Chapter 1.

Why did I ever agree to this? Am I stupid? "-get you a new bikini; It'll be sooo much fun Max!" Ella rambles on and on, reminding me of Nudge my old friend from the beach. I take a second and think back to all the things we used to do together….. She was the one upside to going back there.

"Max! Max; hellooo? Were you even paying attention to what I was saying?" Ella asks doubtfully, hands on her hips. I shake my head, "No, not really. Sorry El-" I falter mid-sentence, catching sight of Sam. In the far corner of the restaurant, Sam has his arm around the one, the only…(drum roll please!) Lissa, (A/N Sorry all you Lissa haters, Lissa isn't a slut. She isn't in the books, and she isn't in this story either... Doesn't mean we like her, we still hate her guts.) Ella follows my gaze, and gasps when she sees what I'm looking at. Lissa tosses her bright red hair, giving my Sam a flirtatious smile… WHICH HE RETURNS! Yuck.

"Max… please don't get us kicked out… the food here is really good, and has little calories..." Ella says cautiously. "Don't worry Ells..." I say still watching Sam and Lissa. Sam leans in slowly towards Lissa and kisses her… That's it! I stride over to the dimly lit booth, Ella following me warily.

I clear my throat, trying to get his attention. He breaks apart from Lissa, upset with whoever interrupted there little make-out session. Wow, what a gentleman! Tearing his attention from Lissa, he turns towards me. "Remember me asshole?" I ask enraged, giving him my famous death glare.

"Oh shit!" He mumbles under his breath. Lissa turns towards me, "What's your problem, Ride? Just get over it already! He dumped you for me a long time ago!" I scoff, "Is that what he told you? If I remember correctly, just yesterday Sam and I sat in this very booth out for dinner." I growl, "Isn't that right, sweetie?" Sam looks between the two of us, terrified, "She's lying!" It would've been convincing if his voice hadn't cracked. I shake my head, pitying him, "We're through!" I declare, and turn on my heel, accompanied by a silent Ella. Well, that's a first!

I glance back over my shoulder, just in time to see Sam get a face full of spaghetti. That's what you get bastard! I grin and turn towards Ella, "How 'bout some dinner now?" She looks at me in awe, "I've lost my appetite." I shrug, "So where to then?" Ella grins mischievously, "You'll see…" She says, dragging me out the door. What have I gotten myself in to?

~Ella POV~

The dressing room door creaks open to reveal a gorgeous scowling Max. Her brown, sun-streaked hair rests just below her shoulders. She glares at me, her chocolate brown eyes glowing with resentment. Max is wearing a black bikini, with a light blue band at the top of the bottoms, and at the bottom of the top. (A/N I know confusing… but its Max :D) "You're getting it." I say in a way that Max knows leaving it behind, isn't optional. "AND you're going to take it to the beach and wear it, whether you like it or not." She turns around, and looks in the mirror; Max visibly shudders. "Do I have too!" She whines like a little kid, very unMax like. "Yep!" I say cheerily.

~Max POV~

"IM !" I scream as I enter our house; the second I close the front door, I'm brought to the ground by a heavy force. "THAT'S HOW ITS DONE!" the force yells in my ear.

"Ouch Iggy! GET OFF of me!"

"That's what she said!" he says as he gets up.

"Help me up." I put out my hand. My brother grabs it, and then grumbles something like what have you been eating.

The bags I had been carrying lay on the floor, there contents everywhere. I bend down, starting to pick things up, when Iggy suddenly snickers and asks, "Maxi, what is this?" I growl and the nickname, but turn to see what he's referring to. He stands there, holding my bikini bottom between two fingers, an arm's length away from him, like it was smelly trash.

He wiggles his eyebrows, "This for Sam?" he asks suggestively. I roll my eyes, but swiftly lunge forward and snatch it from him. "Sam who?" I ask nonchalantly. "Oh don't play dumb with me Max!" He says, getting annoyed, "I'm not STUPID!" I shrug, "You could've fooled me." With that, I grab everything else lying on the floor, stuff it into the paper sacks and run up the stairs.