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Ch. 6:

Max POV

"Max! Max! MAX!" Iggy yelled, waking me from my peaceful sleep.

"What?" I scowled in his general direction, not wanting to open my eyes.

"You have an e-mail." He said calmly.

I opened my eyes and stared. "That's why you woke me up at 5:30 AM?"

"It's about your interview…" He taunted. I launched myself at him and took the laptop out of his grasp.

"You could have broken that!" He protested.

"It's my laptop. You're only lucky you know the wifi code." I pointed out, scanning through the e-mail, searching for the tell tale words of either 'Congratulations' or 'Sorry'. Sadly, I didn't see either and knew I had I had to actually read the e-mail.

Maximum Ride-

Thank you for applying. I have viewed many applicants and have taken everything into careful consideration. I have decided-

I stopped myself. Why couldn't he have just said 'You got the job' or 'You didn't'? Why was everything so looong? Just tell me! Okay, maybe I was stalling. But just a little.

I have decided that you are the best for the job. Come into the office at 6 AM. And I like my coffee from McDonalds. Black.

-Nicholas Walker.

"I GOT THE JOB! I GOT THE JOB! I GOT THE JOB!" I exclaimed and flung myself at Iggy for a hug. He took the tackle, but looked at me with an expression that said 'Shhhhhhh'.

"You'll wake Gazzy up." He pointed to Gazzy, who was lying on the ground and looking like a sleeping angel. Maybe if he was an angel he'd be easier to control…

"Wait. I have to go! I need to be there at 6!" I scrambled, grabbing my work clothes and running to the nearby McDonalds. It was conveniently right near our house – err, alley. I ran in, grabbed a cup of coffee for myself and grabbed one for Fang. I quickly used their restroom and changed into work clothes, not even bothering with make up, only slinging my hair into a ponytail. I stuffed the old clothes in my bag and set off to my work. Boy was I glad Valencia made me spend that summer working in an office alphabetizing.

I handed Nicholas his coffee, praying I hadn't mixed the cups up. I hadn't taken a sip of mine and had managed to confuse which was which.

He took a sip and seemed to flinch. "Sugar." He said simply. "I said black."

I tried not to smile. He was so… boring. Hot, but boring. I mean, come on, single, where's a suit to work everyday, won't put anything in his coffee, speaks in three-word sentences, and he's only 21! Dear God, please don't let this happen to me. I beg of you.

"I wanted to make your life a little sweeter." I smiled, the pun slipping out of my mouth before I could stop it. Way to impress your boss, Max.

His expression remained stoic. "While I whole-heartedly enjoyed that cheesy pun-"

"You're welcome."

He continued as if I hadn't spoken. "I asked for black coffee."

I shrugged, taking the cup out of his hand and giving him the other one.

"Was this some sort of prank you played the whole time?" He narrowed his eyes. "But you bought two to cover your tracks."

I sighed. "I wish I was that clever. But alas, I just bought this one for me and you gave me the wrong one." I took a sip of the warm coffee. Yum, so sweet. How could Nicholas not like this?

"I took a sip of that." He stared at me like I was crazy. "Do you know how unsanitary that is?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure you don't have cooties."

"I could be sick." He pointed out.

"Are you?" I asked, knowing he was perfectly healthy.

He half-smiled. "Let's go out into the main office. I have your to-do list there."

"Okay."

He briskly walked to the door. "Oh – and by the way, girls have cooties, not guys." Was that, dare I say it? A form of some kind of a joke? Even if it was the lamest joke ever. It was progress.

We stopped walking in front of a blond girl's cubicle. She was short, friendly looking, and- oh; I'll just say it. The girl had a scary resemblance to an angel. I was just waiting for some glowing beam of light and a giant halo to surround her blond locks and wide blue eyes. But it didn't come.

She looked up to see Nicholas and I. She began to speak, but then stopped herself, staring at Nicholas.

"Nick." Her eyes widened larger than they already were. "You're smiling." She turned to me. "When's the wedding?"

"Three weeks from now. I'm truly devastated we can't have a June wedding though." I replied, smiling. Nicholas dropped the half-smile, though.

"And I was so hoping I could have you." A deep voice spoke. I looked up to see a tall guy with shaggy blond hair. His sea-blue eyes glinted while he smiled. He was… he was that perfect mix. The one between cute and hot that everyone wants.

I smiled, calm despite standing in front of Mr. Perfect. "I'm perfectly cool with polygamy." He let out a laugh. He was Mr. Perfect. I was Miss Perfect. This was the type of guy JJ would call my perfect match.

"Dylan." He stuck out his hand. I shook it.

"Angel." The angelic – HAHAHAHA, that is too perfect – girl said.

I shook it and said, "Max."

"Max was just getting to work." Nicholas said between gritted teeth. Ticked off much?

"Oh yeah." I grabbed the list. I skimmed it. So… basically I was just alphabetizing things and calling people. This is going to be a piece of cake. (A/N: Heh heh heh. Cake? Get it? Cause I'm Cake and it's 'a piece of cake' and… Nevermind.)

"Get to work." Nicholas crossed his arms. I nodded as he walked away.

"You're going to need to be on it. Nick fired his last two assistants within a matter of ten days." Dylan leaned up against the wall.

Angel shrugged. "I think he takes to you."

I snorted. "Really? I think he would enjoy ripping my throat."

"My brother isn't a murderer if that's what you're implying." Dylan smirked and crossed his arms, thus completing the I'm-leaning-up-against-a-wall-and-looking-totally-hot-and-cool look.

"Your brother?" I asked. "You look nothing alike." I observed.

Dylan chuckled. "I know. We are related though. We have an adopted sister, but that's another story. The point is that he got the tall, dark, and handsome and I got the personality."

"True dat. Well, I better get on this list." I sighed.

"See you later." Dylan smiled at me and I walked to the cubicle Nicholas had showed me.

Dylan and I. That has potential.

No, Max! You came here to work. Not to ogle or possibly date the boys.

Eh, what's the difference really?

Now, this chapter was fairly easy to write, but I kept slipping up. You do NOT know how many times I typed 'Fang' and had to go back and change it to Nicholas. Don't worry, though. He will become Fang soon enough.

Last Song of the week: All Star. A lot of you guessed this one. Bravo!

This Week's song:

Just like a star across my sky

Just like an angel off the page

You have appeared to my life

Feel like I'll never be the same.

~Cake.