Disclaimer: Maximum Ride is James Patterson's, Tommy Quincy is a character from Instant Star, and I Will Be the Flame is by Cory Lee from Instant Star.

The Famous Maximum Ride

Chapter 1 - Max POV

Am I supposed to thank you for walking in the door
And giving me your love like pennies to the floor

Why was I singing this? I only have one person I love but too bad he doesn't love me back. It's also too bad he's not my boyfriend who was sitting right outside the booth I was recording in.

You say that you're bringing me everything you got
If you think that's good enough you don't know warm from hot

My boyfriend, Sam, and I have been going out for about 2 weeks now. I really needed to break up with him, I feel absolutely nothing towards him. The man I love is sitting next to Sam.

I won't say I'm sorry cause I wanted something more
It's he said, she said
Let's even up the score
Give and take, and back and forth
That's the nature of the game
You supply the gasoline and I will be the flame

His name is Fang. Well actually his name is Nick but I started calling him Fang years ago. We've basically been best friends since he was born. That's right, I'm older than him by a month. He was the only person I could possibly love or let in, now especially since I'm Maximum Ride, the newly famous pop star. Well I've been famous for almost five months now and no one else has come in yet. I'm sixteen years old and don't really care so much about that.

Said you'd love me better
Swipe me off my feet
It's time that you deliver 'cuz there's a line up on the street
You're all talk no action
Baby that's not right

Now the reason I was singing I Will Be the Flame was because my manager wants to sell me. I didn't even write this song or have anything to do with the music for it. I could play the guitar and piano but never get to play my new stuff. I would so much like to record ballads or at least some song that doesn't require jumping around like a maniac.

Don't need a rock around my finger
(Just wanna rock with you all night)

Truth is I hated this career choice but was signed for another year so couldn't do a thing about it. And soon I was sure I would breakdown. I would have already but Fang was always there to hold me together. Actually I had a pretty good idea for a song in my head. And maybe I would actually be able to sing it.

I won't say I'm sorry cause I wanted something more
It's he said, she said
Let's even up the score
Give and take, and back and forth
That's the nature of the game
You supply the gasoline and I will be the flame

"Good Take Max. We're done for today." My producer, Tommy Quincy, said through the microphone so I heard it. I took my headphones off and walked out to where Fang and Sam were.

"Hey Max. Do you want to go out tonight? I was thinking dinner and a movie." Sam asked me when he saw me. It's such a hassle with people coming up to us, well actually me, and asking for autographs. Actually I think he likes the attention he gets with me more than he likes me.

"No. Actually we need to talk. Fang stay right here, I'll be right back." I grabbed Sam by the arm and walked out of the studio to the alley in the back.

"Look, I just don't think this is working out? I just...need to be by myself right now." I said to him.

"Or is it Nick you need to be with?" I ignored his question even if it was true.

"We're over, Sam. Goodbye." And with that I walked back inside to where Fang was waiting for me.

"Hey Fnick, do you want to get dinner?" I asked, Fnick was just another nickname for him. "And I have an idea for a song." I added in a whisper when I got closer to him. I wrote songs I could never record all the time and this had become a daily routine with him helping me all the time.

"Yeah, sure. Where do you want to go?" He asked.

"Do you want to just get takeout? I don't really feel like dealing with cameras today." I put on huge sunglasses and a hoodie. I stole Fang's hat and put it on my head with the hood over it for added affect. I didn't want anyone to recognize me and hopefully they wouldn't.

"That's fine." We walked towards a cab. "So, what happened with Sammy boy?" He asked me.

"I just broke up with him. That's all." Fang didn't say anything more on it as we got in the cab. He told the driver to go to my favorite Chinese restaurant but other than that the ride was pretty silent. I didn't want to talk too much because people might recognize my voice and Fang knew that. Instead we texted nonstop the entire time like always.

When we got to the restaurant we both got out and went inside but I kept to the no talking rule. Fang ordered for me knowing I would want chicken and broccoli and he ordered orange chicken for himself. After we got our food we walked to Fang's house. Actually, I practically live there with all the paparazzi crowded around my house 24/7.

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