Chapter 1: The beginning

Okay...So this is my first Fanfic, so please don't be mean to me! I decided to write this story, because I love reading stories from fan fiction, so I thought "Why not write one also?" So.. here it is.

Disclaimer: I do not own Max or any other characters. James Patterson does. hehe :P

MAX'S POV:

I looked at the man before me, speechless while sucking in the information. "What?" I managed to choke out. "Yes, Max. Like I said before, the doctors informed me that I will only be living for another 5 or less months due to my cancer. Th-"

But I didn't let him finish. I ran out of my house threatening the tears to not come out. Yes, my one and only dad is dying, due to cancer, which explains the recent hair loss. Fuck you, cancer. But why haven't my parents told me this before? Great. This is a wonderful way to ruin my perfect Friday. (note the sarcasm)

I slipped quietly into the Jone's house next door and ran straight into my best friend, Fang's room.

Fang is the typical tall (6'2), black hair, black eyes, perfect olive skin tone guy which can attract many, many girls, but it's surprising how he haven't had a girlfriend for a year now. Like seriously, girls throw themselves onto him, and he pushes them away all the time. Many girls in the past had asked him if he was a model or not, due to his "extremely" good looks. Weird… But honestly, I do think he is gorgeous too.

Once I looked at him from his doorway and saw his concerned face, I finally broke down while he came over to me and held me in his arms.

After 1 or 2 hours of crying, I decided to leave; not ready to tell him what was wrong yet. "I'm going home, Fang. Thank you so much," I said as I made my way out of his arms.

Knowing me, he didn't push me to tell him what was wrong, and just nodded. As I was walking across his room, he called out my name. I turned around and raised an eyebrow. "Guess what?" he said, with a wide smile on his face. "What?" I replied, while looking at him.

"Last week, Maya phoned me and told me she discovered my singing videos on YouTube and she offered me a recording contract..." I tensed up at the mention of Maya's name. Maya was my sister. Being two years older than me, she was one of my favorite idols.. but that changed...When she was 16, she got a recording contract by a person called Nancy Dente. She told me she was discovered by Nancy because of her singing covers she puts up onto YouTube. And because of her extremely good looks, she also has many, many views. And soon became a model as well in her career.

Well, here's what happened. After she left, she would come visit us a few times in a month or call us at least three times a week to keep us updated about what's happening, but as her name/ reputation got bigger and bigger, she started to not call or visit us at all only after the first 6 months.

It's been a year and a half and we had heard nothing from her unless the non stopping newspapers articles and magazines. We had tried many, many times to call her in the first 6 months after she left, but she will never pick up her phone. But one day, she called us and gave us a long, long speech about why she's not picking up her phone or visiting us anymore. And to sum it all up, here are the main parts of her "speech": She doesn't want us in her life anymore. She wants us to stop calling her, because it is so damn "annoying" to hear her phone ring every 3 hours. Since she got famous, she doesn't want anybody knowing about her past and family. Heck, she even told the newspapers that her family died in a car accident.

Even if it's been a long time, her words still hurt. How could anybody be this cruel and cancel out their family for fame? When she said that, it broke all of our hearts. My mom's, dad's and me. Ever since that day, I made a promise to myself that I will not think of her or even try to keep updated with her anymore, because like she said, I don't want her in my life as well.

I nodded, waiting for Fang to continue. "But that's only if I was willing to work with her on the stage, modeling. I talked to my parents about it and they also agreed that this is a good opportunity to make my dream of modeling and singing successful. So, I think I am going to take this chance. But guess what the best part is?" He grinned at me widely before continuing. "I asked her if you can come along too and make your dream of singing successful too, because I know how much you love singing, and she said you can come too. So, what do you think?"

I blinked, not believing what I'm hearing. Fang must really be excited about this, because he never, and I mean, NEVER babble unless he is excited or angry at something. He is mostly a man of few words, like the one or two word answer type of guy. Sure, I want to go and live my dreams too, but I can't. My dad is dying and I need to be there for him in the next 5 months. What type of daughter goes away when they know that their dad is dying? I don't want to leave my family..like how Maya left us.

"Maaaax? Hellloooo?!" Fang waved his hands in front of my face. "Max!" He shouted, bringing me back to reality. "What do you think?"

"I can't," I whispered, staring into his eyes.

His smile disappeared and was soon replaced with a frown. "Why?" I took a deep breath, knowing that I will need to tell him what was holding me back. "It's just- it's my da-" I started, but was soon interrupted by him. "Why Max? What's more important than fulfilling your dreams by your best friend's side?"

"Fang-"

"Do you know what I had to do to convince Maya to let you come along too? I had to beg, Max. Fucking, beg. And you of all people knows that Fang Jones do not beg."

"No, Fang, stop. You don't unders-"

"Don't you 'Fang' me, at this moment. If this is how you want it to be, then you can continue living here in this stupid town in Arizona and keep wishing for your dream to come true. I don't give a shit about you anymore. Oh, and I hope you get hit by a bus or something so you won't have to live every single day regretting that you should have came with me, you stupid slut. Now get out of my fucking face, Maximum," he spat out my name like it was poison on his tongue.

I stared at him a few more seconds as tears began to form in my eyes. Fang had never been that rough on me. He had never called me something I am not; for example, a slut. I whispered a quick goodbye and turned around, running back to my house, and going straight into my bedroom. As I crashed face down onto my pillow, I let the tears loose again, sobbing until I had no more tears left.

I was going to loose two of the most important people in my life. My dad and….Fang. It hurts to even think about his name. It's funny how one little argument can lead to a broken friendship.

We had been friends since birth and as we grew up, we became best friends. Just like that. Heck, we even knew everything about each other. His favorite color was black. Obviously. He hates it when people touches his hair(unless that person is special to him). He likes to have strawberry on the bottom of his cone, followed by mint than chocolate chip icecream. He's scared of clowns. Etc, etc.

But really, it hurts though. It's like somebody had cut your heart in half and stabbed it so many times to the point where it is ready to fall apart. Fang is going to be gone..soon? I smacked my forehead as I remembered that I haven't even as him when he was going to leave. But still, Fang is going to be gone soon..and my dad is going to be gone too. GREAT. Just fucking great.

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It was Sunday. The day Fang was leaving for New York. Two days after the day Fang and I had the argument. So soon… I laid my head down on my pillow, not even bothering to get up and say my goodbyes to him. If he wanted my goodbye, then he would come up here and apologize to me first, but I guess that won't be happening because as I lifted my head and look out my window; he was already going into his dad's car.

But, ooohhh well. I was already dead to him. I laid back down onto my pillow again and sighed as somebody opened my bedroom door. I sat up and saw my other best friend, Nudge making her way over to me.

Her real name was Monique, but Nudge was her nickname. Nudge was a beautiful girl. Her light brown eyes are always warming and her dark brown hair is always so beautiful and smooth no matter how she wears it. She also got the "body" too and the most perfect caramel skin ever! She always say that one day she will be a model, which I strongly agree with. Even if she is a chatterbox, she still got good senses in fashion, which makes her even more superior than me. Nudge, Fang, and I basically grew up together and knew everything about each other, considering the fact that we were all neighbors; my house in between both of their houses. We were basically known as "the three musketeers". But as close as I am to Nudge, I am way closer to Fang.

"Hi.." she quietly said to me as she sat on my bed beside me.

"Hey.."

"Everybody left after saying goodbye…" I nodded at her before looking down at my hands on my lap, trying to force the tears back inside my eyes. Once she heard me sniffle, she instantly embraced me in her arms and ran her fingers in my hair, quietly soothing me. "I am so sorry…" she said. I nodded again in her shoulders and let the tears come out freely.

Nudge knew everything that had happened between me and Fang. On the night when we had our argument, I called her over and explained everything to her, because I desperately needed to tell someone about what happened. She understood me and I could tell she was slightly angry at Fang as well.

As Nudge continued to run her fingers through my hair and whisper comforting words, I soon fell back to sleep on her shoulder.

Wheeeww! That was long! 5 pages! Sooooo…. How was it? I know, this is only the first chapter and I suck, but please please please continue reading it. I promise I will make it better throughout the story.

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