Chapter 1
MAX
I pulled my baggy, black hoodie closer around my body and shivered, exhaling a frosty breath from my mouth as I walked through the Upper West Side in New York City. Adjusting my ear buds and setting my IPhone to shuffle mode, I smiled when I heard a song from my favorite band, 'The Flat Out's', come on.
'The Flat Out's' are one of the most popular bands on the globe, no joke. They came up out of nowhere in some random YouTube video and within two hours they went viral throughout every nation that had access to computers and then some record dealer saw them and offered them a National Tour. After that they lit up like freaking dynamite and then everybody bought there songs, went to their concerts, and dreamed about having the four beautiful boys of the band love them and never let them go. Their song's are all different, never the same genre, which makes them even more popular.
In order of heart-throb-ness (I don't care if it's not a word, I just invented it) from least to greatest, by the opinion of girls around the world, are the members of the worlds most popular band: Zephyr Walker (age 16), drummer, is the cutest and most innocent member of the band, everybody thinks he just flat out adorable, instead of being handsome and crush-worthy. Then there's Jacob Walker (Age 26), back up bass or guitarist, he's handsome for sure, with a great smile and some dirty brown hair that he has cut short, and he's a close third without a doubt. Next there's James Walker (Age 20), lead bassist and back up vocalist/rapper, with his trademarked goofy grin and spiked up blonde hair, that boy is one of the most sought after guys in the US of A, he's the 'funny boy' of the group, the one that makes girls melt when he says a joke or smiles. Last but not least, there is the teen heartthrob of the world (no joke, the world), Nick Walker (Age 20), lead guitarist and lead vocalist, the black haired, olive skinned, silent/unemotional rock of the band who has the most gorgeous voice of any person I've ever heard along with looks to match.
All of them are brothers, in case you were wondering.
They were in NYC this month on a tour and rumor has it that they'd bought an apartment somewhere in the city. And love crazed girls had flocked to the big apple with a desperate hope that they could win the heart of one of 'The Flat Out's' talented members. This is apparently the third day the band's been here and signs saying 'We love you, Nick' or 'Marry me James' or even 'Call me Nick! Here's my number!' and they'd actually write their phone number on the sign for all the creepers in the city to see. How stupid can you get?
I'm not one of those girls who pass out whenever they see a famous person. I don't get star struck or dazzled and I definitely don't want to pester them for an autograph or a picture or just spaz out all together.
My name is Maximum Martinez Ride. But if you call me anything but Max, I won't hesitate to punch you into next tuesday. I have dirty blonde hair that's so dark it might as well be called golden-brown and olive skin with freckles on my cheeks and nose. My eyes are brown and, according to my little sister Angel, look like those fancy French chocolates with the caramel in the center. I always have some sort of color on my nails, which I always cover with a black, white, or blue crackle. I won't be caught dead in any form of the color pink and I pity the soul who tries to get me into high heels. I've been singing every note possible since I could talk and I've been dancing for even longer (I can do anything from ballet to hip-hop to the freaking dougie). Preforming is basically my life.
Anyways, the street was dark and lit by warm colored street lamps as light and fluffy snow fell on the ground. My electric blue skinny jeans were doing nothing to protect against the cold and my checkered converse high-tops slipped slightly along the slushy sidewalk.
Here in the Upper West side, you can't really hear as much of the hustle and bustle of the city. It's quieter and safer than the grimier parts of the city that give NYC such a dangerous rep. I love my apartments location. It's within a walking distance of tons of shops and restaurants and the whole experience of the city.
One of my ear buds fell out of my ear and as I was about to put it back in my ear, a sound hit me.
A group of girls could be heard screaming excitedly around a block away from here. I couldn't make out what they were screaming I just knew that I didn't want to be a part of it.
I speed-walked the last ten feet until I got to my apartment buildings door and stuck my key into the lock. A light was on inside so I knew that my best friend Nudge was home and hopefully making food for me to eat. If she wasn't then I was not going to be very happy.
The screams got louder and I glanced up the street just in time to see a tall, dark figure come sprinting around the corner, heading in my direction. I fumbled with the doorknob, trying to scramble inside before whoever it was got anywhere near me. This city was full of crazy, dangerous people and this person was probably one of them.
I was just about to jerk open the door and lock myself inside of my warm house when a voice yelled from behind me.
"WAIT! Please help me!"
I whirled around in surprise to see a guy with a black hoodie, black shoes, and black jeans standing at the bottom of my apartment's steps that led up to the door.
"Please!" They said again. "I'm not a creeper, I promise! I'm just trying to keep a group of screaming girls off my tail!" He jerked his thumb at the approaching girls who'd just rounded the corner and looked completely crazed with signs reading something that I couldn't make out in the dark of the night and messy hair from running.
I gasped. "Who are you?"
The ecstatic screams grew louder and louder and I could hear the girls screaming something that sounded like. "NICK WE LOVE YOU!"
I gasped again. I couldn't be…
No. There was no way it was him.
The guy bounded up the stairs towards me and pulled down his hood to reveal the beautiful face of Nick Walker only inches away from mine.
Hey!
So this is my second story that I've posted on FanFiction. I know this is a really short chapter but if you guys review and tell me that you like it then I'll update a new chapter super duper soon! I really hope you guys like this! Please review and tell me if I should continue this story! I'm begging you to review!
Okay sorry about that rant... Oh and if you haven't read it yet, check out my other completed story The Final Ride!
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