Thank you for clicking on my story! This is technically my second fan fic, because my other story was a one-shot but whatever. In this story, Maximum Ride's mom marries Jeb who is a rich genetic scientists. After a short time of being in the new life, Max begins to doubt her trust in Jeb and starts to think he is dangerous. Along the way, Max makes new friends who she can come to trust for the first time. One of her friends becomes very close to her and she might just like him more than a best friend. Rated T for language and other factors.
Disclaimer: I was just listening to Paramore while eating yogurt. I don't think James Patterson likes Paramore or eats yogurt with a Disney princess fork so I must not be him. Just a guess.
I looked up at the new mansion we were moving in to, it literally wanted to make me puke my guts out. The neighborhood was so artificial that even the grass was fake! I could just imagine the people with fake bodies, overly applied make up, walking expensive dogs that were pampered as much as kings, etc etc. Our black Escalade parked in the driveway and the last thing I wanted to do was get out and join this new rich life that was forced in my face when my mom married some rich guy named Jeb Batchelder. Pretty snooty last name if you ask me. Anyway, he was some weird genetic scientist that got paid millions, met Mom through some friend and Bam- love at first sight or whatever, I don't really believe in that crap.
I got my suitcase and three bags and walked to the front door. Sweet Jesus, this porch was fricken high! The height was easily over 12 feet, I so wanted my room with a balcony, on the highest point. Most people don't like heights and I seriously don't know why because to me it feels like flying when I look down. Ah, sweet serenity. Jeb finally opened the door and we went in and all our jaws dropped (except Jeb's and Mom's), at the sight of the interior. It was even more grand than the outside (ha! Look at me, I said grand. This town in rubbing off on me, not good).
"Close your mouths or your gonna catch flies kids", advised Jeb as if this place had flies.
Now, how about a little description of our reactions? Basically, there were eyeballs and mouths all over the floor. It was pretty gruesome, I felt bad for the person who had to clean that up. Ok, so that didn't exactly happen but if our eyes went a little further out and our mouths a little lower down, it would have. Maybe.
"You guys can go explore around the house. There is a little barn in the backyard and a pool. All the furniture is set in the house and the fridge is packed with food if you get hungry. Don't ride the horses yet, they aren't exactly fit and I need to make sure their health is intact before you can ride them. There are three horses, one is Lucinda the white one, the brown one is Montrelle and the black one is Majesty," explained Mom. "Max, your motorcycle is going to be delivered in about an hour. Until then why don't you kids plan the way you want to decorate your rooms. That's the only place in the house that doesn't have furniture. Except the ceiling lamp."
I nodded and went my way up the stairs. It took me forever to find me room with all the corridors and hallways, jeez! This place was a fricken maze. Finally, I reached my room and opened it. Hmm, I guess no one lived here before us because there was no paint or anything. Just a white room with some dust. And was that a door with a curtain covering it? I walked forward towards the curtain/window/whatever. Yes! I got the room with the balcony! Wohoo! (Insert a very happy Max doing a very awkward happy dance).
Only then does Iggy decide to find his room which is right next to mine and I decided to so smartly leave the door open. "Max, I suggest you take dancing lessons. Your making me blind all over again," he exclaimed.
Oh yeah, Iggy's blind. Small detail I forgot to mention. But here's the thing, he can see things when the background is white and he has amazing senses. Hence him being able to see me dance, proclaiming that I need dance lessons and I was making him blind "all over again".
"If I dance so bad then why were you looking and memorizing each movement," I countered.
"Never mind.I am going to go now," Iggy backed out of the room blushing. Haha, I got him.
I spent the rest of the hour setting all my clothes in my closet and clearing the dust. My motorcycle was taking too long and I didn't want to wait anymore so I took Mom's van which was big enough to carry some furniture and other supplies. My destination was the mall. Yes, the mall. Don't hate me! It's not my fault that the only place with a furniture store is the mall. There are many reason for why I hate the mall (doesn't this sound like it belongs in an expository?). Reason one: I hate crowded places. Reason two: Too many hormonal teenage girls that giggle for every little thing. And last but not least- reason number three: Lissa (which sort of fits into reason number two).
Here is the "411". Me plus Lissa plus room equals Apocalypse. Literally. Lissa is the worst thing that happened to this world after the word Epic. The word Epic is the worst thing that happened to the world because its simply used too much and more 99.9 percent of the time, the situation or whatever is NOT epic in any way. So that is why Epic is the worst thing that happened to this forsaken world we live in.
Anyways, you are probably wondering why I hate Lissa so much. I'll tell you one word that will sum it all up and this word should click instantly with the name Lissandra Garcia, in that little brain of yours. The Word is slut. Yup, that's The Word. And will not go into further detail at the moment.
I made my into the mall, instantly heading in the direction of the furniture store. Guess what the name of the store was? Furniture. I wonder what they sell there. Hmm, maybe potatoes? Tomatoes? I don't know and this is not good because I am using sarcasm on myself, in my head too!
"Well, well, well. Look what made its way into the mall," said an incredibly high pitched and annoying voice.
My muscles tensed and I turned slowly to face the one and only, ladies and gentlemen get your tomatoes ready- Lissandra Garcia!
"Today's not my day Lissa. I suggest you keep your distance. This mall is big enough for the two of us so go to your Victoria's Secret and I'll go to my destination," I spit my words out through clenched teeth.
"Oh no, Maxie. This mall isn't big enough for both of us. I mean, it would be, but your butt's a little too big." By now there was a small crowd.
I smiled sweetly at Lissa. "What you call a "big" butt is what I call being fit and not an anorexic-slash-bulimic, insecure, wannabe, bitch who's future I see is working as a bar dancer with so many illnesses that no one can count that high. Really, you've had "boyfriends" since you were in first grade. You have had a lot of practice so I think you will succeed at your career."
Lissa's face was flushed with rage but I could tell she was having trouble thinking of a comeback. "At least I can get a boyfriend!"
That last remark made me laugh. "Oh, hunny. If you go out with a guy for two days, that doesn't make you his girlfriend."
"What would you now, tomboy?" Now that made me snap.
With my death glare set in place, I slowly walked to Lissa until I was inches away from her. This is the kind of situation where I am grateful I am 5 9". Lissa cringed under my death glare and height. I pulled my arm back and pushed forward with all my might, direction: straight for Lissa's fake nose. She stumbled and fell back, her posy instantly behind her, taking out Kleenex and make up.
I walked to where Lissa was sitting on the floor, covering her bloody nose. "Next, time I tell you 'today's not my day', keep your distance or your nose won't be the only thing broken," I hissed making my voice cold as ice.
Before I left on my way to Furniture, my eye caught one specific black haired boy with piecing obsidian eyes. He was watching my every move, this sort of annoyed me but at the same time I felt like- blushing? Wow, I've lost it but, technically, I never had it! The boy continued to stare at me even when I was five yards away. I waved frantically in a motion of getting him to stop looking. My wave made him turn suddenly and- blush? Which was weird because he didn't seem like the blushing type. Hmm... not a blusher, eh? He actually looked pretty cute, scratch that this guy was hot! And now I sound like a hormonal teenage girl that belongs in a mall.
Anyways, the guy was dressed in a black shirt, black leather jacket, black jeans and you guessed it, black vans. Too much black for one person is you ask me. I didn't know his name and my brain told me I didn't need to because I was probably not going to see him again any time soon. Yet, my gut was telling me that I was destined to be friends with him. Okay, destined is a big word that I don't use a lot and is weird. Another thing that's weird is that my body parts are talking to me. I have lost it negative 14 times (negative because I never had it).
In a matter of minutes I made my way into the store and looked around for a bit. I also needed to go to Wal-Mart for paint and other stuff. My priority here was a bed, a bedside table and maybe extra things. If you haven't figured it out yet, Jeb is richer than the author of Harry Potter which is richer than the fricken queen of England (its true look it up on Google)! To prove just how rich this guy is, he gave everyone three-fricken-thousand dollars! Even Angel! Coconuts, what is a ten year old girl supposed to do with three thousand dollars? I don't know. In Furniture I found a bed that was black with black sheets and purple pillows. As soon as I saw it, an idea formed in my head. The idea was to buy black and purple spray paint in Home Depot and spray "MAX" across the black bed sheet in purple paint. Then, I spray "Life" in cursive, on one of the big pillow, in black paint. On the other big pillow, I would spray "Goes" in cursive, in black paint. Finally, I would spray "On" in cursive on the smallest pillow that goes in between the two big pillows, in black. Life goes on, my motto. It really helps me because thanks to those three little words, I have better perspective on life. Thanks to those three little words, I am never embarrassed, I am crazy, and I especially don't care about the shit that people think about me. Now, if its what someone says about me, then that someone is going to get there butts kicked into next week. That'll teach them!
The bed cost one thousand and would be delivered that same day. I told them to make the delivery for 7:00 p.m because I wanted to make sure I was all set. Next I went to Home Depot and bought black paint, purple paint, and the black and purple spray. I also found a plain white bed-side table with two drawers. My plan was to put things like my wallet (when it wasn't in my pocket or bag), cell phone things, I-pod and all the other stuff except underwear.
I decided to buy a lava lamp, a lamp for my bed-side table and a ceiling fan with lights. The purpose: lava lamps are cool, I like to read so I need a lamp on my table (cue gasp because the Maximum Ride loves to read) and I need light for my overall room and it needs to be a fan because it might get hot.
Sadly, I was getting tired and it was 4:30 but I still wanted to finish today. Wal-Mart was my next destination which is where I bought a desk, a desk chair, rugs (one for my room and one for my bathroom), a small bathroom garbage can, bathroom curtain (purple with black roses), bathroom set which contained containers for soap, hair things (shampoo, conditioner, etc), tooth brush and other things. The rest of the things I bought were for my medicine cabinet (which no I do not put medicine in) and extras for my room. In the end, I had a spare three hundred dollars because I knew how to save and look for the deals.
It was about 5:30 when I got home. I took out my phone and texted Iggy to get his butt down here before I kicked it down here. He made it in a matter of minutes that I forgave because we were all getting used to this lifestyle of richness and mansions. Unfortunately, Iggy isn't the strongest person around and took forever.
"You know, I need to get this up before they deliver my bed at seven-freaking-P.M," I yelled.
"Hey, I'm doing you a favor so I suggest you don't give me that tone Maxie."
"Actually, your not. Your are demanded to do this unless you want your ass to be one big purple bruise. So, keep walking!"
We finally got everything out of Mom's car and into my room and my motorcycle was delivered around five-forty-five. I started with the wall where my bed was going to go so that I was ready when it was delivered and it wasn't a hassle to paint the wall afterwords. I painted the walls in the pattern purple, black, purple, etc. Then, I did spiral shapes with the opposite color. It looked pretty cool and I actually liked it. Haha, and I thought I didn't have any artistic talent.
When I was done with the walls, I painted the drawer black with purple paint splattered on it without a specific style or pattern. I did the same with the desk except I made it purple with black splattered on it. The paint dried pretty quick so everything was read when the bed was delivered. It took about half an hour.
I took out the bed black bed sheet and spray "MAX" across it with the purple spray and added random sized circles around it. Then, I moved on to the pillows and wrote my motto in black paint in cursive. After, I made my bed and it looked really good.
Moving around the furniture until I found it comfortable, I then set the rugs and lamps and other things I bought for my room. The extras included a poster of Paramore for the outside of my room and a poster of Black Veil Brides and Escape the Fate for the inside. I may or may not have mentioned this before but no, I am not emo I just enjoy my music, don't judge.
I then finished with the bathroom and everything. My muscles ached and I was on the verge of moaning in pain. A hot bath sounded like a little piece of heaven all for me. The thought was so tempting the my muscles almost stopped aching and I ran to get a tank top and shorts (my pajamas) and my fuzzy slippers. Setting my clothes and towel, I got into the shower and put the water as hot as possible which isn't an idea I recommend after the experience because my skin burned under the again must I mention that I need to get used to the lifestyle of the rich because apparently, the rich don't have to wait for cold water to be transferred to hot water.
Showers. Are. Magical. Ah, how soothing they are. Showers aren't only for taking bath, they are a place to think, relax, sing without being embarrassed and much more. Speaking of singing, I had a song stuck in my head and I really wanted to sing it so I am going to do it now!
I opened my mouth and started:
Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangcock to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark
I finished singing and was done with my shower. Grabbing my black towel and wrapping it around my body, I stepped outside of the shower, into the steam filled bathroom. I dried quickly and dressed. Exhausted from a day's work, I jumped in my bed not caring that my hair was wet because I never get sick and it surprisingly looks really good even when I don't wash it.
My last thought before I fell asleep: I want bacon tomorrow.
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Also, the song Max sang is I Will Follow You Into The Dark by Death Cab For Cutie.
I will include songs in the story every now and then buy I promise you this is NOT song fanfic or whatever its called.
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