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Chapter 4:

Max's POV

If you guys have ever been on a plane ride, sitting next to those really fat guys who sleep 84% of the time and snore SUPER loudly, all I can say is that I finally feel your pain. The only SLIGHT difference was that it was one of those skinny, muscularly fit girls, who SPEAKS 99% of the time, and has one of the loudest voices ever. Now, I know what you're thinking- "louder than J.J.'s?" And I have a definite answer for that. "Uh... hell ya!" Yes, really. Now do you feel MY pain? She had awesome mocha colored skin, long, dark brown, curly hair, and these HUGE milk chocolate brown eyes, surrounded by a fringe of heavy lashes. She was probably only a few years younger than me, and TOTALLY into fashion. When I say that, I'm talking magazines, books, people, brand names, bags, dresses, shoes, EVERYTHING. I knew about 10% of every single word she used in our conversation. (Though I don't know if I would call it a conversation, she did the talking and I just tried, some-what, to keep up. I mean, what else was I going to do? Ari was drawing a picture [he would not let me see until he was "done"] and frankly, I hate confined spaces - planes FREAK ME OUT!) As I was listening to her rant on and on, I made a "Handy-Dandy Max's List of the 10% of Things She Knows About Fashion" to keep myself from jumping off the plane and becoming a bug on the windshield of the world. (Who says I can't write poetry?) (A/N: I know it was something like that - haha!)

1) Shoes: Converse, Running shoes, -0.2 inch heals

2) Tops: T-Shirts, tanks, camisoles, long sleeved baggy shirts, and hoodies

3) Pants: Jeans, board shorts, shorts, and khakis [on nice occasions]

4) Dresses: A what?

5) Jewelry: The necklace Ari made for me - which consists of one of those old coke bottle tops strung on a chain made of those teeny-tiny little metal balls... like the military dog chain kinda things? Yeah, that, but waaay shorter.

6) Would I wear converse with a "dress" (whatever that is!)?

Yup.

7) Would I buy a fashion magazine?

They actually make a whole magazine for that kind of stuff?

And that's all I could come up with before Ari touched my arm and showed me his drawing. It was of Jeb, Anne, Me, and Ari.

"Aw, that's really great, Ari! Maybe you'll grow up to be an artist!" I laughed, and he just smiled brightly.

"So, what do you think?" Nudge 'whispered' across the little walkway between us.

"Hm? Well, I think that would look amazing on you, actually!" I said honesty as she showed me her sketch of a dress she was planning on wearing to her school dance - she'll never be unprepared for any dance I'll tell ya that. Coming from someone who knows nothing about fashion, I can still say that I was incredibly impressed by this girl's skill. She designed a dress that would be great on her, and only her. She lived in Arizona, had an older brother, and twins, one boy one girl. She explained to me how she and her older brother were adopted, but the twins weren't.

"His name is Nick, but everyone calls him Fang-" Nudge explained, talking about her older brother.

"Fang? What kind of name is that?" I asked skeptically.

"-And he's in the same grade as you. He has dark black raven hair, super tall, like me, and not all that talkative." Well, I guess it really didn't run in the family, huh? "But he reminds me a lot of you! I really want you to meet him when we land, okay?" She beamed brightly.

"Uh... Sure." Did I know anything about this girl? Barely. Did I just agree to meet her family as soon as we landed? You bet. Maybe Arizona won't be so bad... maybe.

"Well, I really need to pee..." I said awkwardly as I undid my belt and stood up to make my way down the isle when the plane suddenly hit an air current. Can you guess what happened after that? I'm sure you have an idea.

That's right. I totally fell over, as I was about 5 or 6 isles away from the bathroom. Now let me ask all of you out there who're great with pop quizzes. My question is, "What type of person did I fall on top of? a) A business lady. b) A 15-year-old boy with a lot of acne. c) A fat man, asleep, and snoring SUPER loudly. d) None of the above. (Sorry folks this option "d" NEVER appears in MY life!)

Well, which one did you guess?

That's right! C.

I'm sure you would've never guessed that, right? Anyway, back to where I was...

I was on my way to the bathroom when I fell into the lap of a fat man who was completely asleep. All I can say, "OUCH!" My shoulder blade whacked the tray that was down, I hit my funny bone, and I'm sure that was my neck I heard crack. I stood right back up (in pain) to say "OH, GOD! I'M SO SORRY!" But did that moment ever come? No, the guy didn't even wake up! But what DID come was an extremely skinny lady with perfect legs and perfect skin walking over with her perfect plastic Barbie smile. Yup, you heard me. Walking towards me.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but could I have a word with you?"

"Umm... You really don't need to call me 'ma'am.' And also, did I do something wrong?"

"Oh sweetie, I just need to ask you a few questions..." I looked at her with my "Are you kidding me?" expressions. "...For the safety of the passengers." She added quickly, never dropping her white-toothed smile for a second.

"Well, I just really need to pee..." I said whispered to her.

"Oh, this won't take long, dear." Okay, now I'm pissed. Ma'am, to sweetie, to dear. I don't do Ma'am, sweetie, OR dear!

"Well, could it just be fast? I really gotta go." I was 75% acting because I didn't want to deal with this annoying lady, and 25% because I really actually needed to go.

"Well..." She looked around to the people sitting by us. Everyone was sleeping, or listening to music. "I guess so..."

"Okay, great, what do you need to ask me?"

"Well, may I ask what you were trying when you were on top of that man?" Yet again, my "What the-?" expression.

"You're asking me what I was 'trying?' I said incredulously.

"You see, it's my job as your flight attendant to ask these questions."

"Well, okay, you see, I was actually trying to sexually harass that man..." I said with a smirk on my face. Just to see the expression on this lady's face would be enough for me.

"Excuse me?" She gasped.

"Hahaha! Gosh, I'm joking." I said laughing. I had a huge grin on my face. "Wow! You should've seen your face just then!" I smirked hysterically. "What really happened was I got up to pee..." Every time I say 'go' or 'pee' and I can see the slight frown on her face, but of course, it twitches right back into position two seconds later. "...And the plane hit an air current so I totally fell over on to this poor man." I said completely joking. She was totally grimacing now. Ah, you had to be there. Her 'beautiful' blond hair was pulled back into a tight, perfect bun, and she had perfect posture that almost looked painful. She's really what you'd call "Flight Attendant Barbie ~ Limited Edition!" Her evil twin was back at LA Airport, at the front desk. Seriously? Do these people have any imagination? I guess their job interviews say "HELP WANTED: Must have 'pristine' platinum blond hair, A HUGE, fake, toothy, really annoying smile, and a huge ego to go with it. If interested please call 1-808-BARBIE'S-R-US!"

"May I please check your breath in the back room?" She said completely straight face. She wasn't serious, was she? She probably just didn't like me. I mean, Barbies only like other Barbies... or Ken, right? I'm neither, so she had every right to hate my guts. SCOFF. I give a slight smirk.

"Is there something you find funny, miss?" Okay. Now I'm really pissed. As J.J. would call it, something along the lines of "Urusai! Hounto ni mukatsuku!". (It sounds waaay cooler in Japanese!) Ma'am to sweetie to dear, and now to miss. That's as far as she'd go.

"Look, I really need to pee... So I can do the whole 'breath testing' thing as long as it's short." So, she led me to the back room, pulled out some weird device, and looked at the screen.

"You're clear." She sighed, almost disappointed.

"See? I told ya! Now if you'll excuse me... I really need to take a piss." I kept a straight face through this whole thing. I hope you're proud of me. That took a lot of effort, because when I said 'piss,' her face looked like it was about to explode! It was GREAT! I walked off naturally, laughing under my breath.

*ooOoo*

Finally I get to the stinking bathroom. I turn off my iPod and take the one earphone out of my ear. (I had to take other out so I could listen to Nudge talk my other ear, off.) I'm just about to put the seat cover down when I lose hold of my iPod and...

"Welcome to Max's Bonus Question of the Evening Sweepstakes! Step right up, your lucky contestant number #33."

"Come on up, don't be shy! Please answer the following Trivia question, for the whole jackpot. Ready? Let's begin."

"Did Max: a) drop her iPod on the floor, b) drop it, but used her awesome ninja reflexes and catch it before it hit anything, c) didn't actually drop it (Yeah, right!), or d) drop it down the toilet? You have 30 seconds to choose your answer. Tick, tock, tick tock... time is running out."

"You picked "d) drop it down the toilet?" are you sure this is your final answer?"

"Yes? ...CORRECT! You just won the Max Bonus Question of the Evening Sweepstakes! The jackpot is, the hilarious LIVE video of "Max Dropping Her iPod Down the Airplane's Toilet!"

Okay, no need to panic. I just dropped my $200.00 iPod down the toilet. No big. Okay normally I'm not squeamish, but EW! And what didn't help, the person before me didn't flush the darn thing! How convenient! CRAP! It was probably that big, slobbering, snoring, fat man that had it in for me this whole time! He used the toilet, left a gift for me inside, knew I was going to need to use it and then drop my iPod into it, then slept soundly because he had succeeded in making my life just a little more inconvenient than it really needed to be!

The plane hit some more turbulence and I fell forward, losing my footing. I grasp at anything to keep me upright and end up jamming my elbow (the same one I hit on the tray, thank you very much) right into the big blue button called, wait for it, "FLUSH". And that is the story of how my iPod got swallowed by an airplane's mini, smelly, lavatory. THE END! Hope you enjoyed the show. NOT!

I wash my hands, let out a few good curses, and open the sliding door. No hope of ever seeing my beautiful iPod again. (Please take a few moments of silence to honor that long abiding, faithful friend.) And step right into my favorite person in the world! Mrs. Platinum, Blond-headed, Fake smile, Plastic Barbie Doll of a Flight Attendant. Life couldn't get any better, could it?

"I have been asked to make sure that everyone is safely buckled into their seats. So please return to your seat and stay seated until the captain has un-illuminated the 'fasten seat belt sign'." Wow, they even make it sound like a prison in here.

"Uhh... your bathroom just swallowed up my iPod!" I exclaim angrily!

"I'm sorry Miss, I beg your pardon?" She asks in that little "innocent" little voice of hers.

"I said, my iPod fell into your stupid little toilet and got flushed down its stupid gullet!" (I tend to use the word 'stupid' a lot when I get really annoyed.)

"Oh, that's a good one! No one has ever used that one before! But you see that is simply not possible. Our planes are specially made so that only human waste can go through the little holes on the bottom. It is far too small to be able to take in any iPods. But please go back to your seat and put your seatbelt on." She says, with a bright smile on her, pretty little face. Why I outta... Breath Max, you can do this.

"Yes, well your oh-so-perfect little toilet DID swallow up my iPod, but that's okay. 'Cuz I'm a freakin angel! I will return to my seat and not do anything that I'll regret later!" I spin on my heel and stalk my way off to my seat.

"Smirking and frown lines build up after time. You could get permanent wrinkles if you keep doing that you know." Nudge says, oh-so-cheerfully to me as I sit down and buckle my seat belt. I thought my day was complete back when I was doing a face-plant into a guys lap, obviously not!

"Yeah, well, let me say this once, and only once, I DON'T CARE!" My voice rising with each word. I sit back and sulk. Nudge looks kinda put out for a second then brightens in a second.

"You know what you need?"

"What?" I spit out between my clenched teeth.

"A makeover! That will totally help! You know how feng-shui helps clear up a room; I know it will totally help you too! You need a new look. I mean, your braid is pretty, but do you even have you heard of side-bangs? And your eyebrows, with just a little help I could totally transform your face. You have beautiful colored hair and eyes, with a little makeup -"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down there Nelly. Makeup? ME? You have GOT to be kidding! I don't do makeup. Never have, never will!"

"Never say never Max! There's a first time for everything and I will help you reach your full potential!" Nudge pipes up, eyes gleaming. Woah, she's officially possessed.

"Uh, hate to break it to you sweetheart, (What? Just because I don't like being called 'sweetheart' doesn't mean that I don't use it on others.) But what makes you think that I'll even be seeing you again after this plane ride?" I exclaim.

"Uh... our principal announced you and your brother's arrival in last weeks newsletter. It's just a co-inky-dink that I got to meet you on the plane! He still sends them during the summer to keep us updated and ready for the new school year. We even start early! August 26th! School ends on June 1st. " Nudge says almost pityingly. Oh God. (Please kill me now! - Not really overzealous readers!) (A/N: Remember that one?)

"Seriously, like everyone... knows I'm going to be there?" Someone must have it in for me up there. Really bad!

"Yeah, they do that every year. It's so cool that our school goes all the way from Kindergarten to 12th! It's so awesome! You get to mingle with everyone! So I'll definitely see you around!" Nudge says happily.

"Fabulous." I manage to get out. The pilot asks the flight attendants to prepare for landing. Finally, I'll get out of this death trap!

*ooOoo*

I felt the plane hit the ground and start to slow down on the tracks. As people slowly get up from their seats and grab their luggage out from the overhead bins, Ari and I sit quietly with Nudge until the plane's at a complete stop. I'm not risking another face plant from my horrible balance on a plane for a long time...

"Hey! I bet Fang and my family will be waiting for me at the luggage claim! Why don't you and your family come and meet mine? That would be totally fun-tastic!" She said a little too joyfully.

"Uhh... Sure." I turn around in my seat (for the first time in the past few hours) to talk to Jeb. " Could we met Nudge's family at the luggage claim after this?"

"Sure, I don't see why not." He said, not looking up from his Blackberry, totally unaffected by my cold tone with him. It's not like I wanted to be here not to mention that I was making big pleading eyes with him so that he could come up with an excuse so I would NOT have to meet Nudge's family. Seriously, I admit, I could live without meeting the people who live with this 24/7 talking machine! They probably talk more than her!

"'Kay, great." I say through gritted teeth, got up, grabbed Ari's hand and we all headed on our merry way to the baggage claim.

"Nudge!" I heard a woman's voice yell, fabulous her mother's loud too. And God, it was freezing. Whoever was turning the temperature down 1 degree every second should stop. Like, NOW. I pulled on my sweater and followed Nudge to her family. I pretended it felt as if we were going to meet Dylan and J.J., quickly pasted on a 'Max's-Fake-But-Looks-Real' smile, and walked happily over to greet Mrs... Oh jeez, I don't even know this girl's last name and I'm meeting her whole family. Not. Weird. At. All.

"This must be Max!" The tall lady with super fair skin said as she hugged me as if I was her own. SHE FREAKIN KNOWS MY NAME? When did Nudge have any time to call or anything? We've been in a freakin plane all day!

"Oh. Uh... Hi! It's nice to meet you!" I said startled. I've never been hugged by someone I just met like that. These Arizona people are really interesting...

"My name is Alice, but you can call me Auntie Alice." Do I know her last name yet? Nope. I still wonder how she knew my name, though...

"Oh, Nudge was texting mommy during the plane ride." As if someone was reading my mind. A sweet innocent voice piped up, who came from behind "Aunty" Alice, grasping the long, lime green dress that her mother was wearing. She had the cutest blond curls, hitting her shoulders with a thin pink headband to go across her head. Love at first sight? Not exactly. But, close. She wore a poufy white dress with some pink flowers on it. Sandals to match.

"Oh, and this is Angel." She said, then pointing to who I guessed was Angel's twin brother. "And that's Gazzy." I'll ask how he got that name a little bit later. Like, when we're practically family, you know? Right.

Jeb, Anne, and Ari were talking with "Aunty" Alice about school and the neighborhood I was guessing, and I was standing with Nudge for about two seconds until Jeb had spotted my suitcase on the conveyor belt.

"Maximum, is that you're bag?" I didn't even bother to turn around. I just rolled my eyes; because of course it was my suitcase. One thing about Jeb-he's always right. With facts, at least. My bag was the ONLY brown, splattered with green designed suitcase in the world, and yet, Jeb still had to ask if it was mine. Wow. I spun on my heel to go grab it. The conveyor belt was about 10 feet away from my back so I was planning on going to grab it in about two seconds, and be back. I spun quickly on my right foot and then pushed off of the ground to run over, when I slammed my face into a black rock. Or, what I thought was a black rock at the time. Turned out it was a 6' 3" teenager, wearing a black T-shirt, black skinny jeans, long, layered, black hair, and black converse... who probably worked out. And what was he holding? My suitcase, of course.

"Fang! I'm back!" Nudge said as she turned her head around quickly to see what I had gotten myself into. Fang? This is 'Fang?' Wow, she wasn't joking about how it's like he can appear and disappear when he wants to.

"Ouch..." I cursed under my breath as I rubbed my nose. "Uh, thanks for getting my suitcase for me, but how did you-?" I was cut off with my neck throbbing in pain. Yeah, I'm guessing you were all waiting for me to say 'I wasn't able to finish my sentence because a stared into his eyes...' or something like 'I love tall, strong, hot guys.' Something stupid like that, right? You got it all wrong. It was because he was so tall that I was pissed. I had to look so far up that my neck cracked, and W-O-W. That hurt like {insert swear word of your choice here}!

He stared down at me with a weird expression on his face. The type of expression you'd give someone when they gave you a really weird riddle. Not hard, weird. With his eyes looking to the right, and his mouth in a somewhat of a pouting and pondering way.

"Uh, sorry, this is my suitcase. Well, I let Nudge use it for her trip alone." He explained. Wait... he has the same suitcase as me? How is that possible?

"Thanks Fang!" Nudge yelled and gave him a big hug. He put his arms around her, barely even touching her back and let her do the 'hug' part of 'hugging.' What a heartwarming brother...

"Wait... so that's not my suitcase? Then where is mine?" I sighed. I didn't like waiting in this air-conditioned lobby-looking area.

"Here, I'll help you find it. Let's wait by the conveyor belt, 'Kay?" Fang said kindly. Yeah, he better help me find mine... payback for whacking me in the face.

"Uh, sure..." We walked over to wear all the luggage from our flight was passing by us. This'll take some time. How troublesome!

"So, you must be Max, right? I'm Fang if you didn't figure it out already." He sighed, as if he didn't want to be here. Hey, he was the one who offered and punched me in the nose. Kind of. Is he implying that I'm slow? He just met me and he thinks that I wouldn't have caught on that his name is Fang? What a butthead!

"Yeah, I'm Max but I think everyone in the whole state of Arizona knows that by now. I met Nudge 'cause she sat next to me on our flight."

"I guessed as much. My mom couldn't stop talking about you. Nudge kept texting her saying how great and pretty you are..." I saw his face turn slightly pinker and his bangs falling in front of his eyes. "I mean, that's what Nudge kept saying, you know?" From his tone, he didn't sound disappointed, just... reluctant.

"Oh. Cool. But I'm really not that great. Anyway, we'll be in the same grade right? What's the school like?" Small talk=not my thing.

"Normal." Thanks for the descriptive answer, buddy. I had to laugh at that - it sounded exactly like the kind of answer I would give someone I had just met.

"Oh. That's good... What's the cafeteria food like?" I questioned. I honestly wanted to know. I mean, I eat a lot! If I don't get fed the proper amount of food, I get REALLY cranky. You have no idea...

And that's when I heard Fang snicker under his breath. Did he seriously just laugh at me? Nudge told me that he doesn't laugh all that much. Or speak for that matter.

"Did you just laugh?" I said skeptically. He looked up with a huge grin on his face, brushing his long bangs out of his face in one swift movement. Wow, he had nice teeth, and a stunning smile to go along with it. It seemed to light up the whole room. He started laughing hysterically, clutching his stomach. I stared at him in disbelief. "What?"

"It's... just that... of all the things to... ask me... about... you ask me... about the... lunch food!" He breathed in each pause. Wow, I didn't know a guy that 'didn't laugh' could laugh like this. I didn't realize till later, but a huge grin spread across my face that second. I punched him in the shoulder and started laughing myself!

"You can't be serious!" I smiled. By that time, Fang's family and my family had turned their heads to see what was happening. All I remember was how wide-eyed Fang's family was. As for my family, I think they were just glad I could smile after landing in Arizona. Slowly, Fang and I stopped laughing and calmed down. He looked back at the conveyor belt and grabbed a suitcase from it-mine.

"Ah! Thanks!" I smiled. I had a feeling the Arizona life might be a little more interesting than I had pictured it.

"You're so different from all the girls at my school. You're a really... interesting person..." I just smirked.

"My family has outdoor B-B-Q's a lot, your family should come over sometime." His stunning smile had faded, and his bangs were put back into position, but he still had a slight grin on his face.

At least I know that he doesn't hate me, right? Woah! Where did that come from? "He doesn't hate me?" I don't think I have ever cared about what someone had thought of me before. Weird. I still had my smirk on my face as I said,

"Sure. I'll see you then."

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