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Max POV

"Huh?" I asked. I was so lost I couldn't even tell left from right anymore.

"Well, I want to know what it's like to go to a regular high school and have regular friends and all that but I can't go to one while being myself. You look just like me so why don't we switch lives for a while? It just kind of popped in my head when I saw your face. I mean you don't have to but I would really appreciate it." She looked kind of hopeless, her eyes pleading with me. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

Getting away from Anne for a while would be amazing. And no school work or teachers to deal with…but what about my friends? Would they know it wasn't me? I mean Nudge and Ella know me pretty well but not enough to pick up all of the small details like Dylan would notice even if I trained her to be like me. I would have to tell Dylan. He was my best friend. Maya stared at me and her eyes looked desperate.

"Before we would do this we would need at least a week of meeting up and training each other to be like the other." I said and she immediately perked up.

"Thank you, Max! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She threw her arms around me and squeezed.

"Ah, ah, ah, rule number one, there shall be no hugging of any sort with anybody. And also, I would have to tell my best friend what was going on. He could totally tell if it wasn't me and he can help you when you're with people." I said and she nodded eagerly.

"That's okay with me. I would have to tell my friends Iggy and Fang, too."

"Iggy? Fang? What type of people do you hang out with?" She laughed.

"They're childhood friends. Those are their nicknames. James is Iggy's real name and Nick is Fang." I nodded. She started to wrap her scarf around her head again and put her sunglasses back on before starting to walk out of the bathroom. I followed and walked up to where her spot was. I quickly cleaned up the spilled soda and turned to see a burger sitting, ready to go.

"Thanks, Len!" I called through the window.

"No problem, Max!" He called back.

"So let's get started." Maya said and took a huge bite of her burger. I pulled the seat from behind the cash register and sat in front of her.

"What did you wanna know?" I asked and leaned my elbow on the counter with my head resting on my upturned palm.

"Everything," She answered, "but first let's start with home life. What's it like?"

"Well, I'm a foster kid. My foster mother's name is Anne and she's awful. Hates children. I don't know why she became a foster parent. Probably for the money. Anyway, she makes my life a living hell. Gives me an insane amount of chores to do, won't let me date, forces me to work crazy hours at this dump and then gives me hardly any pay, that sorta thing. But then I have my best friend Dylan to balance it out along with my friends Nudge and Ella. And we can't forget Lenny." I said and she nodded but gave me a sympathetic look.

"I'm sorry to hear about the foster child thing, and Anne…" She said and I shrugged.

"Can't have everything handed to you, can you? Gotta work your way to the top," I stated and grinned at her. She gave a weak smile.

"Anything else I should know about your past?" She asked.

"Well, my dad died in a car crash. The other driver was drunk and smashed the entire front of our car in on itself. I survived even though I was only about three. My dad had wrapped about four blankets around me to keep me warm and it ended up saving my life. I had flown through the broken front windshield with only a few cuts and when I landed what would've cracked my skull ended up only knocking me out because the blankets provided padding. My mom had been at work. When she got the news she rushed to hospital immediately. Dad died that night. His injuries were too fatal. I woke up a few hours later with a massive headache and my mom by my bedside, crying. The next few months weren't good. Every time my mom would look at me she would burst into tears. Said I looked too much like my dad. Next thing I knew I was being put in foster care. Been there ever since." I finished with a stone wall up, hiding my emotions from the world.

"I'm so sorry," Maya whispered. She had tears in her eyes as she reached across the counter and put a hand on my arm.

"It's okay, not your fault." I said and gave her a forced smile. She bought it and smiled back, sniffling and wiping her eyes.

"Well, what about school? What's it like?" She asked and balanced her chin on top of her laced fingers.

"School is…..it's…terrible. It smells, there are ignorant bitches around every corner, all girls are fake and all boys are stupid, and only want to get in your pants. Teachers are snobs. And they almost always hate me." I felt my nose wrinkle at the thought of that hell-house.

"So pretty much, what everyday life is like but with more bimbos in one area?" Maya asked and I chuckled. "Yup," I answered.

"How do you deal with it?"

"Usually I just ignore them but for those occasions when they decide to try and mess with me I say something witty and they shut up as I smirk and walk away like a badass."

"I see, what are your friends like?"

"Ella and Nudge are like two peas in a pod. They both love fashion and makeup and girly things. We're close but not close enough that they'd notice if I was acting just a little strange. Not like Dylan would. Dylan is my best friend. He knows almost all about me. He could most likely write a very personal biography about me but he knows I'd whoop his ass if he did. But back to the girls, extremely girly and always trying to get me to wear something feminine. Never going to happen. Ever. Ella is the one with dark brown hair that goes to about her chest and really intelligent brown eyes. She usually wears skinny jeans and some high shoes and frilly top. Nudge is the mocha-colored skin one. She has brown, corkscrew curly hair. She normally wears a skirt and other froo-froo things and talks about a mile a minute. Dylan has blonde hair and turquoise eyes. He plays on the football team and is really strong and toned but not a total asshole like most of those guys. Like me he's normally just in jeans and a t-shirt with sneakers. Nothing special. Most girls have crushes on him so don't be surprised if you get a couple glares."

"I won't. So that's it?" She asked.

"Yup, not much to tell about me," I said and gave her a laugh. "What about you? What's your life story?"

"Well, I was in commercials as a child. I went to a performing arts school and my first big role was about two years ago in an indie film. I have an upcoming movie that is sure to blow up my success, though. My dad left about six months after I was born so I've never known him but my mom and I have a close relationship. She changed back to her maiden name but I kept my dad's name so if you were wondering about that….Um, I met Iggy when I was filming a commercial for a juice company. He was one of the other kids trying out and he was extremely loud and obnoxious. He walked up to me and said 'Hi,' when I didn't answer back he screamed it at me and when I told him to shut up he introduced himself. That was when we were around five. Fang I met a little later. He was the son of a director I was working with. He doesn't talk much. He got his nickname when Iggy went up to talk to him and shouted in his ear. Fang bit him and Iggy screamed like a girl 'What's wrong with you? Why does it feel like you have fangs?! VAMPIRE!' and ran off screaming. I laughed so hard I almost peed myself." She laughed at the memory.

"What do they look like?" I asked, "I don't want to get them mixed up."

"Oh, that won't be a problem. They're polar opposites. Fang has dark shaggy hair and olive skin. His eyes are an obsidian color and he wears all black all the time. Iggy has strawberry blonde hair polar-ice blue eyes and pale skin. They're both tall but Iggy is lanky while Fang is muscular." She described. I nodded.

"What else is there to know?"

"Well, when you're only around Iggy and Fang you can just be yourself, which is practically all the time. You share an apartment with them and go to my mom's house at least once a week with them. When you're around anyone else you have to act proper. Stand straight, never burp or fart, no stuffing your face with food, that sort of thing." She explained while taking another massive bite of burger.

"You don't get to eat fast food like this often, do you?" I asked with an eyebrow quirked.

"Not really, I mean, I eat a ton but when I'm in public I usually get like a salad or some other health food crap. That's why I came here actually. I was in desperate need of a good burger without having the paparazzi calling me fat or unhealthy." She shrugged and continued to eat the rest of her burger. I got her another coke and she smiled.

"Don't worry, I eat a ton too." I said and grinned.

"This shouldn't be too hard to fool everyone." She said, and then her eyebrows rose to her hairline. "Wait! I forgot to tell you about my friends Gazzy and Angel. They're siblings. Both blonde haired and blue eyed. Gazzy is just like Iggy when it comes to explosives. Iggy and him are total pyromaniacs. Angel is really sweet and extremely smart so be careful when you're around her. She could suspect something. She's really nice but can be really devious when she wants to be." I nodded in understanding and she took a big gulp of her coke. The clock read six fifteen and I sighed in relief. I skated over to the door and flipped the sign from "open" to "closed". The sky outside was orange and pink. I held one finger up to Maya to tell her I'd be out in a second. I went to the back and clocked out before changing back into my black t-shirt and jeans and grabbing my skateboard and backpack.

When I came back out Maya was talking on her cell phone with someone so I stood and waited. She hung up and looked over at me. Her eyes flew to the skateboard and widened. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion.

"Please tell me I don't have to learn to ride that." She said and I grinned at her.

"I ride it every day, to and from school and here."

"You don't have a car? Or friends to give you a ride?" She asked.

"Do you really think I can afford a car? And no. My friends don't have their driver's licenses, except Dylan but he has football practice after school almost every day. I have mine but it's only him and I." I explained and shrugged. We exited the diner and I turned and locked the door.

"Well, as soon as this charade starts, I'm getting you a car." She stated.

"How?"

"I'm going to buy you one? Duh."

"Those are so expensive! I can't let you do that!" She shrugged and smirked at me as if to say "Watch me." I rolled my eyes and went to put my skateboard down.

"I have Fang coming to pick me up. You can just catch a ride with us. It's not safe to be out at this time of night by yourself, anyway. And you'll get to meet Fang. Something tells me you guys will really hit it off." She wiggled her eyebrows at me and I wrinkled my nose.

"I don't think so. He seems like more of a friend." I said and picked my skateboard up. "Thanks for the ride."

"No problem,"

"Shotgun!" I said just as she was about to say it. I smirked at her and she stuck her tongue out at me.

A/N So what did you think? I gave you a little insight on their pasts. :) I really appreciated all of your reviews and follows and hope to see some more this chapter. If you aren't already a treasure than hit that button to follow/favorite me and become one. I love you guys! :)

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