DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MAXIMUM RIDE.
Max's POV
I throw on a pair of black studded shorts, a tattered t-shirt that read, "Yes, I'm a zombie", and my black combat boots. My dirty blonde hair is fixed up as nice as it ever gets and I'm wearing the only make-up I ever put on, red lipstick.
"MAX, ARE YOU READY?" I hear a familiar voice ask from downstairs.
"AS EVER." I call back, then, someone taps the back of my leg. I turn around to see Angel, my little sister standing there, her big, innocent, blue eyes fixed worriedly on me.
"Where are you going, Max?" She asks, her voice trembling.
"To a show. A concert. I'll be back though don't worry."
"You're not going to leave like Daddy, are you?" Our dad left a few months ago. I've been trying to put it out of my head as much as possible, but just the slightest reminder brings tears to my eyes. I'd seen it coming, but tried to ignore the signs. My nightmares are filled with memories of that horrid night. The image of Angel begging him not to leave and clinging to his leg as he walked out the door and my mother standing there, blank-faced, as I screamed at her to stop him, to help us, as a sobbed.
I blink a few times and clear my throat dramatically before talking again. "No, of course not, Sweetheart. I could never leave you, Ange. I'll be back in a few hours. If Momma asks tell her I'm out with Ella and Nudge for Nudge's birthday, okay?
She nods and stretches her arms out to me, a sign that she wants me to pick her up, so I do and give her a big kiss on the head before telling her I love her and that she needs to get to bed.
When I get downstairs Nudge is there waiting for me and looking very cross.
"What took so long? Ella and I have been waiting here forever. At this rate we'll miss the whole concert. You said you were ready what happened? And look at that shirt you're wearing. You can't wear that. You have to wear an Atomic Republic t-shirt. We're going to see their concert, remember?"
"Nudge…Nudge...NUDGE!" The third time I call her name she finally stops blabbing and lets me protest her accusations. "I don't own an Atomic Republic t-shirt and I had to say goodnight to Angel. She was scared again." I can't look Nudge or Ella in the eyes when I say this because I'm so ashamed of my "family situation". Nudge and Ella are the only people, outside of my family, who know about my dad.
Ella gives me a sympathetic smile even though I've told her I don't want her sympathy because it makes me feel like I'm not "right", that my imperfect family faults me, but she can't help it she's too nice of a person.
"C'mon, you can buy a t-shirt there. I bet they'll have something cute for Angel, too." Ella says linking her arm with mine and pulling me out to her brand-new light blue Volkswagen Beetle.
Fang's POV
I'm dressed in dark blue skinny jeans, a dark grey v-neck, and a black leather jacket while Iggy, my twin brother, is dressed in light blue skinny jeans, a light grey v-neck, and a white leather jacket. Our manager, Steve, likes to show-off the fact that even though we're twins, we're polar opposites. Where Iggy has pale skin mine is olive. His hair is strawberry blonde while mine is pitch black. His eyes are almost white they're such a pale blue while mine have hardly any white because they're such a dark brown.
Iggy and I are seventeen-year old rock stars along with our younger brother, Gazzy, and our older brother, Rebel. Gaz is sixteen and plays the drums as well as he plays the part of a drummer. He has golden blonde hair that is never seen not spiked up (I swear even in his baby pictures his hair was gelled), big blue eyes, and tan skin like a surfer. He's the only one out of the four of us that is adopted, but you wouldn't think it. He's got just as much musical talent the rest of us, acts like a miniature Iggy and none of us look alike at all so its not like his physical features would need to be changed to pass as our blood brother. Rebel is nineteen years old and plays the bass. He has brown curly hair, hazel eyes, and pale freckled skin. He's the "shy guy" in our band. Hangs out by Gazzy playing bass with a sly smile that many reporters have asked for the meaning of. He's the only one in our band who has a girlfriend so don't think about falling for him. They're already practically engaged.
"Nick!" Iggy calls interrupting my thoughts. Fang is my family nickname. Everyone I really know calls me Fang but fro the band I go by my real name Nick. The same goes for Iggy: James, Gazzy: Ryan, and Rebel: Alex.
"What's up?" I ask.
"We're on in five."
"Got it." I say as I grab my all black electric guitar and warm-up a little before setting up my mic and heading to the edge of the stage. I bounce on the balls of my feet anxiously awaiting the show. Normally I'm cool and collected. My emotions hidden, but I always get excited before a show.
The stadium lights turn off and we run on stage. Energy pulses through the crowd as they wait for the first strum of a guitar or beat of a drum. Then all in one second the stage lights are flashing and Gazzy's pounding away on the drums and my fingers are strumming a familiar tune while my voice sings the familiar words.
Iggy- italics
Fang- bold
All- regular
You're insecure,
Don't know what for,
You're turning heads when you walk through the door,
Don't need make-up,
To cover up,
Being the way that you are is enough,
Everyone else in the room can see it,
Everyone else but you,
Baby you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,
But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell,
You don't know,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,
If only you saw what I can see,
You'll understand why I want you so desperately,
Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe,
You don't know,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,
Oh oh,
That's what makes you beautiful
The audience is freaking out by the end of the song. Girls are squeezing their way up to the stage and pining for our attention. Except for one. One girl is standing right up next the stage with a girl on either side of her squealing in her ears and trying to get her to join them in their miniature freak out session but she's just laughing and blowing them off. Having a blast just being herself. She is by far the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She has long dirty blonde hair that looks perfectly messed as if she's beautiful without even trying. She sports bright red lipstick, an "Atomic Republic" t-shirt and a pair of black studded cut-off shorts. I play the rest of the concert staring at her. My dream girl.
When the concert is over I feel empty. Like something, someone, is missing. After a concert I'm usually high on adrenaline and ready for an intense after party but now all I want is to find my girl.
I pack up my guitar and get ready to head out with such lack of enthusiasm that even Ryan, the most unobservant person in the world, comments on it.
"So, are you going to tell your big brother what's going on?" Iggy asks. He likes to rub it in my face that even though we're twins he's "older".
"Big brother by two minutes and definitely not more mature," I retort. "I'll tell you what's going on but don't tell Gazzy or Rebel."
"Ok, sure."
"I think I've found the girl of my dreams. I haven't talked to her yet or seen her outside of a concert, but she was in the audience during the show and I swear she was the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on."
"What about Jennifer?" Iggy asks, bringing me back to the reality that my life is not my own.
"She's just for show. A girlfriend for the press. I can have a real relationship with out all that. Just two real people living real lives and having real dates and, for one second, not being famous."
"Whatever you say, dude. It's not like you're ever going to see that girl again, anyways," Is Ig's only response.
I shrug. He's right, but I don't want to say it out loud.
I run down the back stairs to the limo, but when I run out the back door I run smack-dab into the girl from the show. This should be a moment of excitement and a chance at true love, but I did just knock her flat onto the concrete. Not the best time to say, 'Oh, by the way, I was staring at you the entire show in a very stalkerish way and was wondering if you would like to go out for coffee someday this week. Or, whenever you get over the concussion that I just gave you. You know, whichever you prefer.'
"Oh, my god, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
"Oh, yeah. Just dandy. It's not like I just received a sever head smashing from the concrete or anything." She replies sarcastically.
"At least you've still got a sense of humor. That's a good thing. I'm going to call an ambulance now, okay?"
Just then the two girls that were standing with "my girl" (that's what I'll call her until I find out what her name is) turn the corner of the building and spot me crouched next to her. They come launch themselves at me just as my brothers open the door behind me. Looks like we're in for lots of fun tonight.
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SONG(S): WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL- ONE DIRECTION