Once upon a time, there was a beautiful maiden by the name of Maximum Ride, who had luscious brown hair and eyes like unbarfed choco –

Oh gosh, not this again, Voice. Forgive the peasant, please, dear reader. Anyways, I'm Max and I'm a junior at Virginia High School. I'm what people call the "unpopular" kid, but I seriously don't give a damn. My life pretty much rocked before I agreed to do a "favour" for my twin sister, Maya, AKA a "popular" kid.

FLASHBACK

Maya and I were watching re-runs of Harry Potter when she suddenly changed the channel.

"Hey! Change it back!" I yelled at her. "Dobby! Don't go!" I shouted at the TV. I know, I'm a sucker for sob stories.

"Who cares about Dobby," said Maya. After I gave her a murderous glare, she muttered, "Okay, except you and your Potterheads."

"Well, anyways, I need you to do me a favour," she continued, looking as sneaky as a snake.

I narrowed my eyes at her. Usually, when there are the words "need" and "favour" in her sentences, it's bad news. "What's the favour going to be?" I asked warily.

"Well, you know how I've been dating Nick Walker for a while now," she said, while I nodded my head. "Yeah, I just ain't feeling the spark between us, you know? I mean, I would break up with him, but he's the most popular kid at school. And he's so cute! Gosh, I'm drooling!"

I nodded my head, not really sure where this conversation is taking us. I resisted the urge to wrestle the remote out of her hands and change the channel back to Harry Potter, the interesting stuff, instead of this lame drama going on with my sister.

"Okay," Maya continued, "And so yesterday, Dylan asked me to go to the Taylor Swift concert with him, because he dumped his girlfriend who was supposed to go with him. I mean, he's pretty cute, and I totally felt the sparks flying between us, but then it's on Friday, which is the date of Nick's family party or something. So, I'm going to go to the concert and you could pretend to be me and go to Nick's lame party!"

"Say what?!" I shouted. I was hardly paying attention, but that caught my attention. "No, no, no," I said, "I won't go around dating your boyfriend! And isn't that cheating, Maya? Just break up with him!"

"Hey, I won't mind! It's okay! He won't find out, anyways!" Maya assured me.

"Well, I would mind!" I scoffed. "That's very wrong, dude! I may not be the one reading those teen magazines, but I'm pretty sure that's not going to be in the recommended section of 'How to Impress Your Boyfriend'!"

"You know how much I wanted to go to a Taylor concert! Please!" she pleaded.

"NO! I won't go for a hundred dollars, fifty dollars, or even a dollar!" I said.

"List a price, then. I know you've been saving for a new guitar," she said sneakily.

My head snapped up. I said, "Woah, now that's a different story! How much are you willing to pay me?"

"I'll give you two hundred dollars," she bribed, with a mischievous smile on her face.

"Okay, it's a deal," I said. Oh man, this was going against everything that I believed in! I'm pretty sure I was going to regret this later on, but who cares! Mama has two hundred dollazz!

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