Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride, or any of the characters in this story except the ones I make up, sadly. And I do not own Baby by Justin Bieber, or Girlfriend, by Avril Lavigne.
"And I was like baby, baby, baby, oh! Like baby, baby, baby, no! Like baby, baby baby, oh! Thought you'd always be-"
Yes! I thought as my ringtone to my cell phone turned off when I picked it up and slid the little thing across the screen and read the text. It was from Angel, my producer.
r u up yet? u have 2 b here by 8:30!
I quickly texted her back, saying I was up and getting ready, and to kill Nudge for switching my ringtone to Justin Bieber. I rolled out of my nice, warm, comfortable bed-and onto the hard, cold floor, smacking my face in the process. I huffed, blew a stray strand of hair from in front of my face. I quickly took a shower, and then walked over to my closet that Nudge recently organized and filled.
I picked out a black tank top, a grey and black plaid mini skirt, and my favorite black Converse. Then I walked over to where Nudge put my jewelry and picked out a silver necklace with a peace sign hanging from it, a pair of black and silver earrings that looked like wings, and a ring that said POW! on it. I slipped all of this on, and then walked out of the closet.
Maybe I should introduce myself. I'm Maximum Ride, but everyone calls me Max. I'm seventeen, with long dark brown/blonde hair and brown eyes. I'm about 5' 4". Some people tell me I have a bad attitude, but that's only if you get on my bad side. My two best friends Nudge and Angel, both work for me, as my stylist and make up artist and my agent. Oh, and I might have forgotten to mention I'm sort of a famous singer.
Anyway, back to the present. I grabbed my black hobo bag and put my iPhone, notebook, wallet, keys, and a bottle of water in there. I walked outside of my apartment and walked over to my baby, otherwise known as my black Austin Martin DBS Coupe. I quickly drove to the studio, making it at exactly 8:29. Oh yeah, score one for Max!
When I walked in, I was quickly taken by the arm by Angel. Angel had blonde, curly hair with big blue eyes. She looks like a little angel, but don't be fooled. She's tough, and she can get kind of crazy sometimes. She took me to the recording studio, and then pushed me into the recording booth.
"Alright, Max, why don't you start with Girlfriend?" asked someone. I nodded, and then they started to play the music. I began to sing:
Hey hey, you you
I don't like your girlfriend
No way, no way
I think you need a new one
Hey hey, you you
I could be your girlfriend
Hey hey, you you
I know that you like me
No way, no way
You know it's not a secret
Hey hey, you you
I want to be your girlfriend
You're so fine
I want you mine
You're so delicious
I think about you all the time
You're so addictive
Don't you know
What I can do
To make you feel alright
( alright alright alright)
Don't pretend
I think you know
I'm damn precious
and hell yeah
I'm the mother fucking princess
I can tell you like me too
and you know I'm right
(I'm right I'm right I'm right)
She's like so whatever
you can do so much better
I think we should get together now
and that's what everyone's talking about
Hey hey, you you
I don't like your girlfriend
No way no way
I think you need a new one
Hey hey, you you
I could be your girlfriend
Hey hey, you you
I know that you like me
No way, no way
You know it's not a secret
Hey hey, you you
I want to be your girlfriend
I can see the way
I see the way you look at me
And even when you look away
I know you think of me
I know you talk about me all the time
Again and again
( Again again again)
So come over here
and tell me what I wanna hear
Better, yet, make your girlfriend disappear
I don't wanna hear you say her name
Ever again
(Ever again again again)
She's like so whatever
and you can do so much better
I think we should get together now
and that's what everyone's talking about
Hey hey, you you
I don't like your girlfriend
No way, no way
I think you need a new one
Hey hey, you you
I could be your girlfriend
Hey hey, you you
I know that you like me
No way, no way
You know it's not a secret
Hey hey, you you
I want to be your girlfriend
In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger
'Cause I can, cause I can do it better
There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in
She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?
In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger
'Cause I can, cause I can do it better
There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in
She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?
Hey hey, you you
I don't like your girlfriend
No way, no way
I think you need a new one
Hey hey, you you
I could be your girlfriend
(No way No way)
Hey hey, you you
I know that you like me
No way, no way
You know it's not a secret
Hey hey, you you
I want to be your girlfriend
Hey hey, you you
I don't like your girlfriend (No Way!)
No way, no way
I think you need a new one (Hey!)
Hey hey, you you
I could be your girlfriend (No Way!)
Hey hey, you you
I know that you like me (No Way!)
No way, no way
You know it's not a secret (Hey!)
Hey hey, you you
I want to be your girlfriend (No Way!)
Hey Hey!
When I was finished the song, everyone clapped. I bowed, and then walked out of the studio. I had to do a photo shoot for the cover of my next album, so I was walking to Nudge's "office". She was in there on her laptop, typing away. I snuck up behind her to see what she was doing. She was on Facebook, instant messaging some kid named Iggy Jones.
"Who's Iggy Jones?" I asked from behind her, making her jump about a foot in the air.
"Max, don't do that!" she cried, quickly minimizing the window, with one hand over her heart.
"Who is he? You're secret boyfriend?" I asked, smirking.
"N-no. Actually he's a friend I know from Angel. Angel's brother Gazzy is friends with him and some guy named Fang, who is also a singer. He's also like really hot. He's got black hair and dark eyes, and he doesn't talk a lot, sorta like the opposite of me, huh? Anyway, apparently he wears a lot of black. How can someone wear just one color? That is so weird, if I had to wear just one color, I think I might-" I cut off the Nudge channel by slapping a hand over her mouth.
"Slow down. Now first of all, how do you know so much about him? Have you even met him?" I asked, hesitantly uncovering her mouth.
"Iggy and Angel have told me about him. But you two should totally date!" she said, and started babbling. I'm such a nice person I didn't bother to let you hear it though.
"Yeah, Nudge? I kinda need my ears not to start bleeding and fall off, yeah? Angel sent me to get my outfit for the photo shoot for the album."
"Oh! You will love it; I worked really hard on this outfit. It will look great on you. Put this stuff on and then I'll give you the accessories when you're done changing," said Nudge happily, shoving some clothes into my hands and pushing me behind a little screen.
I quickly put the outfit on. It was a black skirt that went down to about three inches above my knee with a black belt with metal studs on it, a plain white v-neck shirt with a pocket on left side, and a black cropped leather jacket. When I came out, Nudge handed me some strappy black heels with about a four inch heel. Then I sat in a chair while she handed me a silver necklace with a bunch of black and silver chains attached by a big silver circle and, some black bangles with chains going around them, and a simple black ring to go on my middle finger. Then she took me to her make up room and had me sit down, not looking in the mirror. After about half an hour Nudge turned me around and showed me what I looked like. I had heavy black eye shadow on my eyelids, mascara making my eyelashes look like they were a quarter inch longer, some blush, eyeliner, and some shiny lip gloss. She curled my hair so it looked like Angel's. I looked perfect.
"Thank you, Nudge!" I squealed, hugging her.
"Your welcome! Oh guys will be buying your CD just for the picture!" she said, squealing and letting go of me. Then she pushed me out the door and toward the direction of Angel.
I walked down the hallway and toward where the photo shoot was going to be. While I was walking down the hall Jimmy, the guitar player in the band was walking across the hall behind me. He wolf-whistled at me, and then I turned around and gave him the finger, then he started running. I started running after him, only to have some guy walk out in front of me and make me trip over my shoes (probably because of the heel). The guy caught me, and I looked up. He had long, dark hair that nearly fell over his right eye, dark eyes, and he was really muscular. He was also pretty tall. At least 6 feet. He was pretty hot.
"Thanks," I said, blushing at my own clumsiness.
"Yup," he said, let go of me, then walked off into another room. I started to wonder who the hell he was when Jimmy looked around the corner and made a face at me. I started chasing him again. I chased him until we got to the shoot, when he ran, jumped over a chair, then sat down at his drum set. I was still running when someone grabbed me from behind around my waist. I started to squirm, but then I turned around and realized who it was.
"Gazzy!" I cried, hugging him.
"Hey, Max! Long time no see? How's it going?" he asked, hugging me back. I let go, then looked at him. He looked basically the same. He and Angel were twins, so he too had blonde hair and blue eyes. He was about 5' 11", and was smiling at me.
"Good, except for your demon sister over there, ruining all my fun!" I said, laughing. Gazzy laughed along with me.
"Alright, Max, enough chit chat. Take your place by the mic stand, okay?" said the photographer. I nodded and walked over to the mic stand. The rest of the band members started showing up slowly, and then we did our poses. It took about an hour, and then we got a break. I walked over to the food table and grabbed a bottle of water.
"Hey, Max!" cried Angel from across the room. I walked over to see her standing next in between three guys, all taller then her. One was Gazzy; one was who I'm guessing was Iggy. He had blonde hair, but it was darker than Angel's and Gazzy's and darker blue eyes. He smiled at me as I walked over. And then the other one was the guy I ran into in the hall.
"So, Max, you know Gazzy, but this is Iggy," Angel said, pointing to Iggy, who held out his hand to me, which I took, and he kissed. "And Fang." Said Angel, pointing to the other one.
"We've met," he said, smirking.
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