? She was like me? Woah. "So do I," I said, "would you want to move in with me? I have a small place but it would work."
"I actually have another room here, if your interested," she said, "You would have to pay half the rent."
I couldn't believe what I had offered. AM I THAT STUPID? I barely knew the girl. We had become friends through trying to outstage each other! Why was I asking her to move in with me?
Despite the fact that I felt really akward I said yes.
The next day I had my few possessions in the trunk of my car.
"FANGY!" Lissa yelled, "Are we still on for tonight?"
As much as I hated Lissa I had a dare that I couldn't stay with her another week.
"Sorry babe, something came up, won't be able to make it," she started to pout. It made her look like a dying fish with eyeliner.
I walked to English and saw Max. I waved to her. She smile back. When I got to the apartment later I heard her singing Part of Me by Katy Perry.
Days like this I want to drive away This is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me, no I just wanna throw my phone away Now look at me Throw your bombs and your blows Now look at me, I'm sparkling This is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me, no This is the part of me, no, (away from me)
Pack my bags and watch your shadow fade
You chewed me up and spit me out
Like I was poison in your mouth
You took my light, you drained me down
That was then and this is now
Now look at me
This is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me, no
Throw your sticks and stones
Throw your bombs and your blows
But you're not gonna break my soul
This is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me, no
Find out who is really there for me
You ripped me off, your love was cheap
Was always tearing at the seams
I fell deep and you let me drown
But that was then and this is now
This is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me, no
This is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me, no
Throw your sticks and stones
But you're not gonna break my soul
This is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me, no
A firework, a dancing flame
You won't ever put me out again
I'm glowing, oh woah oh
So you can keep the diamond ring
I never liked them anyway
In fact you can keep everything
Yeah, yeah
Except for me
This is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me, no (away from me)
Throw your sticks and stones
Throw your bombs and your blows
But you're not gonna break my soul
This is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me, no
This is the part of me, me, me, me, me, me, no
Throw your sticks and stones
Throw your bombs and your blows
But you're not gonna break my soul
This is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me, no
"Good job," I said.
She turned. "Hey," she said. I was surprised how fast we were friends. She had hated my guts yesterday and now we talked like brother and sister. There was a knock at the door. Max got it.
"Hey Iggy," she said. What was he doing here?
"Hey Max, is Fang here?"
"Yeah he is," she let him in. He let out a low whistle when he saw the living room.
"This your music studio Max?" he asked.
"Yep," she replied. Iggy looked around.
"You know, my twin brother Gazzy and I know some people who want to form a band. Would you want to be part of it?" The question was directed mostly at me but partly at Max.
"Sure, what positions do you have open?" I respond.
"Well, we need someone for keyboard and a singer," he replied to me. He clearly intended for Max to do keyboard and me singer. No way in *beep*. "Want to try out right here?" he asked.
"Sure," I responded.
Iggy POV
Fang walked over to the keyboard. WAIT! Fang, keyboard? WHAT? He started playing some complicated classical piece and then started playing some modern stuff.
"Okay," I said, "You got the keyboard position. Max, you want to try singing?"
"Sure," she said. She walked over to her violin and started playing a song I had never heard before. Then she started singing
(this is Stop and Stare by OneRepublic)
This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us
It's time to make our move, I'm shakin' off the rust
I've got my heart set on anywhere but here
I'm staring down myself, counting up the years
Steady hands, just take the wheel...
And every glance is killing me
Time to make one last appeal for the life I lead
Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're here not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, can you see what I see
They're tryin' to come back, all my senses push
Untie the weight bags, I never thought I could...
Steady feet, don't fail me now
I'm gonna run till you can't walk
But something pulls my focus out
And I'm standing down...
Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're here not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, You don't need...
What you need, what you need...
Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
And I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be
Oh, do you see what I see...
I was stunned. She looked at me expecting an answer.
"You got a set of lungs girl! You got it," I said. Who knew the school loner was such a great singer. "I'm gonna call the others and invite them over if that's alright?"
Max and Fang looked at each other. They nodded. I voiced the first thing I thought, "Is there something going on?"
"No," Max replied laughing, "Fang just moved in. He needed a place to crash. We both pick up half the rent."
"Oh," I knew that Max lived alone, everyone knows that, but Fang? Oh well. I called the others and they were there after twenty minutes of semi-awkward conversation in which I found out that Fang had lived by himself for years and moved in with Max to make it easier on the both of them. They had become friends when Fang had followed her here and they tried to upstage the other.
"You said you had a keyboard person and singer?" Dylan said right off of the bat.
"Yeah, singer is Max Ride and Fang is doing keyboard," I received skeptical looks from the others. They wanted to here Max sing and Fang play. Fang played again and they said he could do keyboard. Now it was Max's time to shine. She did the same song she did for me and everyone cheered when she was done. There was a knock at the door and Max went to get it.
"WHERE IS MY FANGY YOU LITTLE," Max covered her mouth.
"I have neighbors you know," she said, "And Fang is here with Iggy and the others of the band."
"Like you could be in a band. I bet you can't even play piano."
"I can and if you want I can prove it."
Lissa forced her way in and started attacking Fang. He just pushed her off and broke it off. His week was up anyways. She told Max to prove her musical talent after that.
"Fine," Max went to her violin and started playing Skyscraper by Demi Lovato (yeah, I am a Demi Lovato fan. As well as a Taylor Swift, Coldplay, OneRepublic, Rascall Flatts, The Band Perry, Paramore, and classical fan). That set Lissa off. Not only was Max great, she had sung a song that Lissa hated. She started screeching before we shushed her.
"Okay look, I didn't know you hated that song. I love that song."
"You *deleted*, you are nothing but a boyfriend stealing *deleted*," Lissa said.
"Boyfriend stealing? Fang is just a friend," Max said coolly.
Lissa stormed out of Max and Fang's place and drove off in a fury. We started up practice. Max did well for usually performing solo.
Time Skip: 3 months later
Max POV
"Hey Max," Fang asked. He and I were hanging out doing our homework.
"Yeah," I replied.
"If I were to ask you to go out with me, what would you say?" he asked.
"What do you think?"
"I don't know, that's why I'm asking," he was clueless.
"Yes," I told him.
"In that case, will you go out with me?"
"Sure," I say nonchalantly.
"Sweet," he and I had been friends for three months. We had instantly hit it up and I had fallen in love shortly after. It had been a few months and I couldn't live with out.
Time Skip: 1 year, 3 months, and 25 days (Yes, Fang was counting)
Fang POV
I listened as Max sang Skyscraper, how many times had I heard that song over the past year and a half? She finished up and then I chucked a little black box at her. We had graduated and were attending the community college in town. She looked at it and raised an eyebrow.
"Will you marry me?" I asked. Her eyes widened. She jumped up and hugged me. She kept whispering yes into my ear.
"Are we telling the others?" she asked.
"Yep," I said, popping the p like she always did.
We were married three months later. Max had received a lot of hate mail from Lissa in that period. Oh well. We were happy.
Okay, somewhere in the middle of this I decided to make it a one-shot. I really just make this stuff up as I go.