I was looking back at this story, and I realized that there's really no reason why I end each chapter after one specific scene. Not necessary! So this is the revised version of It Must Be Fate.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, to put it bluntly...
MPOV
"But every song is like crystal, maybach, diamonds on your timepiece, jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash..."
Ugh. I really don't know why my alarm is one of own songs. Seriously. But that's what Jeb wants, so that's what I do. Gotta keep a job, right?
My bedroom door flew open.
"Maximum! Get up, get up, get up!" Today's VERY BUSY! Jeb's party is tonight! Get up, get up, get up!"
"SHTAMP IT AMANDA!" I screamed. Pesky assistant. I rolled out of bed... Onto the floor.
Epic fail.
Ten minutes later I'm downstairs, and an older looking man with brown hair and glasses is looking at me sternly.
"Maximum, I expect you to take this seriously. You have no friends or romance in your life. Tonight's your chance. All of my clients will be there. Make friends, hook up, I don't even care as long you do something other than sit around and talk back to the adults." Jeb lectures.
"And if I don't?" I reply, smirking.
"You HAVE to Maximum. I'm your manager, and you will do as I tell you!" He screams back, standing up and glaring at me. Woah. Someone's in a bad mood today.
I just sit there and glare at him until he sits back down.
"Look, Maximum, I'm sorry. Just... try, ok?"
"Alright, Jeb, I'll try." I sigh in defeat.
But I won't try. I think we both know that. I mean, I would, but all the other pop stars are complete snobs or complete idiots. Or, you know, both.
That's right. I said pop star. Because that's who I am. I'm Maximum Ride, international pop star, with the maturity of a high schooler... And they wonder why I have no friends.
FPOV
"Yo, get up!"
I just rolled over. Like, no thanks life, I think I'll stay in bed.
"YO FANG GET UP!"
"Dude! Seriously, Ryan, leave me alone."
"Sorry, bro. Busy day. Can't let you sleep all day."
I promptly fell back asleep... Until I felt something. On my face. Something wet. And cold. Did he...
I squinted open one eye and saw Ryan, my personal assistant (PA) standing over me with an empty bucket.
He did. FML.
5 minutes later I'm wondering what the hell I got myself into. I mean, really. I know Jeb, my manager, said I had to get out more and all, but a celebrity party? This has GOT to be a joke.
"But there's one sound, that no one knows... WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?!"
Great. Now that song is going to be stuck in my head all day. I mean, couldn't Iggy have programmed one of his less annoying songs as his ringtone? I glanced down at my phone:
Iggy: Hey man, u going to jebs party tonite? i hear some hot celeb girls r gonna be there... :P
That's Iggy for ya. But really, after being my best friend for this long, he should know that I can't stand celebrity girls. They're just so... fake.
I quickly texted him back:
Fang: yeah I'll be there. ur going too rite? u better be cuz im not going alone
IPOV
"I tried carrying the weight of the world, but I only had two hands..."
Depressing yet somehow catchy music? Guess Fang texted me back. I actually like that song of his, though. It's very... Poppy. I don't know. Bad description.
Fang: yeah I'll be there. ur going too rite? u better be cuz im not going alone
Awwww... Poor Fangypoo is afraid to go to the party all alone!
Iggy: don't worry man im going to. cya then I guess
I would've written more, but at that moment the door flew open revealing my PA Bradley.
"Come on, come on. You've gotta get dressed and do your hair for the party!"
Wtf? I'm a guy. It'll take 5 minutes to get dressed and do my hair. I swear, sometimes I wonder if Bradley's secretly a girl.
NPOV
"Starships, were meant to fly, hands up and touch the sky..."
I'm already in the shower, singing one of my biggest songs at the top of my lungs, washing my hair to get ready for the party tonight.
I was so excited. I mean, I probably should have known I'd be invited because Jeb is throwing the party and he's my manager and all, but it was still really awesomesauce and all that I get to go.
A few minutes later I'm sitting on my bed, desperately trying to get a comb through my frizzy, wild brown hair. There's are sharp knock on my door and my PA Ivy sticks her head in.
She walks in and shakes her head.
"Oh god. Let me help you with that, Nudge."
She takes the comb from me and starts dragging it through my hair.
"Does my hair look good, Ivy? Will everyone at the party like it? Will they like me?" I ask desperately. I've been to celebrity parties before, saying that I am one, but I'm still nervous.
Ivy smiles. "Nudge, you're pretty, and you have a good personality. So I'd say there's a pretty high chance they'll like you."
"Oh. That's good."
But I still can't help but worry... What if they don't?
GPOV
Sunlight fell onto my face and I stretched, yawning and jumping out of bed. I ran downstairs and grabbed a donut for breakfast, checking my plans on my phone calendar.
October 20... Party.
Oh yeah. Forgot about Jeb's party.
"Hey, Will!" I called to my PA.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"I got a party tonight!"
"Really? Cool, Gazzy! So.. Are you gonna dance all night..."
"To the best song ever!" I finished, grinning. That was my most recent song, and Will and I had an ongoing joke where we quoted it to each other. I checked the time quickly.
Oh shit.
"Will! Did May wake up Angel?"
"I don't know," he said, looking worried. May was Angel's PA, but I hadn't heard her wake Angel. Angel is my twin sister. We both got famous together on a twin reality show, but now we sing solo.
I just hoped May had waken Angel, or we were going to have a problem...
APOV
May hadn't woken me up. I woke up on my own and went outside to sing for a bit before the party (yes, I remembered. I'm not a complete idiot, unlike some twin brothers I could mention...)
"Heart beats fast, colors and promises, how to be brave..."
When I'm done with the song I went back to my room. I could hear Gazzy running upstairs, presumably to wake me up. He was probably all worried. I decided to have a little fun with him.
I got back into bed, messing my hair up a little and closing my eyes. Sure enough, Gazzy ran into my room a second later.
"Angel! Wake up, wake up, we have to get ready, there's a party tonight?"
"Why didn't you wake me up sooner?" I asked innocently, trying not to laugh.
"I'm so sorry, I just forgot, sorry!" My brother attempted to apologize. God, if he was that easy to fool, think about how much fun I can have with all the celebs at the party tonight...
MPOV
"So, are you having fun!?" A perky waitress demands.
"Yeah, of course! That's why I'm standing here all alone, eating this HORRIBLE food like a complete LOSER!" But I only said that in my head. On the outside, I just smiled and nodded, moving away from her, looking out at this supposedly amazing party.
But I wasn't kidding. The food completely WAS horrible. There HAD to be something better to eat here.
I slowly peeked at Jeb. He wasn't looking. Which meant he'd never know...
And so I snuck into the kitchen to find some real food.
FPOV
This was HELL. Bright lights, pounding music, and I couldn't stand any of it.
"YO IG!" I screamed over the music. "LETS DO SOMETHING FUN!"
Iggy grinned at me cheekily, pulling me to a quieter part of the stage. "Awesome! C'mon, Fang, we're gonna build a BOMB!"
I glared at him. "Something LEGAL."
And the Iggy had one of those genius ideas that made us friends in the first place. "Let's raid the kitchen!"
NPOV
So, I'm just standing there, wishing someone would talk to me, but no one does. And then I decided that I would try to talk to someone... And I found the perfect candidate.
There was this cute guy who looked my age with short, strawberry blond hair and pale blue eyes. He was grinning to some guy next to him, and he had an AMAZING smile. It was crush at first sight. I had to talk to him.
But just as I opened my mouth to introduce myself, he ran away, pulling the other guy with him. What? Did he already hate me that much? That he was running away?
Wait. That didn't sound right. He probably just didn't notice me. So I decided to follow him and try again.
APOV
Gazzy and I were just sitting there, bored out of our minds, when some dude ran up to us.
"Hey! I'm Sam, and you're the twins from the TV show, right?"
Beautiful. Two years of singing solo and I'm still the 'twin from the TV show.'
But I smiled and nodded, and he ran away, giving us a thumbs up and a big smile. But he got me thinking. If people know us as the twins from the TV show, why not act like them, too?
"Hey, Gaz... Remember that scene where we snuck into the kitchen at a party for the real food?"
He grinned, knowing exactly what I was implying.
"Let's see what this kitchen has to offer..."