This story is way not original, but I needed another story to write with amazing music sung by Fang.
All human.
Disclaimer-Don't will. Song- Na Na Na by My Chemical Romance.
Max 'Maximum' Ride- Deceased parents and brother. Sister- Ella Martinez(Will show up later) Lives alone in apartment. Just moved to NYC. Currently unemployed, Max goes job searching. Having been turned down by everywhere else she was looking, her only choice is Angel's, a popular bar, where she is hired as a waitress. 22
Nicolas 'Fang' Shadows- Only child, mother- Cary Shadows father-unknown. Lives in apartment with Gazzy and Iggy. Works with band (people of the band not important) at Angel's. 23
Adam 'Iggy' James- Parents live in Pennsylvania, names not mentioned. Only child. Lives with Fang and Gazzy. Works at the video store next to Angel's, works part time as a cook at Angel's. 21
Clarice 'Nudge' Jones- Mother- Alicia Jones Father- Kevin Jones Little sister- Melissa Jones (13) Lives with Angel in apartment. Unemployed. Goes to Angel's every night. 18
Angelica 'Angel' Paterson- Brother- Gazzy Paterson, Parents not mentioned. Lives with Nudge. Owner of Angel's. 25(She has to be older, she owns the bar.)
Garret 'Gazzy' Paterson- Sister- Angel Paterson, Parents not mentioned. Lived with Fang and Iggy. Works at video store next to Angel's. 20
Summery- Maximum Ride moves to New York with a hard past. In her job search, she finds a bar called Angel's is hiring. Having had previous jobs as a waitress, she applies. As she works there, she becomes closer to some of the staff and friends of the staff. She also makes a few enemies. She becomes especially close to Fang, the singer of the band Fight or Flight. Music. Will take suggestions. only Male songs. Fax/ Niggy/ Gella/ Angel/OC
Chapter 1- Flames of Hope
Taking a sip of the rather bland coffee, Max flipped another page in the newspaper. She sighed. There were no jobs that she qualified for.
An older lady came over. "Would you like your check now?" she asked.
Max nodded her head. She stood up and slipped on her plain, black jacket. The waitress came back over and handed her the check before walking over to another table. Max dug through her pockets, and she pulled out the three dollars for her coffee and two extra bucks. She walked out of the dainty coffee shop with her hands in her empty pockets.
Great, she thought, I'm broke, hungry and jobless. What else could go wrong? At that moment, the most cliche thing happened. A car went by, hitting a puddle. Muddy water splashed Max's jacket. She flipped off the taxi driver and continued her walk broke, hungry, jobless and wet.
She officially hated today.
Max unlocked the door to her small apartment. She groaned when she saw how dirty it was. How is it that I can live here for a week, and it's already like this? she asked herself. She slipped off her jacket and went into her closet. As she was pulling her Rhode Island University hoodie off the hook, her phone rang.
"Hullo?" she said, slipping the hoodie on.
"Hey, big sis!" said a girl's voice on the other end.
"Ella!" Max almost yelled. "How's college suiting you?"
"It's amazing! I have an awesome roommate, and I've made some new friend. OH! And there's this really cute- Shit! Gotta go!"
"Nice talking to you," Max whispered to the dial tone.
She went back to the door, slipped on her shoes and was out job hunting once again.
Max POV-
Unsuccessful. Again.
It was about nine and pretty dark. I couldn't find any places hiring. I was almost to my apartment when I had my opportunity.
"Fine! I quit!" A fake tanned, red haired girl yelled at the door to a bar. Angel's was the name. Looking around, I walked in. I looked around, finally spotting a lady about to walk into the Employee's Only room.
"Hey!" I said, ducking between people and pushing my way toward her.
"Oh! Yes?" She asked turning to face me. She had big, childlike blue eyes and curly blond hair. She was thin, but curvy.
"I couldn't help but notice that one of your employee's quit and, well... I was wondering if I could speak with the manager? If you're now hiring?"
The lady looked me up and down. "Okay, there are extra aprons back here, what you're wearing should suffice."
I beamed. "Really?"
"Yeah, I like you... What's your name?"
I chuckled slightly. "Max. Max Ride. I assume you're Angel?"
"The one and only."
I smiled again and followed her back to the Staff Room.
She opened a cabinet and pulled out an apron and pad of paper.
"Here you go, hun." She held it out to me, but right when I was about to grab it, she pulled it away. "How old are you?"
I laughed lightly. "I'm 22."
"Okay. Here you go." This time she actually handed it to me.
"Thanks. So, get started?"
She nodded. "Section B."
I walked out and got to work. The place was busy. My section was full.
It was going to be a long night.
It was about midnight, three hours into my unexpected shift, when a male's voice came from a stage that I hadn't noticed before. He was tall and thing, but muscular. He has black hair and obsidian eyes. He was wearing all black and he had a hoop nose ring. He was hot.
"Hey, Angel's. As most of you know, we're Fight or Flight. For all you newcomers," he winked at me, "I'm Fang. Fang Shadows. This is one of our new songs. It's called Na Na Na."
The drummer spoke into his mike:
Look Alive Sunshine
109 in the sky but the pigs wont quit
You're here with me
Dr. DeathDefying
I'll be you surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter
Pumpin up the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you live
A system failure for the masses
Anti-matter for the master plan
Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny
This ones for all you rock and rollers
All you crash queens and motivators
Listen up! The future is bulletproof!
The aftermath is secondary!
It's time to do it now and do it loud
KILLJOYS, MAKE SOME NOISE!
The guitarist and bassist started to "Na" along with the drummer.
(( Na-Na-Na... ))
Fang sang:
Drugs! Gimme drugs. Gimme drugs.
I don't need it, but I'll sell what you got,
take the cash and I'll keep it.
Eight legs to the wall, hit the gas, kill them all.
and we crawl! and we crawl! and we crawl!
You Be My Detonator!
Love! Gimme love. Gimme love.
I don't need it, but I'll take what I want from your heart
and I keep it in a bag, in a box, put an X on the floor
Gimme more! Gimme more! Gimme more!
Shut up and sing it with me!
They "Na"ed again as Fang sung.
(( Na-Na-Na... ))
From mall security,
(( Na-Na-Na... ))
To every enemy,
We're on your property,
Standing in V-formation.
(( Na-Na-Na... ))
Let's blow an artery,
(( Na-Na-Na... ))
Eat plastic surgery,
(( Na-Na-Na... ))
Keep your apology.
Give us more detonation!
((More. Gimme more
Gimme more))
Oh, let me tell you about the sad man.
Shut up and let me see your jazz hands.
Remember when you were a madman,
Thought you was BATMAN!
And hit the party with a gas can.
Kiss me you animal!
(( Na-Na-Na... ))
You run the company,
(( Na-Na-Na... ))
Fuck like a Kennedy,
(( Na-Na-Na... ))
I think we'd rather be
Burning your information.
(( Na-Na-Na... ))
Let's blow an artery,
(( Na-Na-Na... ))
They got really into the song. Jumping and dancing.
Eat plastic surgery
(( Na-Na-Na... ))
Keep your apology
Give us more detonation!
Fang said:
And right here, right now,
All the way in Battery City.
The little children, raise their open filthy palms, like tiny daggers up to heaven.
And all the juvie hall, and the ritalin rats,
ask angels made from neon and fucking garbage scream out!
"Why will save us?"
and the sky opened up ...
The guitarist sang:
Everybody wants to change the world, everybody wants to change the world.
But no one, no one wants to die.
Everyone repeated:
Wanna try?
Wanna try?
Wanna try?
Wanna try?
Wanna try?
Now!
I'll be your detonator!
(( Na-Na-Na... ))
(( Na-Na-Na... ))
Make no apology,
(( Na-Na-Na... ))
It's death or victory,
(( Na-Na-Na... ))
On my authority,
Crash and burn,
Young and loaded,
(( Na-Na-Na... ))
Drop like a bullet shell
(( Na-Na-Na... ))
Dress like a sleeper cell
(( Na-Na-Na... ))
I'd rather go to hell,,
Than be in purgatory.
Cut my hair.
Gag and bore me.
Pull this pin,
Let this world explode!
Everyone clapped. A few drunkards attempted to jump on stage, but they only managed to fall into a heap on the floor.
I smiled and got back to work.
"Hey cutie," an older man slurred. "Names Rob. What do ya' say we go back to my place? Havva little fun?"
"No, thanks, sir." See, the non-working me would've kicked this man's ass, but I needed to keep this job. I made good money in one night, and I need this money.
"C'mon babe. Y'know you wanna."
"Sir, back off," I warned.
He put his hand on my butt and squeezed.
I counted to four in my head before muttering, "Screw it," and pulling his arm behind his back.
"Listen, you pull a stunt like that with me again and your internal organs will become external, got it," I hissed in his ear.
He nodded, and I let him go. He scurried out the door.
I rubbed my forehead and turned around. Everyone was staring at me.
Angel stood on a table. "We're closing up early! Pay and leave."
There was a rustle as everyone rushed out. A few girls gave me high-fives which I returned.
I hung my head as I walked to Angel, a few more staff members around her.
"Sorry," I muttered.
"For why?" Angel asked.
"You have to find another waitress."
"You're quitting after one day?"
My head snapped up. I saw four people with Angel. A tall strawberry blond boy with gauges. A blond haired boy with spiked hair and big blue eyes like Angel's. A black girl with dark, curly brown hair and lots of curves. And then the singer from Fight or Flight.
"You mean, you're not firing me?" A spark of hope started in me.
"Of course not! That man always pulls stunts with that. Hopefully he never comes back."
A full flame of hope spread.
R&R?