AN: Well this story is gonna be great, I'm sorry about my other story Paradise Island, I have gotten some complaints, so I'm gonna re-write that. Although at the moment I'm going to work on this one. I'm so sure this one will be amazing.

Max's POV

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAX!" Screamed four voices that I knew so well; Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy and Angel. It was May 26, my fifteenth birthday, and all of my closest friends, and brother, were gathered in my room.

Do you see a problem here? Because I sure do. One: they were in my room. At seven in the morning. With me in a tight crimson red tank top and black and red polka dot shorts. Two: Iggy, my brother, had a creepy smile on his face. That could not be any good. And three: It. Was. Seven.In. the. Morning. On a Saturday!

"Morning Max, happy birthday." Angel said cheerfully as if nothing was wrong with waking a person up at seven on a Saturday. She handed me a long triangle-shaped-but-not-pointed-at-the-top package wrapped with black wrapping paper with angels flying in the sky.

The wrapping paper looked as if the angels had been painted on. The angels were so nicely detailed and neatly painted. I admire good art, its a habit of mine.

"Are you just gonna stare at the paper or open the present? Because if you don't open it I'm going to!" Iggy shouted impatiently. I glared at him. He did the same and held out his hands to grab the box. I held it away from him and kicked him lightly.

"I'm getting there." I started unwrapping the package. My eyes went big. I gasped as a huge smile came across my face. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" It was a beautiful, black base guitar. The guitar of my dreams. The same one from Jake's Rock&Roll Music Store. I've been saving up for this since I was ten. I had the money last year but needed it for more important things. Now I have more than enough money and can use it for other things.

"Well, can you gonna play us something?"Gazzy asked, but as he said that Angel smacked him arm. We all knew why. But it wasn't Gazzy's fault for forgetting what happened. "Oh, sorry Max." He apologized quickly. I gave him a small half frown half smile.

"Its OK Gaz." I said.

AN: So, how was it? Did I do good? any ideas for the story? Well you can tell me all of these things in a review. Thanxes ;)