A/N: This is basically a whole lot of nothing, but it's late and I'm bored, so I'm writing this so I don't go crazy. TOO LATE! Yeah this is just some stuff that went on while The Flock was at Anne Walker's in Virginia. MUCHO FAXNESS!!!! I was craving some pudding and thought it could make a fairly good, immensely random story. Happy birthday world, this is my gift to you. I don't expect anything in return, aside from you greatly appreciated reviews, but that was implied. And no, the whole story is not about lunch foods in plastic cups, just the beginning. There is plenty more randomness to come. DISCLAIMER! I don't own Max Ride… or jello. *tear*
Max's POV
At lunch one day, I was going to sit by some new friends from my English class, but then I noticed that Fang and Iggy had lunch at the same time because we were all in the same grade. I sat down next to Fang and took a bite of my so called "food". Eww.
"Hey, what happened to your new best friend?" asked Fang. He meant J.J.
"I don't know. Purebred humans are boring," I replied. Yeah, that means you! I looked down at Fang's tray and saw that he had two puddings stacked on it. Iggy had two jellos. I examined my own tray and saw that I had one of each. How's that for a balanced lunch?
"F-Nick, did you take Jeff's pudding and switch it with your jello?" Come on people, pudding is a hot item on the school cafeteria scene.
"What? What would make you think that?" Fang asked, his voice drenched with fake confusion.
"Umm, I don't know, maybe because you have two puddings, and he has two jellos."
"Dude, give me back my pudding. You know, it's not nice to pick on the blind kid," Iggy said, annoyed by Fang's latest attempt to mooch food off of him.
"Jeff, I didn't take your pudding! Look," Fang said picking up the two snot-green jellos on Iggy's tray and holding them up in front of him.
"Pudding, jello," he said gesturing to each of the jello cups.
"No, jello, jello," I chimed in. Jello is a funny word. Jello, jello, jello. It sounds funny if you say it enough. Jello, jello, jello. Heh heh.
"Ha. Very funny, Max. Stop lying to Jeff so he can eat his lunch in peace," Fang lied.
"Seriously! If you don't give him back his pudding soon, neither of you will have time to eat anyway!" I looked at the clock. Lunch was almost over. And would anyone care to explain to me why exactly school people think eleven o'clock in the morning is an appropriate time for lunch? Really, it's mind-boggling.
"You know you suck Max," Fang said in defeat.
"Yep, that's my specialty," I replied sarcastically. Fang angrily switched back the pudding and we finished our lunch quickly before going back to our separate classes.
A/N: YAY! Read on, please. I know it was really short, so I promise to post again soon. Ch. 2 is almost done, I swear. And tell me if you have any other random ideas for me to use! I'll give you credit. And seriously, you do not even know how hard it was to resist the urge to insert an A/N into the story when I used the words 'chimed in' and say "I chimed in with a 'haven't you people ever head of closing the goddamn door?' NO! It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality." Props to Panic! At The Disco. MUCH WOOTNESS!