Okay, my second fanfic for Maximum Ride, this one is all human, no wings or cool powers, all the same ages as in the first five books (14, 14, 14, 11, 8, 6) Quick synopsis: Max and Fang are best friends, Max is dating Dylan, Fang is dating Lisa, Valencia is married to Jeb, Ella and Iggy are dating, Gazzy and Angel are siblings, Max and Ella, Iggy is an only child, and Nudge and Fang are siblings. Iggy is not blind, but he has glasses and cannot see without them, he's like Velma from Scooby-Doo. The rest you'll get in the story. First chapter I have planed, out I have no clue where to go after that, it will just form itself as the story goes on and as I get new ideas, it will probably turn into a songfic, just warning you if you don't like those….enjoy, hope you like it.

"Hey, wake up." I heard a familiar voice but couldn't make it out. I just ignored it and rolled over. "Max. Get up." I heard the voice again, this time a nudge came with it. I groaned.

"Max, somebody, and I think you know who, is here for you, get your ass out of bed." I tried to gather my thoughts. Ella. Sister. Somebody here. Saturday morning. Too early.

I rolled over on my back and looked at Ella, my sister…or…half sister, I guess. Same thing, you get the point. "What?" I asked, annoyed.

"Dylan." She said plainly with an amused look on her face.

"What about Dylan?" Dylan is my boyfriend, he moved here about a year ago and we've been dating since then.

"He's here, wants to see you." I looked at the clock. 8:37AM.

"Why so early?" I got out of bed to find some clean clothes then stopped because 1. I don't feel like getting them and 2. I don't care if anyone sees me in sweatpants and an old shirt stained with something I can't quite make out, I'm pretty sure it's grape juice.

"Max, it's almost 9, it's not early." She said as I put my sock monkey slippers on.

"Early to me." I said a little delirious.

I walked down the hall into the kitchen and there was the whole family plus our neighbors, Gazzy and Angel, I guess mom agreed to watch them for the afternoon while their parents are out. I didn't see Dylan.

"Hey kids." I said when the looked up.

"Hey Max." They said in unison. Immediately Angel went back to her coloring book and Gazzy focused on some video game he had.

"Um…Ella you said Dylan was here." I said looking into the living room and around the corner to see if maybe he was in there.

"He's not." She said simply and shrugged. I raised my eyebrows in question. "Mom told me to wake you up and I figured that was the fastest way to get you out of bed." She said taking a bite of her bagel.

I looked at my mom. She raised her hands in defense, "I swear it wasn't my idea, I just told her to wake you up, not how." I nodded my head as I took out the cereal.

"Any plans for the day?" My dad asked, not taking his eyes off of the newspaper.

"Fang, Iggy, Ella, J.J., Sam, and I are going to the beach." I said with a mouth full of Corn Flakes.

"Not Dylan or Lisa?" My mom asked. Even though she already knows that Lisa hates me and Dylan hates Fang. When you live in small-town Arizona, everybody knows everybody's business.

"That would not end pretty." Ella said rolling her eyes.

"Oh, that's right, I forgot, you don't like Lisa." She said.

"It's not that I don't like Lisa, Lisa doesn't like me." And she doesn't, truly hates me. Same reason Dylan isn't exactly fond of Fang. Fang and I are best friends, Lisa is beyond jealous of me, thinks I am "a major threat to their relationship" according to her. And Dylan just doesn't like knowing that my best friend is someone all the girls fall for at school.

"Max, they'll be here in 15 minutes, you'd better get ready, and you know how Sam gets." Ella said. True, I love Sam, great guy, great friend, he just gets annoyed with me easily when we have plans on any morning and I take to long.

"Alrighty then." I slurped down the rest of the milk at the bottom of the bowl and headed down the hall. That's one thing I liked about this house. My room was on the ground floor, right next to the bathroom I have officially claimed as mine because I'm the only one who ever uses it. It's just a small hallway, my room, a guest room, the door to the basement, and a bathroom, I'm the only one who's ever near that hall.

I dug through the mess of stuff on my closet floor until I found my bathing suit, just a simple black and blue Speedo I found for ten bucks at T.J. Maxx. I slipped it on and dug through the mountain of my clothing until I found an oversized shirt I could use to just throw on over the suit.

I grabbed a back pack on the top of the shelf and threw all the necessities in; towel, sun block, iPod, phone, and a book just in case. I ran my brush through my hair until most of the tangles were out.

"Hello?" I heard a voice. It was Fang's, most of us, and by most of us I mean all of my close friends, have come accustom to just coming in our house and yelling until they hear a voice that lives here.

"Hey! Be right out!" I yelled back quickly swishing some mouth so it seemed like I brushed my teeth.

"Is anyone here?" I asked coming out of the bathroom.

"Not yet." He saw my expression, "Not even Sam. I know, it's a first."

"Want a water?" I asked, even though I had already tossed a bottle his way.

"Jeez, give me a little warning, will ya?" He said laughed catching the bottle before it hit him.

"Sorry, just a habit." I got out bottles for the rest of us.

"Of throwing water bottles at people?"

"Obviously." I said sarcastically as Ella came down from her room.

"Heya Fang." She said cheerfully.

"Hi Elle"

"Iggy isn't here?" She asked, just as Iggy was walking in.

"Now I am." He said right on cue, like it was rehearsed. He walled over to Ella and gave her a kiss.

Gazzy and Angel both "ewed" in unison. I choked on my water, Fang chuckled, Iggy glared, but Ella found it funny.

"Okay, we ready to go? Where's Sam?" He asked finally realizing he wasn't the last one to show up.

"Not here." Ella answered.

"Huh." He thought about that.

"I think he was picking up J.J. on the way, maybe she's taking a while." I pointed out.

"True." This was the good thing about Sam, he will be a junior when school starts up again, so he's the only one of us with a license. J.J. will be a sophomore, Fang, Iggy, Dylan, Lisa and I will be freshmen, and Ella is starting eighth grade.

Anyway, because Sam is the one with the license, he's the one stuck driving us around everywhere. Though there are six of us, and five seats. He has his own small car, with five seats, the two in the front, then a row in the back, there's a small trunk space behind the back row that one of us always gets stuck in.

"So how's Nudge?" I asked Fang, just to make conversation.

"Good, she's doing something with her room this week. There's paint and brushes and tape, decorations, and a bunch of other crap all over the place." He responded seeming a bit annoyed, but amused.

"Sounds like something she'd do." I laughed. Nudge was very artsy. Loved fashion, style, and from what I've heard, in the art room at school all the time, after school, and multiple periods a day. She's in sixth grade, Fang's little sister.

He went to say something else when J.J. came barging in. "Sorry we're late!" She yelled as she walked into the kitchen with an annoyed Sam behind her.

"Somebody," He said looking at J.J., "Woke up a little late." He seemed annoyed, but couldn't help but smile. Maybe it's because everyone loves J.J.

"What do you mean by 'a little'" Fang asked making air quotes around "a little."

"He knocked on the door and I woke up." J.J. explained. We all laughed.

"Anyway, we ready to go?" Beach time is awaistin'" Iggy said sliding down the island counter we have and jogging out of the door. We all stopped and ran out to beat him to the car. Nobody likes being stuck in the trunk with most of the crap we take with us. Sam gets an automatic out because he's the only driver we have. And J.J. being his girlfriend gets automatic shotgun.

Iggy ran to the backseat door as I pushed him out of the way and pulled the handle. It was locked.

"You cheated." Iggy remarked like a four year old.

"You owe me one, last week you pushed me and made me bleed." I responded in an equally childish tone. I pointed at the scab on my arm to make my point, the scab that he gave me from pushing me onto the pavement. I had another scar on my knee from then too, but figured I wouldn't rub it in too much.

"Touché. Truce?" He stuck out his hand.

"In your dreams. SAM! OPEN THE DOOR!" I yelled, even though he wasn't too far away from me. There's a good chance I busted an eardrum.

He clicked a button to unlock the car, I opened the door and dove in to get and dove to the side. Ella slid in right behind him. Fang, of all people, was left behind.

"Ha, sorry Fang, you've got the trunk." Iggy said in a very cocky tone, with a smirk on his face.

"Hey Ig, where's your bag?" Fang asked leaning over into the door.

"What do you mean?" He asked, smile fading.

"Towels, snacks, it's not here." Now Fang was the one with the smile.

"Crap." Then Iggy realized he'd left it in the house. Ella got out to let Iggy get out, slid back in, and Fang took Iggy's spot. By this point, we where all pretty much hysterical.

As I was calming down my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID. It was Dylan. I went to answer, but Ella must have seen it as well, so she grabbed the phone out of my hand and gave it to Fang so I couldn't reach it.

"What was that for?" I demanded.

"Forget it." Ella said, very seriously. "Stay with us for once, no Dylan whatsoever. You don't see Fang talking to Lisa twenty-four seven."

"Well…I did break my phone last week. It's due for an upgrade next week so I'll get a new one then." She reasoned.

She turned to glare at him, "Not. Helping." She turned toward me, "seriously, enjoy the day, forget about stupid Dylan." That's another thing, no one really likes Dylan, he doesn't realize it, but most of my friends don't like him…at least my close friends. But he doesn't know this, and I'm not going to be the one to tell him.

The phone was silent. Fang went to give it back, but when I went to take it he pulled back, "No more Dylan?" He asked, but meant it as a rhetorical question. He was telling me.

"No more Dylan." I promised, took my phone back just as it beeped to let me know I had a message.

"Max…." Ella warned, and I dropped it into my bag.

"You know, we really do hate him." She said, refusing to look at me.

I sighed. "I know." I've heard it a million times. But this time, it really stuck.

Okay, hope you liked it. Please give me feedback so I know if I should keep going or not.

~XxIgnorancexX~