Hey! It's been almost a month, huh? Sorry 'bout the delays! And I gotta say I'm impressed! I got 15 reviews for chapter 1. LOVE YOU GUYS! Thanks for the compliments, really.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Maximum Ride- REALLY wanna, but I can't.

Iggy POV

Cheers erupted all around me, and the noise echoed and bounced off the walls in the living room. Happiness shot through me, and the news made me feel warm bliss.

My little sister was finally coming home.

Nudge and Angel were screaming and shrieking so loud, our neighbors came over to see what was wrong. My mom answered the door with a wide smile gracing her face. Mrs. Hunter and Mrs. Hale came in to see Gazzy pumping his fist in the air, yelling "YES!", and dancing. This view was funny to them and us, causing us to laugh at him. He stopped and blushed.

"So I take it that your mother told you the big secret?" Mrs. Hale asked.

I raised an eyebrow. "Did you know this whole time?" The mothers laughed and nodded.

"And you never thought about telling me?! When is Max coming back? Oh gosh, I've got to get ready; I've gotta plan a 'Welcome Back' party for her; wow, it's been a long time since I saw Max-" Nudge babbled out before I slid my hand over her mouth. I glanced up at Fang, who had a hint of confusion in his eyes. He didn't live here for very long; he moved to Nudge's house a few months after Max debuted and left.

"Wait, guys-" I tried to say, but Nudge and Angel's squeals covered it up.

"Guys-" This time, Gazzy made this weird, obnoxious noise with his mouth.

"Hey-" The moms were chattering loudly, too.

"WAIT A SEC, YOU GUYS!" I yelled. All the noise stopped and everyone turned to look at me. "Fang has no clue who Max is. All he knows is that Max is my little sister."

Fang nodded. "Yeah. Can someone tell me who she is?"

"You don't know who Maximum Ride is?" Nudge gasped. Fang shook his head. "How can you not? She's, like, the top model of our generation!"

"Uh," Fang still looked clueless. "I still dunno who that is."

Angel gaped at him, shook her head in disappointment, and handed him a magazine that my mom was probably looking at earlier. "Here. Front cover."

There was a beautiful girl with light strawberry blonde hair and natural blonde and red streaks. She had big, vivid ultramarine blue eyes; her eyes had a bit of mascara and a little peach eye shadow. She was wearing a long sleeve white Chanel Vintage off-the-shoulder peasant blouse that had little ruffles, dark grey boyfriend jeans, light grey twisted bow flats, and John Harding dragon earrings. Her straight hair flowed freely down to her waist.

Fang turned the flipped a few pages and saw the same girl. This time, she had a nude Forever Unique Vintage Cut Out Bandeau dress, a cat necklace, rose earrings, and black Restricted Alyssa heels; her hair was down in curls.

Then he flipped to the back cover. There she was again, wearing an Alexa Sequin Tulle dress, an Otazu Glam Punk bracelet, Facial Flair mustache earrings, and black Promise shoes; her hair was straight again.

Fang looked up, eyes slightly widened. "This... is Max?"

Nudge said, "Duh!" at the same time as Angel when she said, "Yep."

He turned to me. "This is your sister?" I nodded.

"Damn she's hot," I heard him mutter.

"Hey." He glanced at me again. "Keep yo paws off her." Fang gave me the universal 'Whoa-there-chill' gesture. Basically, he raised his arms and hands in surrender. My older brother protectiveness took over for the first time in years.

"Oh my goodness, look at how beautiful she's become," Mrs. Hale told Mom. Mom sniffed and nodded.

"I can't wait for her to get home," she whispered. "Which reminds me is in a few days. Nudge, Angel, would you two be dearies and decorate Max's bedroom for me? I have some color samples on my desk in the office. Iggy, you, Fang, and Gazzy go buy Max's furniture from the list I made and set it up in her room, please," Mom spoke in a louder voice.

"Valencia, we'll help you clean up around here, if you would like," Mrs. Hunter offered.

"Yes, please, if you would," Mom agreed. Everyone split up into their respectable groups and got to work.

Max POV

Click! Click! Click!

"Okay, sweetheart, tilt your chin up a bit. Yes, yes just like that. Perfecto," Ian, the photographer, praised. I did everything he instructed since he knows how to make the clothes more appealing.

"Now be wild. Loosen up and un-stiffen yourself. Party, go crazy, whatever. Act like a normal teenage girl would when she's at the most popular party of the year," Ian ordered as he rapidly pressed the button on his camera. I moved like a pro and made the craziest poses and faces, and I laughed at myself for my weirdness- or as Ian would call it, 'uniqueness' and 'originality'.

Not that there was much of a difference.

"Yes! Just like that, Max. You are perfection," Ian complimented. If only he knew how ironic that comment was. That's what everyone thought. I was completely perfect in their eyes. No flaws whatsoever.

Wrong.

"That's a wrap for today, Max. You'll have tomorrow off to go pack your stuff. Work starts the third day you go back home. Got it? Good," my manager, JJ, said. I rolled my eyes and nodded my head curtly. She asks these questions but ends up answering them herself. What was the point?

I had all my stuff packed up and ready to go and loaded my things into my car. I was about to turn back to go inside when I realized that I left my iPod and music at the studio. Sure, I was a model, but now they wanted me to sing. Because JJ told them I had a 'magnificent' voice. Honestly, I think I sound a little like a dying cat. I got in my car, turned the car in a swift, and illegal, u-turn, and drove back to the studio. It's not like I'd get in trouble for doing it; too many people do it in New York to count.

I stepped on the brake and the car abruptly stopped. Then I jogged up the stairs to my studio, only to find that the lights were on. Being the sly and curious person I was, I snuck around and saw that JJ was still there. I could've went up and talked to her, but I had a bad tug in my gut that told me to stay quiet.

"Yes. Yes, she should be home by now. I made sure that she left her iPod here along with the music sheets... I'll sell them at the price I feel reasonable. Mhm. No, no, she probably forgot all about them. Today was a busy and hectic day for her. She'll most likely remember her items in the morning. Sure, sure, she's all yours to deal with. Kay, bye bye now," JJ had said into her cell.

She's selling my songs? No way.

'Made sure' that I left my things? Even worse.

'All yours to deal with'? Okay, that was enough to tell me that I had to go. But not without me getting my stuff back.

I hid in a dark corner when I heard JJ shuffling out of the studio. She locked the door, but that was no problem- I brought my key. I watched her silently from a nearby window as she left the building and, when she did, I took out my spare key and unlocked the studio door. There on the table was my iPod and countless music sheets. I grabbed them, locked the door again, and ran out to my car. I put all of my things in the seat beside me and headed straight to the airport.

Looks like I'm leaving on an early flight. No need to tell JJ.

How was this for a second chapter? Did you like it? Hope you did!

Overexposed- Thanks! You've reviewed all of my stories, and I just wanna thank you for that.

Like it? Hate it? Love it? R&R! :)