A/N: This is my first FanFic. Hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 1: Redecorating Life, and My Room
Max's P.O.V.
Ugh. I've moved from Connecticut to Vermont to Washington and now I'm moving to–wait for it–Colorado! Okay, I love to ski, but honestly I just got my license! Now I have to take the stupid test again? Pff… Life sucks. SEE THAT JACOB? OH, YEAH! TEAM EDWARD ALL THE WAY! Oh, sorry, I'm ranting– aren't I? I get it from Ella, my half-sister, and Monique, most commonly known as Nudge, who was adopted. There both 13. They never stop talking, and it's always about random stuff, like today, in the car. "ZOMG! Ella, what if ketchup and mustard, were like, alive? Would they get married?" Nudge boasted.
"No, no, no. Ketchup and relish all the way!" Ella argued.
"How 'bout we agree to disagree and SHUT UP?" I glared, which shut them the insert-swear-word-of-choice up. Nudge frowned, and Mom pulled into the driveway. The new driveway. Ugh. Nudge and Ella got out and opened the U-Haul, while I stayed in the car. My mom was walking over so I pretended to be asleep. She nudged me, and I grumbled. Angel, my ten year old sister, was here with my aunt. It was Angel's birthday weekend, so she went shopping with her. Mom told her sister she was free to go, but could visit anytime. They hugged, and Aunt Lacy (that's her name) left. Angel, who I should've said was 11, got her stuff. I pretended to wake up, and trudged to the U-Haul. I grabbed the tote of my art supplies and wall paint, and headed into the house. Their were 7 rooms, and each of us had two, besides Mom. I had one in the basement for my art and music stuff. I have to admit, the house is HUGE. I set the art supplies down, and took the wall paint to my room. I promise you, we are not rich. I chose my room, and it was, um... Huge. Angel picked the room next to me, and the bathroom connected our room. Nudge and Ella shared a room, and Mom had the room next to them. I picked up my paint and began to paint the walls black and purple. One wall would be black, the two surrounding would be purple, the two by the purples would be black. The one in between would be black. It took one hour to paint each wall, and I still had the ceiling to do. Where each wall would connect to the ceiling I would paint a strip the opposite color until it hit the middle. In the middle would be light brown wings the got darker as you neared the tips with hints of black and purple. On the black walls I would have dots of bright color painted with spray paint. On the purple wall, I just spray painted stencils I had. One of a skateboarder doing an Ollie, one of a guy kicking another guy in the head, and one of a guy jumping in the are with a guitar. I must say, my room rocked. It took eight hours, but it was worth it. About 30 minutes after I finished, Mom called dinner. I was starved. I had skipped lunch while painting. "How are your rooms looking?" Mom asked.
"You can look at mine if you want, but it will only be this time because I told you you could," I said, pretending I was the mom. Ella giggled and replied, "We can? Thanks, Max! With you being an artist an all, I bet it's awesome!"
"Um… Thanks," I said. Mom and the girls all darted to my room. Mom was shocked and the girls just grinned. "This. Is. Awesome," Nudge said. Oh, that reminds me! My name is Max, I'm 16 years old, and my life is hectic.
Fang's POV
FANG!" Iggy called. "DYLAN TEXTED ME!" Iggy was my best friend who practically lived at my house. He was weird, and he acted super girly when it made sense. "Okay, Ig, what's he want?" I said, passing my daily word limit for the day already.
"He said he saw a car pull up at the house across the street! You know, the really big one?" he said.
"Really?" I said, expressionless. I keep up this whole mysterious act, I don't know why, I just always have. It freaks some people out, including me on most occasions. "Yeah! 1, 2… Three girls walked out! One looks our age and she's– WOW– the other two are about Gazzy's age… The other one looks barely in middle school," Iggy gaped at the sight of the one girl. I have to admit, if I were him and didn't have a mysterious rep, I would've too. She was… I don't know how to describe it. And I'm an expressionless nutcase... so... yeah.
"Let's meet them, idiot!" Iggy screamed.
"SHUT UP!" I replied. "I'M COMING!" Again, expressionless. So, Iggy was waiting at the door. He opened it, and walked outside. He walked all stupid and show-off-ish. The one girl, the one our age, walked over toward us. "What's up? We don't buy Girl Scout cookies," she muttered. I smirked. Iggy just laughed, being the idiot he is.
"Oh, we don't want your service, we just want your number," he responded.
"Oh, okay, well stick out your arm. Kay? I'll write it." She got out a pen, and wrote:
555-NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN.
I smirked, again, and said, "Nice." She jumped back, as if surprised. I have that effect on chicks. "EMO DUDE TALKS!" she spat out. Then, Iggy stepped in front of me. "He isn't Emo, and yeah, he talks. Sometimes. So... where's your room?" he smiled.
She slapped him, and said, "This way, go ahead. Ladies first." I think I like this girl.
A/N: I hope you liked it! The next chapter is Fang, and Max's point of view. I think. The won't have started school yet, that will be the third chapter. The second is Max, Angel, Nudge, and Ella just getting to know everyone. Don't worry, Fax lovers, it will come! Just not yet! Review please! I won't be those people who give you a review limit for a chapter! Oh, and I will answer questions you have so far next chapter, okay? (I started it already, but I'll add them in!) Oh, and Iggy isn't blind.
~Maximum-Games
