Me: Hi! Since only one person voted...
Iggy: Serenaisbestezrq387...
Me:I will force Iggy to sing Lady Ga ga's Bad Romance!
Iggy: Damn you!
Me:Shut up and sing!
Iggy:Yeah? And why would I do this?
Me:Well, maybe because you don't want your teddy bear to die... Mua ha ha ha! *holds his teddy bear over a pool full with crocodiles*
Iggy: NOOOO! Just not Mr. Piggins! Give him back! I will sing, I will!
Me:He he, here you are :D
Iggy: You're cruel...
Me: Yes, yes I know. Now sing!
Iggy: Ah, OK.
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Me: Wooo! That was Iggy from Maximum Ride singing B-a-d R-o-m-a-n-c-e ! We'll meet again after the story!
Max POV
"Sorry dude, but I don't love you. It's not your fault or anything. We're simply not destined for eachother. I mean, look at yourself. You're human and I'm unicorn. This simply wouldn't work" I mumbled to the waiter. He nodded, confused, probably thinking that I'm sick on my mind. Well, whatever. " And pour me more vodka" I added, raising my empty glass.
The man nodded and hurriedly walked away. I relied my chin on my hand and groaned loudly.
My. Ears. Were. Bleading! Justin Bieber blasted through the stereo and I felt like throwing up.
Were the D.J's planning mass destruction, or something?
They could have picked a better music for a welcome party. Like rock, or something...Well, actually they should. Zip. Nada. Zilch.
And if you're wondering, yup you heard me right. Me, the I-am-too-cool-for-parties Maximum Ride, went at a party. Surprising, huh?
I guess, you guys, have already realised that I'm not a party person. Simply, not my style. So at first I wasn't blowing bubbles and throwing up with rainbow from happiness. But after Mr. Emotionless declared to come, I had no other way, but to agree, aswell. Afterall, it would be little too suspicious, if a hormonal teenager boy, wouldn't come to the only party in a year, containing girls.
"Wa'ssup dude?" Iggy said as he plopped down next to me. I glanced at him with the corner of my eye and shrugged. What was there to talk about? Strawberry muffins?
Iggy sighed loudly and leaned back, against his chair. I looked up at him and suddenly, felt the urge to lay down on his knees. I brought forward to him, but changed my mind after I felt the smell of cigarette smoke.
Not my favourite, if you want to know.
"You smell" I grumbled, as I pushed Iggy away. He rolled his eyes at my childish behaviour, but didn't seem offended. Just then, the waiter brought the booze and put it in front of us. I gave him a small nod, in a thankfull motion, and drank the liquor in one gulp. I put down the glass and wiped my mouth. I rose unsteadily and staggering, approached to the bar.
Then, I suddenly got the need to feed my faun. I turned back and stood up on the table, kicking the glass of it. Shouting over the music, I started to call him over to me.
"THOMAS! COME HERE! IT'S DINNER TIME!"
I felt something on my leg and I quickly jumped backwards. I staggered a little bit but quickly regained the balance.
"Max, you're going crazy. Get down here, right now!" Iggy muttered, through his teeth. What was wong with him? Did he want my dear friend to die from hunger?
"Let go!" I screamed " You better go to your girlfriend! She's lonely right now, crying her eyes out in despair!"
I put hands on my hips and glared down at him. Poor, poor llama. First he made her pregnant and now he wanted to leave her alone. Bastard.
"What are you talking about, Max? You are drunk! Get here right now!" he demanded, pointing to the floor. His face was red from fury, and he was about to explode anytime soon. That's why I decided to slap him
"WHAT. THE. HELL?" he yelled, touching his swollen cheek, his eyebrows narrowing from anger. I shrugged and patted his back.
"Don't cry Iggy. Your's mama, here" I proclaimed, pouting a bit. I was just about to hug him in a comforting way, when he caught me around my waist and throwed over his shoulder.
"Wha-...What are you doing? Put me down!" I wailed, as I curled my hand into fist and hit his back.
He ignored me and after a while, we were finally beyond all the noise.
Then, I fell into blissful dream.
Iggy POV
I lay Max down on his bed and covered him with a blanket.
Poor guy, not being able to drop of alcohol.
I was just at the door, when I stopped my tracks. I pulled up my blouse and sniffed. Ewww. I wrinkled my nose and rolled it back down. Max was right, I did smell with a cigarette shit.
I started to unfasten the buttons of my chemise and approximated to the wardrobe. I took the shirt off at one go and threw somewhere behind me. Then I took out my favourite blue tee and slipped it on. I put the key into my pocket and was just about to leave the room, when someone's hands sneaked around my waist. Stratled, I gasped out loud and jumped backwards. After cooling off a bit, I turned around and sent Max a death glare.
"Ride. Get back to bed." I croaked, hiding face in my hands. Please go, please go, please go Max shook his head stubbornly and pouted like a little child. I sighed out loud and slowly approached to him.
" Listen, Max. You're very sleepy. You're eyes are heavy and you want to go back to bed. " I drawled, closing his eyes. "You want to sleep..." Max snapped his eyes open and shaking his head, crossed arms over his chest. Damn, what's with this dude?
"It's hot here. Help me with my clothes" he demanded. Huh?
When my brain finally decrypted what he had just said, I frowned and shot him a look. I raised my hands up in defence and slowly backed away.
"Dude, do it yourself" I muttered, being completely freaked out.
Max shrugged and with one smooth motion took off his shirt.
I was planning, to leave you guys here, but since I'm not that cruel...
My chin, literally hit the floor as I stared at his soft, round, symmetrical- I'll get to the point- breasts.
Max rolled his- ...her-... whatever shoulders and stretched the back of... let's just stay with 'his' , neck.
"So hot..." he mumbled and let his pants down, revealing black girly boxers. He stepped out of the jeans and left it on the floor. Heh, so he did, actually have something from the guys nature.
I stared at Max, not really sure what to do. I wasn't thinking straight, especially since a drank some booze tonight. Maybe I was hallucinating and this was just a dream? I pinched my cheek really hard, hoping to wake up from this nightmare, but nothing actually happened.
Max rised her eyebrow at me, confused with my behaviour.
" You're wierd, pal. Better go visit your llama or she'll break up with you" Max mumbled, waving her finger at me. "And you know what? Thought I'm a unicorn I absolutely hate wigs. I want to scratch my head, but can't because of this crap" she said, prolonging the vowels. And then, just like that, her long dirty blond hair fell on her shoulders.
"Give this to your girlfriend as a gift" she suggested and threw the wig at me, hitting accurately my face. Then ignoring my schocked expression, went back to bed.
Me: That's it for now, hope you all enjoyed :) And sorry for all mistakes
Iggy:A lot of people asked if this fanfic is based on movie "She's the man". Well, no. We'll use some scenes, but the story won't be the same. We'll make a love triangle between Max, duh, Fang and uh, me. Not like I wanted to take part in it, but since it's banana's story...
Me: That's exactly what I'm about to do. yet, I don't know hwo will win, so keep voting guys, keep voting
Iggy: Mhm, I wonder what song will I have to sing next
Me: He, he . It's all to you guys. So... review and make the world better place