A/N: I just have about a million ideas floating around in my head! It's insane! I have another new FF coming up too. I'm really excited for that one. I have another one meant to have a sequel but I'm saving that one for later. Welcome to, My Brother's Bestfriend! I didn't go to school today so I'm just doing what I want...

Disclaimer: Maximum Ride, is not mine.

"Iggy?! Where the hell are my black Converse? If I find them in ashes, your dead!" I hollered as I burst into Iggy's room to see his mixing liquid chemicals. Whatever was is the tube began smoking and Iggy quickly screwed on the cap and turned to me.

"Dear sister, I do not hold the solution to your solving problems. I appreciate the visit but you can leave now." He said as her turned back to his experiments waving a hand towards the door.

STOP…alright, I knew how cruel it is to just start in the middle of my story so let's get caught up shall we?

I, am Max, short for Maximum. I am fourteen almost fifteen. Iggy is my twin brother, though we don't look all that much a-like. Iggy has strawberry blonde hair and light blue eyes while I have light brown hair with blonde highlights and brown eyes.

Our parents Jeb Batchelder and Valencia Ride are not married, maybe because my parents had us in high school or because my dad has cheated a few times. I have a little brother in California named Ari that I'm not allowed to see. My parents love each other though. I think that's about it.

CONTINUE…I huffed and turned back to the hallway but not before I saw a flash of black in the corner. I dashed back into Iggy's room and picked up my converse. I smiled in triumph. I snuck up behind Iggy who hadn't noticed me yet and slapped him upside his head.

"Max, what the hell!" He turned around to glare at me.

I glared right back at him, though my glare is about a thousand times more fierce. I shoved my shoes in his face. "What do you call this? How about 'Max's shoes'?"

Iggy rolled his eyes. "You're lucky you got to them before I did. Can you get out now?" He asked obviously annoyed.

I smiled and made my way back to my room, throwing my shoes in the closet and sliding down the twisting banister.

My mom was sitting at the white kitchen dining table looking at dress catalogs and I say across from her.

"Are you going to a party mom?" I asked even though I knew what the dresses were for and I really wanted to avoid that topic.

"No, cariño, you know all of this is for your quince."

I sighed. "Mama, how many times to I have to tell you I don't want a Quincenera? I'm not even fully Mexican!"

My mom shook her head. "Baby, I had a Quincenera, you will have a Quincenera, and your daughter will have a Quincenera. It is tradition, whether you like it or not."

I groaned and dropped my head into my hands, "Ma! There are so many things wrong with this! I have to wear a freaking dress and heels. Daddy has to dance and you know he has two left feet, then I have to dance with him! I can't dance!"

"And, that is why you take lessons, hija! If you do not do this it will break the heart of your poor abuelita."

Just then I heard the front door open in close. "Dad's home!" I father addressed himself in the third person. I hopped up and ran for the foyer.

"Dad! Tell mom I don't want a Quincenera!"

My dad's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me from where he stood hanging his blazer. "Sweetie, you don't want a Quincenera?"

"Ugh, no! Anyways, what about Iggy? We're twins you know. Imagine how he'd feel, watching me having a big celebration on our birthday that only celebrates me?"

My mom smiled. "That's very sweet hija, but we've already that of that."

"You're sweet little friend Nudge would love to help plan. If you tell her no it'll break her heart. And mine too." My mom added trying to guilt trip me, and you know what? It worked.

I glared at mine parents mumbling to myself as I stomped up the stairs. "Dinner will be ready soon!" My father called after me as I slammed my bed room door.

Like always, it took a second for my eyes to adjust from the bright colored halls to my deep purple walls splattered white paint. I fell face down on my bed and fell asleep without eating dinner that night.

I woke with a start at the sound of my alarm clock ringing obnoxiously. I rolled my eyes and pulled my self out of bed realizing I was wearing the same outfit from yesterday. I slunk over to the window, yanking the white lace curtains open. I shaded my eyes from the sun as I dragged myself over the the still ringing clock. I slammed my fist on it and the ringing stopped.

Note: buy another new alarm.

I smiled, sweet silence. I moved with more energy to my bathroom to get ready for the day.
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I stepped out of the bathroom in a large knit sweater, dark blue jeans, and my converse. To be specific, the converse I snatched out of Iggy's room yesterday.

I grabbed my brown shoulder back on the way out my room and jogged down the stairs. I slid into a seat in the at the table just as my mom placed a stack of pancakes in front of me.

"You must be hungry, Max. You skipped dinner last night." My dad spoke as he poured coffee into his mug while leaning on the counter in his lab coat. Both of my parents are doctors, my dad is a pediatrician and my mom is a veterinarian.

"Mm." I hummed as I shoveled food into my mouth. Iggy came down the stairs and sat across from me with a plate of bacon and eggs. We have different tastes I guess. He looked at me and grinned. "Don't joke." He joked and I rolled my eyes as I stood up and threw my plate in the sink.

"Hey!" My mom snapped at me, "Don't break my plates." She warned wiggling her finger at me.

"Yeah, mom." I said offhandedly as I opened the door and ran out to my friend, Wyatt's car. Yes, Wyatt and I are strictly platonic, nothing more. He's sixteen so he can drive while I cannot.

"Hey, Wyatt." I smiled as I slid into the passenger seat. He looked over at me and smiled.

"Hey, Max. Your dad mouth off about me today?" He asked as he pulled off the sidewalk in front of my house.

"Actually, no." I said thoughtfully. You see, my dad doesn't exactly like Wyatt. He says Wyatt is a bad influence and a trouble maker and a smart-ass. I could go on forever, but to be honest he's not wrong but he's always been cool and a good friend. We actually dated for a little bit but that didn't last too long.

Wyatt ran his hand through his long red-blonde hair and his dark blue eyes shined. "Oh, well that's a change, isn't it." He smiled.

I shook my head. "No, he probably just forgot, don't worry I'll remind him next time." I smirked.

Wyatt pulled into a parking space and put the car in park.

"Just shut up and get out of my car." Wyatt joked as he grabbed his back from the back seat and steeped out of the car. Wyatt never wears a seatbelt.

I pulled off my own seatbelt and picked up my bag by my feet, stepping out of the car. I fell into step next to Wyatt as we strode through the school doors.

"Later, Max." Wyatt said as he turned down the next hall. I waved and kept striding on to my locker. I reached my locker, turning to dial according to my combination and stuffed the unnecessary books from my bag into it.

Suddenly my locker slammed closed and I turned to face, none other than, Samuel Pruitt. (Sorry about my lack or creativeness, that was the only thing I could think of.)

I rolled my eyes. "You know, I really thought that after Friday night, you'd have the common sense to leave me alone."

He grinned, a grin I originally thought to be cute, but now it's just down right creepy. "Aw, Max. Friday night was a mistake. Let's try again."

He stepped in front of me with his hands on either side if my head he leaned down to look me in the eye. "My place?" He asked cockily.

I pressed the back of my head to the lockers, trying to get as far away from him as possible. "Yeah, I think trying to get a girl in bed with you on the first date is some mistake." I quipped.

Sam tilted his head to the side in thought. "Exactly what I was thinking, that's why I thought I'd have better luck on a second date." Sam's hands slipped from the lockers and onto my hips. He leaned down to my ear and whispered, "Come on, Max, you know you want to."

I tried to shove him off but it was no use. "Sam, get the hell off of me!" I demanded and he laughed,

"I know you want me, Max." He whispered again.

"Yo! Get off of her." I turned my head to find Fang, my brother's best friend, giving Sam a steady glare.

Sam grinned and stepped away from me, taking a place just before Fang. He pushed Fang back roughly. "Mind your own business, Emo Boy."

Fang caught himself before he could fall and pushed Sam back.

"Fang, it's okay, stop." I tried to intervene but they were already past pushing and were punching each other in an ugly swarm of fist.

"Hey! What's going on here, break it up!" Shouted Vice-Principle Adams as she made her way down the hall to where the students were crowding around Sam, Fang, and myself.

"Pruitt, Walker! My office, now!" She demanded upon discovering who exactly was causing such commotion in her school. Fang and Sam broke apart, straightening themselves, then they followed to the front office.

As they left, the crowd quickly dispersed and I was left standing in shock.

"Max!" I turned my head and saw my friend, Ella, running towards me.

"Hey Ella," I smiled.

She grinned, "Hey, let's talk about your Quincenera!"

I groaned and she laughed, pulling me to our Homeroom class.

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