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Max is in a band, and realizes she loves Fang. So what does she do? Sing her heart out, of course! Only one problem, he's with Lissa. Featuring songs from Demi Lovato, Taylor Swift, maybe Evanescense, Hannah Montana only if it's needed or asked for. But I really don't like her, and more!
I will use any songs that are suggested. Well, it depends what song it is, but I will most likely do it.
Have any of you heard of Skillet? Well, the girl drummer, Jen, has an amazing voice, and that's what I imagine Max's voice to sound like.
This is my new story! Flames only if needed, please. Here we go!
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I set my guitar down and took a bite of my glazed doughnut. "Having fun?" Fang asked me from my bedroom doorway.
I smiled and nodded. "But I can't think of something to write about. Nudge and Iggy are waiting. And we're playing this weekend at the Blue Night Club."
Okay, I have some explaining to do here.
Me, Fang, and Iggy are all 17, living with my mom. Along with 15 year old Nudge, 11 year old Gasman, and 9 year old Angel. Ella was 16, and lived with her dad, but sometimes came to visit.
I was the singer and sometimes guitar player in our band. Iggy was the main guitar, and Nudge was the drummer. Don't laugh, but our band name was Flock X. meaning we're a flock, and we're eXperiments. Yes, I know the X is capitalized in that word. We have only been in the band for a few weeks, but we were good. I had just recently realized I really like Fang, but of course, he was with Lissa.
Oh, I forgot to tell you, we live in Virginia.
So, meaning Sam was here, too. He was our manager, kind of, with his dad. They don't let me pay them, so we're kinda rich.
"Well, just right about what you do or something." Fang said, sitting next to me. "Like, what are you thinking right now?" he asked me.
I wanted to say, "You. How much I want to freaking kiss you." but I couldn't say that, so I shrugged. "Let me go ask Nudge." I said, getting up and walking to her room. From the corner of my eye I saw Iggy open the front door and Lissa walking in. I resisted th urge to slap her and kept walking. I glanced back right when they kissed each other and went into Fang's room.
"Hey, Max. Angel told me you were coming. She's in here. You need something to sing about. How about Fang, duh. I mean, come on, you two are totally in love with each other. Fang just won't tell you because he feels like you don't love him back. That's why he's with Lissa. Angel also told me that. Come on in. Take a seat. We have plenty of ideas for you. I mean, come on, I'm your drummer, I'm supposed to help you out. I could go on all night about ideas-"
"But you won't." I interrupted Nudge and sat on her bed next to Angel, who rolled her eyes at Nudge. I smiled and sighed.
"I have the perfect idea." Angel said.
"Uh. Oh." I said.
"No worries. The perfect song for you. What about a remake of Demi Lovato's Until Your Mine?" Angel asked.
"Why would I sing that?" I asked her, even though I knew exactly why she chose that song. "I don't want to copy Demi Lovato's song. It's hers. Not mine."
"We're not copying it, just remaking it." Angel stated.
I sighed, and got the Bambi eyes, so I had to do it. "Fine." I told them and grabbed a pencil. We worked for an hour almost, then went to the kitchen when mom called everyone for dinner.
"Lissa's staying. That okay?" Fang asked mom.
My mom glanced at me. "Of course." she said after a minute.
"Thank you." Lissa said, sitting down next to Fang. He smiled at her then handed her a plate. I sat across from Fang, and we all got plates and our food.
"This is good." Lissa told my mom, with a flashy smile.
"Thank you." my mom said, obviously not believing a word. She knew Lissa too well to believe the good things she says. "I made it myself. Max helped a little."
"Yep. I did. I uh...mixed something together." I said.
Lissa smiled at me. "Well, from what I hear, you aren't the greatest cook. Must have took a class, maybe?" she asked. I scowled quietly and saw Fang glance between the two of us.
"No. I'm just getting better. I don't need any classes to get better at something." I told Lissa with a way fake smile. Iggy cleared his throat.
"Well, this is great orange juice." he said.
"Nobody cares." Gazzy said, taking a bite of his food. Nudge and Angel rolled their eyes.
Lissa and I were still having our staring contest. "Well, I'm sure you've made some improvement, Max. I mean, how else would this taste good if you helped? It's obvious you still need work, though." Lissa told me.
"I'd like to see you do better. Oh, wait. Your little slaves cook for you." I spat.
"I do not have slaves! I have servants, but of course, you wouldn't know what that is." Lissa said with a smile. I glanced at Fang, who looked like he was about to slap one of us.
"Alright. I think dinner is over." he told everyone.
"Dinner is sure as hell not over." Lissa told him. She squirmed out of his grip and I rose out of my seat. "I still have a few things to say to poor Maxie here."
That did it. You insult me, you get it, you insult my family or call me Maxie, and your dead meat. I threw myself at her, jumping over the table and we both went down hard on the tile. Luckily, Lissa was underneath me to break my fall. "Who's talking now?" I asked. Mom gasped and Fang and Iggy tried to get us away from each other. The girls just watched with amusement.
"Max! You had better get off me! These are my best shoes!" Lissa screeched.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Who's the designer? Looks like Sir Crap or maybe Viva La Puke?" I guessed. She glared at me and finally the boys pulled us apart. But I was still reaching over and taking a fist full of her shirt. "It seems to me like both!"
"Max! You are so immature!" Lissa told me. "You always are insulting me and dressing like-"
"Looks who's insulting people now!" I told her.
"Max!" Iggy yelled, prying my fingers from her shirt. Fang pulled Lissa out of the room.
"Okay. Lissa needs to leave." my mom told him on the way out. He nodded and took her hand. "Max! Why did you do that?" she asked me.
"Your blaming me for her being such a slut?" I asked.
"Maximum Ride! You stop talking like that. I don't care what she is! You could have gotten both of yourselves hurt! And you shouldn't act like that to anybody." mom yelled after we heard Lissa's limo pull out of the driveway.
"Max." Fang said from the doorway. "Can I talk to her?" he turned to my mom and asked.
"Please." my mom said.
I followed Fang to his room. He let me in and then shut the door. "What was that about?" he asked. "What the hell were you thinking? Max, what do you have against Lissa? Besides her money?"
"Wait!" I said, holding up my hands. "You think I hate her because she has money?" I asked.
He nodded. "Isn't that the reason?" he asked.
"No! Of course it's not! I have money too! Not as much as her... The reason is-um. I mean...um...yes, that is the reason." I went from yelling to whispering.
"Max." Fang said. "You were going to say something else. I know you were."
"Uh, no I wasn't." I told him, biting my lip.
"Max, yes you were. What were you going to say? If it isn't because of her money...is because...hm...that she...doesn't like you? Is it because maybe your jealous?"
"Jealous? What? Are you kidding? No way am I jealous of her! Just because she's with you! Why would I even be jealous? I mean, come on! Look who we're talking about, here."
"Max, I was going to say jealous because she has nice things and dresses more girly." Fang interrupted. I felt my face heat up with embarrassment.
"Oh. Well, just in case you were going to ask if you were the reason I was jealous..." I started. I made my way for the door, but Fang stopped me.
"Max. We need to talk."
"No. We don't." I said and bolted out the door into my room.
I went to my room and rehearsed my song. A played it on my guitar twice, then took a break. Tonight we were playing at some other place, but I wasn't ready to play Until Your Mine.
I got in the shower and washed my body and hair. After, I slipped on my favorite skinny jeans and a brown DC shirt. The jeans were skinny, of course, and grey, with a small hole in the knee. They were loose around my waist, so I put on my (not real) gold belt and a big sweater over it all. Everyone knew about our wings, but I still liked them covered.
I blow dried my hair then straitened it. Nudge insisted that I wear Bump-It's, but I don't get the point of them. So I don't wear them. After putting on my new black converse and some mascara, I waited downstairs for Iggy and Nudge. Mascara was the only make up I wore, and only usually during our gigs.
Nudge ran down with her hair curled and pink shorts and white shirt. The shirt had the words: FLOCK X on it in pink ink. She had white Vans slip ons and a pink headband.
Then Iggy came down in his usual white jeans and white t-shirt. Black converse were on his feet and today he had sprayed his hair orange. His favorite color was orange. Angel opened the door when Sam rang the doorbell. "Come on in." she told him.
"Ready? Dad's waiting in the car." he told us. "Look great, Max." he said with a smile.
Just then Fang walked down the hall and glared at Sam. "Not coming tonight." he told me, which was usual. He never comes. He sat on th couch and my mom waved as we left.
"Ohmygosh I'm like so excited I can't believe we're going to play on stage!" Nudge said.
"Nudge, you said that the last 5 gigs we've had." Iggy told her. I smirked. From the corner of my eye I saw Sam looking at my lower, lower, lower back area. I got in the car with the kids-well, not kids any more, but you know what I mean- and Sam got in the passenger seat.
"Are we ready?" Sam's dad asked with a smile. I nodded. I really like Sam's dad. He was cool and funny. Today he had black jeans and and orange t-shirt with orange converse. His hair was spiked and his sunglasses had dragons on each side.
"Nice choice in colors." Iggy said(he got his sight back) and gave Sam's dad a high five. They always talked about what colors they would wear at the next concert. Sam rolled his eyes and tried to start a conversation.
"So, Max." he said. "After this want to get some ice cream?"
"Sam, you know the answer." I told him with a smile.
He nodded. "Right. Gotta study."
I laughed and nodded. "Yep. We're not that famous, we still have to go to school in a public school without tutors." He shrugged. We were at the club and went around back. Nudge took a deep breath and grabbed her lucky drum sticks from the bag slung over Sam's shoulder.
"Now, tonight, let's welcome Flock X!" the guy said. We heard cheering, and people asking to see our wings.
"Let's go." I told them. We walked out on the stage and Nudge sat on the stool in front of the drums. Iggy picked up his guitar and got his pick out of his pocket. I walked up to the front and stood next to the microphone.
"How's everybody doing tonight?" I asked. People screamed and cheered.
"Can I get your autograph?" Some guy asked. "And see your wings?"
I laughed and pulled off my sweater. There were slits in my shirt, so I let my wings come out. People screamed bloody murder and grinned such big grins that their lips might fall off their faces. Cameras flashed everywhere, and I pulled them back in.
"Are we ready?!" I yelled to the crowd.
More cheering, so I nodded back at Nudge and Iggy. They started playing.
"She can't see the way your eyes will light up when you smile
She never noticed how you stop and stare whenever she walks by
And you can't see me wanting you the way you want her
But you are everything to me
I looked in the audience and saw people listening closely.
And I just want to show you, she don't even know you
She's never gonna love you like I want to
And you just see right through me but if you only knew me
We could be a beautiful miracle, unbelievable
Instead of just invisible, yeah
I blinked a few times and took a breath.
There's a fire inside of you that can't help but shine through
But she's never gonna see the light, no matter what you do
And all I think about is how to make you think of me
And everything that we could be
And I just want show you, she don't even know you
She's never gonna love you like I want to
And you just see right through me but if you only knew me
We could be a beautiful miracle, unbelievable
Instead of just invisible
I moved to where Iggy was and leaned my head on his shoulder.
Like shadows in the faded light, oh, we're invisible
I just wanna open your eyes and make you realize
And I just want to show you, she don't even know you
Baby, let me love you, let me want you
You just see right through me but if you only knew me
We could be a beautiful, miracle, unbelievable
Instead of just invisible, oh, yeah
I walked back to the center front of the stage and closed my eyes.
She can't see the way your eyes will light up when you smile"
Opening my eyes again, I saw people smiling. "Whoooo!" they yelled after a moment of silence. I smiled to myself and Iggy clapped
a hand on my shoulder. "By golly, I think we've done it!" he said in a hillbilly voice.
"Thank you, Robby Ray." I told him, messing up his hair with my hand. He pulled away and smiled. They cheered and
whistled. Sam walked on stage and clapped.
"That was the great one and only, Flock X!" he yelled, motioning for us to go backstage. We obeyed and I went to get water.
"So, who was that song for?" Fang's voice reached my ears with curiosity. I jumped around and dropped my cup on the floor. We
both bent down and our fingers glided gracefully together.
I cleared my throat and quickly picked up the cup. "I..uh...better get some paper towels for that mess." I muttered, twirling around
and searching for a rag.
"You didn't answer my question." Fang said, placing his hand on my shoulder. I bit my lip and turned back to face him.
"It..uh..it...was for...this guy." I told him. I realized what came out of my mouth and mentally slapped myself. For this guy. Wow,
Max, wow. Smooth.
Fang chuckled. "Well, let's hope so. I can't beat up a girl who breaks your heart." I glanced up at him, and he gave me one of his
grins that I would pay a million dollars just to see. He raised his eyebrows. "So...who is this guy?" he asked.
"Oh, you don't know him. He's from...a different school." I told him.
"Max, what other school?" he asked.
"The school...that...um.." I racked my brain for some school, but luckily Angel saved the day.
"Max, I need help." she said. "Fang brought me." she told me, answering my mental question. "Come here. I need you yo fix
me shirt." she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bathroom.
We went in and I sighed. "Thank you Angel. So much." I told her. She crossed her arms and began tapping her toe. "What?"
I asked.
"You need to tell him soon." she said.
"Isn't that what Until Your Mine is for?" I asked. I heard Fang walking by talking on his phone. Well, arguing on his phone.
"No, Lissa. I'm sorry. Okay! Alright! Don't worry, we will. Pink? I will not wear pink to the dance. Scratch that-I will not wear pink to
anything." he was saying. I sighed.
"The spring dance is coming up. Right after Spring Break. Which is Monday." I told Angel.
"Max, you have either got to stop acting skiddish around Fang or just tell him." she said.
I opened my mouth to argue, but she put her hands up. "Just tell him what your thinking. Practice on me."
I licked my lips, then took a breath and said-
Hope its good! Next chapter up in less than 4 days...hopefully.
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P.S. I am sorry about stopping Mind Of A Mutant. I know I left some things unexplained, but the story just got boring and
it wasn't fun to write anymore. Before I started it, I wanted to do something funny and not so much drama, but my stories
always turn out full of drama, so that plan went down the drain. I'm pretty sure by now nobody is reading this Author Note anymore,
and if you are, review and say MONKEYS! So I know you read this. thanks!