Hey people of earth! It's me here, Mymortalromances with a new story.

So anyways it's the end of the school year for me and I was talking with my friend and we realised we have had some really awkward moments this year. So this is what I'm writing but the way the Maximum Ride characters would maybe react.

Disclaimer: I'm a girl... enough said.

*Max POV*

"Max, Max," A familiar voice stripped me of my dreams of a world where I didn't have to get up and face another horrifying day of school.

"Ella," I mumbled. "Five more minutes."

"No, Max, Mum said you have to get up, right now!" Ella exclaimed but I just rolled over and fake snored. "NUDGE! Get me the phone I need to call Fang and tell him we need him to get Max out of bed," She yelled down the hall.

My eyes shot open and I looked over at my half sister. "You wouldn't," I hissed, my voice holding a hint of a threat.

Ella let out a dry laugh as Nudge brought in the phone, her deep chocolate hair still askew from a tough night of sleep. "Oh," Ella responded. "I think all of us here know I would. What speed dial is he? One, two or three?"

"Fine," I murmured. I yanked my sheets over my head. "Call him, he won't come anyway."

"My, my. My darling Maximum you underestimate our dear friend," Ella said and I could imagine her sitting on the edge of my bed shaking her head, her brown hair flicking around and whipping her in the eye. "OW," Ella yelled. See, I'm just that good.

So it turned out that my 'awesome' sister did actually call Fang. How do I know? Well because about ten minutes after Ella left my room I heard the doorbell chime throughout the house. For the second time this morning my eyes flew open.

Please let it be the postman, I silently begged. Please let it be the postman. Obviously whoever's supposed to be looking out for me didn't like my request because within seconds of my wish there was another knock, this one was closer... THIS ONE WAS ON MY DOOR! So it was about that time where I really started to freak out but even then I didn't give up. I was determined to stay in this bed whether it killed me.

"Max," Fang called from the other side of the door. "Max, it's time to get up."

I didn't answer hoping that he would go away but then again the odds haven't exactly been in my favour this morning.

I heard my door open and close just as quietly. "Max," Fang said, this time right near my ear making me shiver. "You don't want me to tickle you do you."

I remained silent though I couldn't help but tense every muscle in my body. "It's coming," Fang said. "Are you ready?"

No, I wanted to yell but I didn't. I suppose I should explain why I didn't. Fang and I have had this competition since we first met. Mum calls it a stubborn pride thing but we think it's more. Basically we try to get the other to cave in by unruly torture but Fang realised after a few months that nothing affected me... almost nothing. Except tickling.

"Should we have a countdown?" he asked me even though he knew I wouldn't answer. "Was that a yes? Well okay then."

"5."

I can't give up. No matter what, I can't, I Won't.

"4."

But then again everyone has their limits, right? Who says that this can't be mine?

"3."

I say it's not. If I give in now he'll never let me live it down. I'll just have to suffer.

"2."

Oh my gosh. How long does it take to count down from five? I wish he would just get it over and done with already!

"1!"

I Sucked in a breath and tightened my muscles the slightest bit more than before hopping that I wouldn't be able to feel it and it would be fast.

Just another thing that didn't go my way today. Fang's hands moved quickly across my stomach but his fingers only just scraped from underneath the covers which I was somewhat grateful for. My laugh came out hysterical and I started to choke on the air but Fang still didn't stop.

"Fang," I choked. "Stop. Please."

"Will you get up?" He asked without ceasing the tickle attack.

"No."

"Then never!" He exclaimed. I squirmed under his grip for a good couple of minutes until he pulled back my covers when he stopped suddenly.

I looked up at him face to see it turning red as he stared at me before averting his eyes. I looked down at myself with confusion and then realisation.

As Fang silently got up and walked out of my room I threw my head into my hands. I was going to die, I knew it. For my best friend had just seen me in my underwear.

So here *motions around* is where I put my explanation.

So my best friend (like all of us) hates getting up in the morning so her sister has to wake her up each morning to get ready. So one day her mum said to her sister: 'if she doesn't get up just leave her and he (her best friend and boyfriend) can wait while she runs around the house getting ready in her underwear'. And with that this chapter was born.

Anyways so here's where some fanfic writers say if you give me *insert unreasonable amount of reviews here* reviews and I'll post the next chapter. Well I've been waiting for almost three months for one story to be updated because of that so I'm not going to (no offence to those who do it, I do see your reasoning it's just sometimes the figures are unreasonable). But still please review because, let's be honest, everyone likes to hear what people think of what they write.

Bye for now!

Bex.