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Just a quick not guys: I tend to over describe things. I am a very visual person and so that's my reason/excuse. If you find it too much, just tell me to cool it.

So far everyone has liked the story. I can't wait to get a nasty review.

Disclaimer: James Patterson owns moat of these characters and I'm just borrowing them.


Max POV

I bound down the stairs with a scowl on my face. But when I spot Mom's glare, I wipe it off and replace it with a smile.

In the foyer is another family. They must be the Ride's. They all had an olive skin tone, with dark hair and eyes. But the boy that looked around my age had such dark unreadable eyes. It felt as if they were sucking me in.

"Hi, my name's Maximum, but please call me Max," I smiled at them.

"Hello. My name's Jeb and my wife is Valencia," Mr. Ride introduced.

"These are our children. Ella's 18, Nickolas is 16 and Monique and Ari are 15. We're very pleased to meet you," Mrs. Ride said.

"Why don't the adults come into the living room and the kids could have a tour of the place," Mom said. "Later we could have dinner."

"Who cooked? Cause if it's you Mom, I'll skip," I commented and everyone burst out laughing.

"Come on guys. By the way, don't call me James, I answer to Iggy," Iggy said while leading us all up the stairs.

"No one's stepping into my room," I warned. "Oh and Gary is actually Gazzy. You'll soon figure out why after dinner."

"My name's Nudge and Nick is actually Fang. You won't believe how he got that nickname. He used to have fake plastic fangs and he'd bite everyone. It was a totally crazy phase of his." The Nudge girl could sure talk a lot.

"Nudge, shut up," Nick, I mean Fang ordered.

"Make me," she replied and stuck her tongue out.

Gazzy, in the meantime, burst out laughing. I stared at him and saw him gazing at Nudge with a slight blush on his face. Aww, isn't that just so cute.

We entered Iggy's room and the first thing all the guy's look at are the posters he has up of model's in bikini's barely covering their asses and other areas.

"Can we just say pigs much," I comment dryly. Then I go up to the posters and tear them down.

"Hey, why'd you do that?," Iggy complained.

"You know Mom would freak if she saw this. You can keep them hidden in some secret drawer of yours and look at them in private, don't flaunt them. Pervert." I stick my tongue out. "Why don't we just go to the den and watch a movie. That way we won't be bored to death listening to Iggy talk."

"Hey!," he exclaimed again.

I led them to the den and then popped Transformers 2 into the DVD player. I grabbed a recliner and dragged it away from everyone else.

Fang POV

So, Max was a girl. She was really unusual. When she suggested watching a movie, she dragged her seat away from all of us, as if we had a disease. Just to annoy her, I drag my seat over too.

"Hey," I whisper in her ear.

She looks up startled, then annoyance seeps into her features. "What do you need?," she asks rudely.

I'm so close that I an see into the deep depths of her chocolate eyes to find out there are gold flecks inside the colour. I keep on staring at her, fully taking in her appearance. Her brown/blonde hair was pin straight and reached past her shoulder's. She had a fair complexion and an athletic body. Max was actually very beautiful. Her features were so unlike her parents and twin siblings blonde hair and tan skin tone and her elder brother's strawberry blonde and pale skin tone.

"What are you staring at?," she snaps.

I'm taken out of my daze and just grin mischievously at her. She scowls in reply.

-^*^-

The movie was okay, but Max had ignored me throughout the entire thing.

Right now, we were seated in the dining room. Max was across and to the right of me. She refused to meet my eyes.

Mr. and Mrs. Cooper came in with the food. Mrs. Cooper smiles sheepishly. "I hope you guys enjoy the meal. Luke prepared the food, he's the household cook. All I can do is make desert."

-^*^-

After desert and many more reassurances to get together again, did we leave.

I flop down on my bed and boot up my laptop. I log on to my blog and type my daily entry. My blog was sort of like my journal. A lot of people actually read it and I have some girls trying to ask me out. Crazy!

After that, I just stared up through my skylight to look at the stars. Tomorrow was a Sunday and I had nothing planned. All my homework was done and Mom didn't have any chores for me. I was free to spend it as I wished.

I sat up straight suddenly. Maybe we could go to the pool and the Cooper's could tag along. Arizona was pretty warm in April and we could just laze around. I wonder how Max would look in a bikini.

I quickly stop the thought. If Max found out I'd been thinking about her like this, I would be beaten into bits. I'd seen how Max had reacted to Iggy's posters. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Max was a feminist.

Oh well! It wouldn't hurt to invite them to come with us. Anyways, Mom wanted me to be friends with Max. It was just an added bonus that Max was fairly easy on the eyes. It would be a gesture of friendship.

After a while, I started getting drowsy. I got ready for bed and wrote a reminder about tomorrow's plan. I just hope it doesn't rain.