Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride, or any other characters. I will probably forget about the disclaimer in future chapters, so if I forget, this is the one I will use. Enjoy the story!
I dropped my bags on my new/old bed and sighed, wondering if this was a mistake.
I had just moved from California to Virginia, from living with my dad to my mom. I missed my dad a lot, but I wanted to leave certain things from my past there. I'm Max, I'm fifteen, I have longish dark blonde hair and brown eyes. Some people say I have a bad attitude.
I walked out of my old bedroom. I lived in this house until I was nine, before my Mom and Dad got divorced. Then I moved with my Dad, while my little sister, Nudge, and my older brother Iggy stayed with my Mom here in Virginia. Jeb and I moved to California, where I lived for six years. When Jeb decided to get remarried, I decided to go live with my mother and siblings in Virginia.
So, here I was, in my old bedroom, more new to me than old. The room was purple, which I would have to change. My room was the same as it was when I left, so when I got here I had gotten rid of all the stuff from my younger years and put my new stuff in. I had brought my old comforter, thankful for not having to use the old comforter with butterflies on it, and replaced it with my new one, black with white polka dots. I decided to wait until tomorrow to unpack the rest of my stuff because I was so tired. I quickly searched for my bathroom stuff and a set of pajamas. When I found them I went into the bathroom attached to my bedroom and took a quick, warm shower, got in my pajamas, and drifted into a peaceful sleep.
I woke up to my bed shaking, thinking it was an earthquake.
"Max!!!! Wake up! OMG I've missed you sooooo much!" said Nudge from above me. I groaned, opened my eyes, and saw Nudge's big brown eyes looking down at me.
Nudge was thirteen with big brown eyes and dark skin. My parents adopted her when she was just a baby after her father died and her mother decided she couldn't take care of her. She had curly, black hair about the same length as mine. She was a fashionista.
Iggy was over six feet tall, with light blonde hair and blue eyes. He's fifteen, too. He was my biological brother. He liked to play with fire, make bombs, and play pranks.
I rolled out of bed, and nearly hit my head on the nightstand.
"Ugh," I said, getting up and walking to my suitcases.
"So today I want to give you a make over. I know you're probably going to have to finish your room, so it would be after that. Me and Iggy can help you if you want. OMG we should all do something tonight; you, me, Iggy, Fang, Angel, and Gazzy! Well, maybe not-" babbled Nudge.
"'Kay, Nudge? Sure, you can give me a makeover. Yes, I do have to finish my room. I think I can manage my room on my own, I just have to put my clothes and a few other things away. And do they really still live here?" I asked, trying to answer all of her questions.
"Oh, yeah! They all can't wait to see you! Angel is so cute, she loves clothes and fashion, just like me! Gazzy likes to make bombs with Iggy. And Fang, well Fang is Fang. He's quiet and wears black all the time, but don't ever call him emo!" explained Nudge.
"Oh, wow. I didn't realize they still remembered," I breathed, remembering all of the things we used to do while I still lived here.
"Yup, so you better get going!" said Nudge, skipping to my door and walking out. I smiled to myself as I remembered all of my old memories of playing with my old friends. I looked out the window and saw the little kids running around the yard that used to be me and my friends.
After a little while, I decided I better finish my room. I opened my suitcases again and started taking my clothes out and hanging them in the walk in closet. After I was finished, I did my shoes, then got out the stuff that I was going to put on my wall. I picked up the picture frame with the picture of me and all of my friends back in California. I missed them, but I was looking forward to living here with my old friends, and hopefully make new ones.
I picked up a framed black and white picture of a little girl and a little boy, both close to the camera and laughing. The little boy had dark hair, and the little girl had lighter hair. I smiled and put the picture on my nightstand next to my bed.
I smiled and walked out of my room and down the hallway.
"Hey, Nudge," I said, leaning against her doorway. Nudges room was hot pink with cheetah print and looked great.
"Hi, Max, are you ready for your make over?" she asked, getting up from the floor where she was drawing. She quickly picked up the book she was drawing in and her art supplies.
"Sure," I replied, walking into her room. She directed me to sit in the chair in front of her pink vanity. When I did, she walked over with a curling iron and an arm full of make up.
Uh, oh.
After a while, Nudge finally let me look in the mirror. I gasped. The reflection in the mirror didn't even look like me! The girl in the mirror had soft dark blonde curls going past her shoulders and a little down her back. She had on eyeliner and mascara, making her eyes stand out, framed by long, dark lashes. On her cheekbones there was the smallest hint of blush. Her fingernails were painted black, but still looked elegant.
"Wow, Nudge, you're amazing!" I cried, jumping up and hugging her.
"Now for your dress!" cried Nudge, running to her closet and grabbing a dress. It was black and strapless and twisted where at the bust. The rest after that was flowy material.
"Dress? Nudge, no offense, but I'm a little too old for dress up, even though that dress is beautiful," I said, feeling the silky material.
"Just try it on," Nudge begging, handing me the dress, a strapless bra, and pushed me behind a cheetah print curtain. I changed and looked in the mirror. The dress fit me perfectly. It hung in the right places and was tighter around the right places. Nudge handed me black high heels with little flowers on them, two silver necklaces, a black ring, and a black bangle with a plastic flower on it. I put all of it on. The outfit was beautiful.
"Nudge, why are you dressing me all up?" I asked, playing with the bracelet.
"Because it has been sooo long since I saw you and I wanted to make you look great!" she said, looking through her closet. She grabbed a simple hot pink short sleeve dress, and put it on. The dress looked great on her. Then she quickly did her hair, only grabbing a small amount and pulling it back in a pink clip, and did her make up similar to mine.
"Come on, let's go down stairs," she said, tugging on my arm. I followed her, getting a little suspicious. I let her drag me to the stairs.
"I'm going to cover your eyes, okay?" Nudge asked, already putting her hands over my eyes.
"Nudge, we're on the stairs! I'm going to trip and fall to my death!" I cried, trying to move so she couldn't get my eyes. She only followed me.
"No you won't, now move!" she cried, pushing me toward the stairs. I grabbed the railing and hesitantly took my first step down the stiars. Catiously, I made my way down the stairs. I finally got to the bottom stair, when Nudge suddenly uncovered my eyes. The living room was full of people, with a large blue banner with red words, that read, "WELCOME HOME MAX!" I covered my mouth and looked at all the smiling faces. There was countless people from my younger childhood.
"SURPRISE!" everyone yelled. I covered my mouth and looked at Nudge, who was grinning from ear to ear.
Before I could even say a word, a ton of people came over and hugged me, saying things like, "I missed you so much!" and, "Oh, look at how much you've changed!"
I walked around the room, hugging people who I remembered, and some I didn't. When I was finally done hugging most of the adults, a little girl who looked about 8 years old with blonde curly hair and big blue eyes ran up and hugged me around the waist.
"Hi, Max!" she cried.
"Hi," I said, a little awkwardly, not really knowing who she was.
"Angel," yelled a deep, male voice. A guy who looked about my age walked over, with dark hair that hung over his right eye, and dark eyes.
"That's my brother, Fang," said Angel, giggling.
"It is?" I asked her, once she was done hugging me.
"Yup. Do you remember him?" asked Angel, looking up at me.
"I think I do," I told her. Just then, the guy got over to us.
"Angel, Mom is looking for you," said Fang.
"But Fang, I was talking to Max," she whined.
"Well, go tell Mom that and I'm sure you can come back and finish talking to her," said Fang to his little sister.
"Fine," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "But you stay here and make sure Max doesn't move," she said.
"Sure, just hurry, Mom wanted you to come quick," he said, giving her a small push.
"Hey," I said, a little awkwardly.
"Hey. Haven't seen you in a while," he said.
"Yeah, I haven't gotten a chance to visit. But now I'm here to stay." I said, smiling.
"Cool. You remember us? Me, Gazzy, and Angel?" he asked.
"How could I forget you guys? We hung out like every day!" I said. He chuckled.
"Yeah. I remember when you moved away and we made those little tin can phones so we could talk to each other?" asked Fang.
"Yes! I tried talking into it and got so upset when you didn't respond! I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore!" I said, recalling my first day in California.
*Flashback*
I was sitting on my new bed, searching through my bag, trying to find the phone that Fang and I made. I found it and grabbed it out of the suitcase.
"Fang?" I called into the phone, waiting for a response. I waited, my ear pressed to the tin can, waiting for a reply.
"Fang, are you there?" I asked into the phone, getting upset.
"Fang, why won't you talk to me?" I asked, near tears. Fang was my best friend, why won't he talk to me? Is he mad that I moved away?
"Fang, please talk to me!" I called into the can, tears running down my face. After waiting for a response, I threw the can across my room, curled up on my unfamiliar bed, and cried.
*End Flashback*
"I tried the same thing. I thought you got new friends and didn't want to talk to me!" he said.
"Hey, Max, I'm back!" called Angel, skipping over to me.
I talked to Angel and some other people for a while. I talked to Gazzy, who told me all about his bombs and what I've missed.
After a while, people started drifting home, each making me promise to catch up. After everyone was gone, I helped pick up, then went up to my room and, after washing up, drifted to sleep.
"Max, wake up, we're going shopping today!" cried Nudge.
"What?" I asked, groggily trying to rub the sleep from my eyes.
"I just went through your closet and you barely have anything! Come on, I'm taking you shopping! Mom already said it was okay!" said Nudge, grabbing my arm and pushing me into the bathroom.
I quickly stripped and took a shower. When I got out of the shower, there were a set of clothes waiting for me on the counter. There was a grey off the shoulder sweatshirt that said, "Live in Sunshine" in different colors and languages on it, an orange camisole to go under the sweatshirt, a pair of dark wash Capri's, and orange Converse. I put it all on, finished getting ready, and walked out of the bathroom. I just barely had time to grab my wallet before Nudge grabbed my arm and pulled me downstairs, to the car, and pushed me into the drivers seat before she ran around the car and got in the passenger seat. Nudge was dressed in a white tank top with blue and red flowers on it, jeans the same color blue as the flowers in the tank top, and white flats. There was also a matching purse to go with the jeans and top. It looked really cute on her.
"So, you're going to have to help me out with the directions," I said, starting the car.
"No problem," she replied, smiling evilly.
Oh, no! I thought.
After about six hours of shopping, I got home and collapsed on my bed. I got 26 shirts, 12 pairs of jeans, and 7 dresses. Who needs that crazy amount of clothes? I just finished putting my new clothes in my closet when Nudge declared that she would have to buy me new shoes. I sighed and decided to go outside and sit on the porch. So, I walked down stairs, grabbed my iPod touch, and walked outside. I jumped onto the railing and leaned against one of the posts. I jumped and nearly fell off the porch when a voice said, "Hey,". Not just any voice. Fang's voice. I put a hand on my heart and said, "Fang! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
"Sorry, but you know, it's partially your fault," he said from below me. He walked up onto the porch and sat next to me.
"How?" I asked.
"I yelled to you about five times," he replied, taking one of my earbuds and putting it in his ear. I was listening to "Breakeven" by The Script.
"So, what are you doing tomorrow?" he asked after a while.
"Probably painting my room, why?" I asked, my heart beating faster.
"Want help?" he asked.
"Sure," I replied.
"What color are you painting it?" he asked.
"Probably black and purple, my two favorite colors," I replied.
"I'm liking you already," he said.
So, how do you like it? I want at least 5 reviews before I write another chapter. I know Max is a little different, at least at the party, but that was because that is the way I think she would be with a room full of people she hadn't seen in like six years. Oh, and if there is any beta out there who wants to help me, then inbox me please, because I think I need a little help with this story and another one of mine called, "Famous Ride". Read that, too, if you want to. Max is a famous singer, and so is Fang. You'll like it if you like this one, too, I think. So read and review please! Thanks!