My usual readers are going to kill me... Hahaha! I know I have, like, four other unfinished stories, but this idea came to mind, and I was like: OMG! I have to write it! EEEEK!!!! Who here has watched Confessions of a Shopoholic? This was inspired by that, but a bit different. While we're on the topic of movies, I REALLY suggest watching Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen! So, I hope you like!
Fang Seneca POV
"No Jack. That's impossible. Tom Jamerson told me face to face yesterday with knowledge that his place in this company was in jeopardy that he would get that meeting with the president of Coast to Coast Today on the calendar and ready by tomorrow!"
"It was an accident sir. Tom will probably have the meeting set by midnight."
"Jack. I- Just. Never mind. Tell Mr. Jamerson that he has until twelve o' clock on the dot to get the date set to go or else he is fired from this company." I slid my cell phone shut.
Sighing, I swiveled my chair around to face the glittering New York skyline. I, Fang Seneca, was the president of Nation Sensations magazine, one of the most successful magazines on the market. You see, I'm not usually like this. But this morning was not the best in my life, to put it simply.
On my usual journey to my office, there were some… problems. As usual, I drove my best friends since grade school, Iggy Westchak and Kevin (Gazzy) Meckrum, to our various occupations in the city. As usual, we pulled over at a refreshment stand opposite Gino's Pizzeria. We joked like the friends we are, leaning against the sleek, black metal of my Ferrari.
Somehow, those two idiots were almost always on my good side. Iggy was a worker at a local Starbucks and a huge pervert. Gazzy was a worker at a local McDonald's and a natural jokester. And I was the head of a huge company, the son of millionaires and the silent one. Gazzy and Iggy were the clowns and I was often the responsible one who made sure the two of them weren't arrested.
Anyway, Iggy and Gazzy were rating women who came into our sight on a scale from one to ten. I smirked at their comments as I finished up my daily black coffee. All of a sudden, Iggy nudged me with his elbow.
Aiming the empty cup at a garbage bin to our far left, I looked at my friends who both had grins on their faces. Oh and may I add, the cup made it successfully in.
"Fang, what do you think of that one over there? The dirty blond in the middle of the brunette and the other blond?" Gazzy asked, gesturing his chin towards a group of three girls sitting under a shaded table outside the pizzeria. The woman my friend was speaking of stood, giving me a view of what she looked like overall.
Gorgeous, wavy dirty blond locks framed her face, chocolate brown eyes that held laughter, a brilliant smile. To top it off, a tight fitting, black tank top that showed off a flat stomach and dark-wash skinny jeans that flaunted her long legs, the whole outfit showed off her curves.
"Definitely an eleven," I approved. I turned my gaze back to my friends, who were looking at each other with sly looks. "What?"
"I dare you to ask her out man," Iggy challenged while staring at the subject of our conversation. Not being one to ever turn down a challenge, I smirked. Sure, I'm the president of a major magazine company, but I'm only twenty-five. I had a jump start in the economy seeing as my parents were extremely important people. But what twenty-five-year-old man has no attraction towards women?
I wiped my mouth of any remaining coffee and sauntered up to girl. She was still standing with her friends, a beautiful laugh was coming from her lips, not to high, not to deep, just perfect.
"Hey," I said to her coming up from behind. I felt five pair of eyes on me, the woman's, the woman's two friends', Gazzy's, and Iggy's. Geeze, pressure much?
"Hi? Can I help you?" She asked, looking at me uncertainly, while her friends were doing their best to contain giggles.
"Yeah, you see, I was lost on my way to work and I was drawn to this, this, indescribable light. And that light would be you. How'd you like to go out with me to dinner?" Normally, the cheesy pickup line was all I ever had to do to sweep a girl off her feet, then all there was to do was show off my major business and riches and she'd come falling into my arms. But, that wasn't the case today.
"Oh really? You know how people say you see a light at the end of the road when your dying? Well, I'm gonna be that light if you even come near me again," she said, at least we know the woman's got a sense of humor, sort of. I expected her to just turn away from me and continue on as if nothing happened, which most females do when they reject someone, but did she? Nope.
She dumped her drink on me, right on my head too. From the taste of it, it was a strawberry smoothie but that's a bit off topic. I glared my best at her, the glower often had men three times her size shaking in their boots, but she just smiled as her friends laughed as if their lives depended on it.
I turned around and walked with what little pride I still had towards my friends, who seemed to be trying their best at holding in laughter.
As I walked, the woman hollered, "Oh, and pink suits you!" Laughter echoing her shout.
I growled under my breath. That was not of the usual.
I released another sigh as my flashback came to a close. Standing, I began to organize my papers, placing them neatly into my suitcase. Once I shut off my computer, I retrieved my black suit jacket and moved to put it on. I sniffed, something was strawberry sweet. I glanced down at my jacket once it was on and saw a darker stain in the fabric. Even my clothing was mocking me for this morning.
I shrugged off the jacket and folded it over my right arm and walked out of the building after turning off the lights. Despite my hopes for restful stay in my penthouse that rested above an above average apartment building, I had no idea what Iggy and Gazzy had planned.
Maximum Ride POV
Honk! Honk! Whaoooooo!
The endless bustle of the crowds, the never-ending hum of the streets, New York City was definitely my kind of place. As I made my way nimbly through the crowds on the sidewalks, easily dodging skateboarders and other civilians, I reminisced of this morning.
As my fashionista best friends, Angel and Nudge, walked with me to work, all three of us being waitresses at The New York Skyline, we had breakfast at some pizzeria in the city. Usually, we ate our morning meal at the restaurant, but today, Nudge had said that we needed to try something different at seven in the morning. So, we ate pizza with smoothies.
Along with Nudge's 'Try Something Different' plan, the two closest people in the world to me decided to put me through torture at daybreak. Rather than letting me put on my usual t-shirt and sweatpants, Nudge and Angel raided my closet, clothes flying all over my room.
After having sat on my navy blue bed sheets for nearly half an hour, a black blur was thrown at my head. Picking the pieces of clothing from my body, I held them out, an article of fabric in each hand.
In my left hand was the tightest pair of black skinny jeans I owned, the only reason I had bought it was because of the people I call my friends, and in my right was a skin-tight, jet black tank top. I admit, the outfit was okay, that is, until Angel walked away from my small jewelry case to add huge silver hoops and black and silver bangles.
Since when did I own those? Without asking for my opinion, Nudge and Angel worked together to shove me into my bathroom and leaned against the door so I couldn't exit without changing.
When I emerged, I was greeted with Nudge and Angel sitting cross legged outside the door of my bathroom. Once they turned around, I was bombarded with compliments nonstop. I laughed at Nudge's ramblings of how 'stunning' I was and headed out the door.
On our way to our destination, we goofed off. The three of us were cracking up like the nutcases we are until Angel calmed, a devious smile making its way on to her cheerful face.
"What are you thinking about Angel?" I questioned cautiously, the girl always seemed to be evil one in the group, no matter how innocent she seemed.
"How about we make a bet?" she started, knowing my weakness for a challenge.
Nodding, I felt the words, "I'm listening" leave my mouth as we walked.
"If five or more guys ask you out today, Nudge and I get to choose your wardrobe everyday and drag you to any store we wish. If they don't…" she trailed off, looking at me to show she was waiting for me to say my end of the bet.
"If they don't, you stop helping Sam find away to propose to me," I smirked in triumph as Nudge and Angel's jaws dropped simultaneously.
"You know?!" Nudge screeched, practically obliterating the eardrums of everyone near her, which was a whole lot of people seeing as we were on a crowded walkway.
I nodded as the girls shared a look. Sam Raxton was one of my friends who has had a crush on me since high school graduation, seven years ago. Ever since, Sam has been asking me out on dates and has made several attempts to lock lips with me. May I add emphasis on the word 'attempts.'
Most of the time, I would fake sickness or 'accidentally' trip or 'have to go to the bathroom'. The only reason I haven't gotten Sam checked into the nearest hospital with severe injuries was because he was actually a nice guy, funny and kind. Plus, he has been a close friend ever since, I don't know seventh grade?
Soon enough, Angel nodded slowly, signaling her agreement and Nudge hesitantly followed.
Finally, we arrived at the pizzeria and grabbed a table.
"We'll get you what you want to eat Max. You stay out here for the bet. I can't wait until it gets started. I think we're going to win though. I mean, who won't want to ask you out in that? Oh! Maybe Sam'll come and-" Nudge stopped when Angel clapped a hand over her mouth, looking down with her eyes closed.
"What do you want to eat Max?" the pure blond of us asked, now looking at me with her childlike, stunning blue eyes.
I smiled at the two of them. "I'll get… a strawberry smoothie with a chicken Parmesan pizza slice."
Angel bobbed her head and left pulling Nudge along behind her. Once they were maybe a yard away, they started whispering and giggling. Even when we're all twenty-five those two act like they did back in twelfth grade. I shook my head as they opened the door to step into the air conditioned building.
Leaning back in the green, metal chair, I gazed up at the sky.
"Yo baby, you're looking might fine," I returned my gaze to earth to see a man around my age seated in the chair I saved for Angel across from me to the left. He had emerald green eyes and brunette hair that was spiked. I saw him look over his shoulder at a group of other guys seated at another table.
Green-eyed boy turned back to me and smiled, flaunting perfect white teeth. Him being the first one to enter as one of Angel and Nudge's key components towards their goal, I decided to play along before turning him down.
"I could say the same about you," I responded in my best flirty voice, forcing my eyes to give him a once over. This seemed to boost his ego as his smile grew.
"How's you, me, and the movie theater tonight sound to you?" I pretended to think about this. He tilted his head as if to say, "Come on, you know you want to." I inwardly rolled my eyes. Already, I could see that this guy was all about showing off a girlfriend like a trophy and treating her like one too.
"Sorry, can't I have plans for tonight. Bye," I said in the sweetest voice I could manage. Despite my honey-like tone, his face fell as he understood the rejection. He stood and walked back to his friends, their hollers and laughs arriving at my ear drum's door.
Feeling eyes on me, I turned towards the pizzeria door, seeing Nudge staring at me, a glistening smile on her face. They were not going to win this bet, honestly how many other boys here would actually ask me out?
As Angel and Nudge returned holding three paper plates and three plastic cups with the restaurant's name printed on them, another one appeared at my side.
This time it was a blond guy who had a skater-vibe to him. To prove my point, a worn skateboard was in one hand while his blue eyes looked at me through blond strands, a smile on his lips.
"Hi, name's Max." I grinned at him while Nudge and Angel giggled from behind, coming closer to the table. Oh the irony.
"Hi Max. What brings you around here?" I asked, smiling my best at him. He tilted his head as if he had to think, I guess he had a sense of humor.
"Oh, just wanted to see if a pretty girl would like to go on a date with me tonight," he said casually.
As the girls took their seats, the blond of the two was looking at 'Max' as if he were magical. I coughed to cover up a guffaw.
"Oh, and who would that 'pretty girl' be?" I pressed. He smirked at me. Angel glared a bit. I 'coughed' some more.
"I'm looking at her as we speak." Oh! He was so sweet!
"Sorry Max, you're real sweet and all but, I'm not looking for a relationship right now," I said. He nodded in understanding and handed me a piece of paper. I opened it to find a number with Max's name next to it.
"Just in case. See ya 'round," Max waved and walked to his other skater buddies. He actually seemed like a good guy.
Angel pounced. "How can you turn him down?!" I snickered.
"The way his hair fell into his eyes, the way he talked. He was so…" She trailed off, daydreaming while she took a bite out of her pepperoni pizza.
"So Max! How many guys have come up to you so far? Two right? And it's only been what? Five minutes? We're gonna win this bet in no time Angel! Aren't we? Angel? Angel?" Nudge turned from me to her friend who was still watching Max who was now riding off with his friends.
Our conversation continued until four more boys had approached me and I had finished my pizza and was halfway done with my smoothie. I was laughing my head off as the girls in front of me swooned over the guys who had asked me, debating over who was the best. Angel was set on Max and Nudge was fighting for some brunette. I stood to go throw out my trash, planning on finishing my smoothie on my way there, but before I left, Nudge called for my attention.
"Max! Who do you think was hotter? Max or that Justin guy?" she looked so serious when she asked.
"I don't know Nudge. I think I look okay, but I don't think you compare a guy to a girl…" I let my words come to an indefinite close, knowing this would annoy the hell out of Nudge.
"You know what I mean Max," she complained, clearly exasperated.
"I don't know Nudge. I think I prefer Max-" I stopped when I saw Angel glaring at me as if she planned to make me into one of our smoothies like a blender. Instead of ending my sentence, I laughed. Here the girls were fighting over men, and I'm getting off the hook free, no shopping in my near future.
"Hey," a smooth, deep voice came from beside me. I swiveled my head to see a handsome man nearly four inches taller than me. He seemed around my age of twenty-five. Messy jet black hair fell into his obsidian eyes that seemed to go on forever.
"Can I help you?" I asked as his eyes seemed to take me in. Quickly he returned his sight to my face. He smiled at me, something resembling triumph in his eyes.
"Yeah, you see, I was lost on my way to work and I was drawn to this, this, indescribable light. And that light would be you. How'd you like to go out with me to dinner?" The triumph on his face grew. He expected me to fall for a cheesy pickup line like that? Maybe that tie around his neck was one too tight, I peered at his neck to see the black tie was actually really loose. This guy had a really big ego if he thought I was going to be head over heels for him.
"Oh really? You know how people say you see a light at the end of the road when your dying? Well, I'm gonna be that light if you even come near me again," I said, false cheer in my voice. Though muffled, Angel and Nudge's giggling was heard loud and clear. The man's face looked surprised but was still in the same spot. Looks like he needs more motivation to leave, I thought.
I dumped what remained of my smoothie on to his gorgeous, I mean, disgusting hair. I smiled as bright as possible while the girls behind me were in stitches. He glared at me through the dripping pink liquid. If he thought he was going to intimidate me, he had another thing coming. I'm the Maximum Ride, the fearless woman who was intimidated by no one especially men in suits.
Mystery man turned, heading towards two blonds leaning against a black Ferrari. Hmm… he's rich too. Probably why his ego's so big. So I thought I'd add some more before he left.
"Oh! And pink suits you!" His pace quickened. My friends and I were crying with laughter.
I laughed out loud as my memory came to a close. The sound was carried away quickly into the sea of people.
I arrived at my apartment building. With peeling paint in the main hallways, the structure isn't the fanciest in the city, but it gave me a place to stay. As I climbed the steps to Apartment 103, I had no idea what my friends had planned for tonight.
OKay guys, tell me if you like it! I know, the plot is probably cliche, but I have yet to find a fanfic with Fang and Max in this situation. So I was like, I wanna be original! lol. I know it's not original but don't pop my bubble. Review please! Oh, and sorry for any grammar or spelling problems! Oh, and the only reason Fang has a Ferrari is because I'm not very familiar with the car world and I know a Ferrari is special ha. Finally, this story will get better, I promise!