Onyx: Hello to the smallish world of people who read our story junk!

Enia: It ain't junk, its awesome

Onyx: Yeah, well, floosh!

Enia: Floosh is a funny word. Onyx is making me write with a dull pencil! Waaa!

Enia: Heheh. We are writing this during a forced volleyball game. The teams both suck.

Onyx: Yup. Ok, we are going to write a fanfic now. Maybe.

Enia: Possibly. Lets go!

WARNING! MAX RIDE x HP x LEGEND O' ZELDA + POKEMON= BAD! And there is some language. Hardly any, though.

Disclaimah: disclaimed

Max POV

"Let's go fishing!" I yelled to the silent house; it was five in the morning and still dark out. No one was awake. "Come on! Get your lazy asses out of bed!"

Iggy, the early riser, stumbled out and threw a pillow at me "Shaddap Max! Some of us are trying to sleep!"

"I told you yesterday we were going fishing!" Cue exasperation.

"When?"

"Like, every time you came into a room!"

"I have selective hearing."

"Obviously."

"Ugh, well, I'm blind. What am I supposed to do on a fishing trip!"

"You don't need to see to be able to reel in a fish." An unsaid 'duh' was plain in my voice

"Huff. Fine. I'm up. Smargleflarg. I'm gonna make breakfast because I don't feel like keeling over from your cooking today!"

I made a face at his back as he went into he kitchen. He was still the only one up.

"GET UP!"I screeched; my voice echoed around and around and around the house and outside birds took to the air, cawing.

Fang was up next, with Dylan following closely. Fang was his ninja self, and Dylan was glaring daggers at him (not actual daggers!) "What?" Famg asked with annoyance.

"Fishing trip!" I said happily. "Get ready!"

"I don't fish," Fang said in what sounded like a macho voice.

"Too bad," I answered. "You do do now!"

"I'll do anything you want me to, Max," Dylan sighed dreamily. Freak.

"Ok, Dylan, go dig up some worms, oil the fishing rods with a nice tub of hot grease, wash the underwear, clean the fishing hooks, clean the bathroom, and..." I looked around for something else he could do, "and pick that gross poo off my boots! Chop chop! Get to it!"

Dylan made a sad face and slouched out of the living-room.

Suddenly we were accosted by a nasty gaseous perfume and I gagged violently. "Gazzy!"

"Sorry," he said sheepishly as he came in. I sighed, but let it go.

"Max, I don't think you oil fishing rods," Fang said.

"Yeah, but does Dylan know that?"

"Oh."

"Max? What is this about fishing rods?"

"Oh for chicken's sake! How many times do I have to tell you guys! Gazzy, we are going on a fishing trip today!"

"Max, I'm huungry," a high- pitched, whiny voice came from Fang. I stared, then facepalmed.

"Gazzy, I know that's you!"

Except Gazzy had gone to pack. I glanced at Fang, who was staring at the ceiling innocently. I sighed and decided I had better leave to go find Angel and Nudge before he started dancing.

When I walked into nudge's room my eyes and ears screeched in pain. She was blasting Justin Bieber and doing some kind of... it can't even be called a dance. "What the fricking fuck!" I yelled.

"Max!" came my mothers scolding disembodied voice."Language!"

WTF! AHH! WHEREDITCOMEFROM! I jumped up and whirled in a circle, looking for the source. Woah. Survival instincts!

"Max. Seriously. Take a chill pill, yo!" Yeah... something was up with Nudge too!

"Well, excuuuuuse me! Come on, we are leaving for the fishing trip now!"

"Gah! Fishing! Like on a lake? Grossssssss! I am going to DIEEEEEE!" Nudge fell back on her bed dramaticly. Justin Beaver or whatever the hell his name was was still blasting. I stomped over and turned it off.

"How many times do I have to tell you people! I must have said it a hundred times! Damn bloody nugget pie face gun rabbit flappy walrus breath! Ugh, ok. We are leaving in half an hour. Pack practical clothes and shoes! Ok? Get it, got it, GOOD!" Jeesh. I stomped off to Angel's room.

"I know Max and I am so excited! Maybe we will see a deer! Will Ella be there? Wouldn't it be cool if we saw a bear?"

She skipped out of her room dragging a large bag stuffed full behind her.

"THANK you Angel!" Glory Halleglueyah!

Max, I think its Hallelujah.

" Naaaah. Creepy mind speech!"

"Teehee!" she skipped past me.

Ugh. I am dreading this trip now.

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WHEW! And that is what you get with Enia and I writing this together! We alternate writing every few lines

and HURRAH FOR THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL

Congratulations every one for makin it to summer!