Hey guy! Vas Happening? Sorry to disappear for so long. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REVIEWS! And to answer one question a reviewer had, yes, they are in highschool. Max, Ella, Nudge and Iggy are all seventeen and going into twelfth grade. (it's summer…did I mention that? Maybe?)

Anyways…ENJOY! And again…sorry for any mistakes. :)

Unexpected Meetings

High heels are evil.

The stupid things kept making me trip! Nudge and Ella were walking along, strutting their stuff and I was limping behind, yelling "Wait up, you idiots!"

It is very sad.

"Remind me to kill you guys later," I muttered to them as we waited in line to get in.

Nudge gave me a reassuring pat on the arm. "You'll be fine."

I rolled my eyes. Oh, sure I would.

I also came to realize that Nick Walker is quite famous. Like, half the city came to his stupid "Love is Pain" concert, famous.

Just because the guy could hit some high notes.

Not surprisingly, I wasn't impressed.

We waited for almost a half hour before we got even close to the doors.

"It's almost time, it's almost time, it's almost time!" Shrieked Ella, squeezing my arm.

"Calm down," I told her. "Geez. You're acting like it's Christmas."

She gave me a look. "This is definitely better than Christmas, Max. Oh my word, what if we actually MEET HIM?" She shrieked.

"Let's hope we aren't that unlucky," I told her dryly.

Nudge wasn't kidding when she said it was on a "dress to impress" basis. I mean, these people were DECKED OUT. High heels (or hell heels…your choice), dresses, tuxes, purses…and perfume. It was enough to give me a headache.

I looked behind me and wasn't surprised to see the line stretch on and on.

Ella jabbed me in the side. "Pay attention," she commanded me as we stepped forward to give them our tickets.

The guys looked us up and down.

Which, not gonna lie, was pretty creepy.

"Okay, go on in," the bigger dude said gruffly.

Once we got through the doors Ella and Nudge screamed like they had just seen Niall Horan. (A/N: Yes. It is true…I am a directioner.)

"Oh for goodness sake, you guys," I said, pulling them along through the huge crowds of people. "Get a grip."

"I can't, I can't, I can't, I CAN'T," screamed Nudge jumping up and down. "We are in the same building as NICK WALKER! AAAAAAH!"

For the sake of heaven and the lives on earth, somebody please kill me.

Ignoring Nudge's fan girl outburst, I nudged Ella slightly to get her attention. "Let's find our seats."

She nodded and all of us, holding hands, walked into the center where he would be performing.

"Oh God," Nudge said, fanning herself. "I think I'm going to faint."

Do you see what I have to put up with? Yeah. Star struck seventeen year olds with no brains.

Looking at our ticket numbers, I led the way, ignoring all of the whistles and winks that were sent my way.

"Hey baby, wanna catch a drink some time?" A particularly daring young man asked with a sly smirk.

I turned to face him.

He was pretty hot but all I saw was a nineteen year old guy with no respect for women.

"Do you want to lose your head?" I asked sweetly.

His eyes widened.

"Yeah, didn't think so. So next time you wanna pick up a girl, make sure you know what you're getting yourself into, mm-kay?"

The guy nodded, his eyes still wide and we continued on our way.

"Maximum Ride, I will NEVER understand you. A guy—a really, really hot guy—just asked you out. And you said no. You didn't even THINK about it!"

Nudge was completely spazzing out.

"Didn't have anything to think about," I reassured her pleasantly, taking my seat next to them.

I was surprised to see that we got reasonably good seats. Right smack dab middle, maybe fifty rows out.

Not bad, I thought. But the room was really stuffy and in no time I felt sick.

"Hey, I'm gonna head to the bathrooms real quick, okay? I don't feel so hot." I told Ella and Nudge, squeezing past them.

Ella looked worried. "Are you okay? Do you want me to come with you?"

I shook my head. "You can stay here. I'll be right back."

I remembered seeing the bathrooms right by the front door so I started my way in that direction, snaking through loads of people.

The odds weren't in my favor.

I was going against the current, you might say. So lots of people stepped on my toes and I stepped on lots of theirs.

One girl was particularly mean.

"Watch where you're going, dipstick!"

Looking up I nearly fainted right then and there.

Brigid.

Oh, crap, I. Was. DEAD! That's where Fiona and the evils went!

But she didn't seem to notice. In fact, she didn't even look at me. Her eyes were already fixed on something behind me and she didn't look down again.

Making the sign of the cross, I blew out a breath and kept walking.

Which reminds me! Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming! What do we do? We swim!

Yeah, never mind.

Finally, I made it to the bathroom. Pushing the door open, I was glad to see it was somewhat empty. About seven or so girls were priming by the mirrors but I didn't pay them much attention. Going to an unoccupied corner, I faced the wall and concentrated on breathing.

Air. Sweet, sweet air.

I decided right then and there that I should've been paid to come to this zoo.

Not only was I like a babysitter, I was also on the brink of losing my car. And now I had to worry about Fiona and the twins. And yet, I am still here, with my friends, at an idiotic concert.

I honestly should be sainted.

St. Maximum Ride…yes. Quite lovely.

Taking one more deep breath, I walked back out into the almost empty hall. The show was scheduled to start in about fifteen minutes and pretty much everyone was in the auditorium.

Except me. Because I'm special.

"Well hey, baby," I heard a gruff voice say.

After practically jumping out of my skin, I looked around to see a guy coming towards me, his eyes wild, like he had been drinking.

"Ain't you pretty," he said, licking his lips.

I swallowed hard and attempted to smile. "Well aren't you kind. Thank you. But if you don't mind, I really need to get into the auditorium so—"

Grinning, he stepped closer. "Oh, and the little girl doesn't want to miss Nicky-boy. Ain't that sweet."

Stepping backwards, I stuttered. "Um, no, uh, actually I'm sort of babysitting some littles so really—"

"Come on, pretty girl, let's have some fun," he said, pulling me closer. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and I gagged.

"Let me go," I said in what I hoped to be a demanding tone.

It probably sounded pathetic.

Come on, Max! Think, think! Looking around, I noticed the hall was almost empty, besides some security guards that were outside the door, patrolling.

Crap! Double crap!

"Don't you dare touch me," I said, trying to step away from his grip.

He grinned. "I can do whatever I want, sweetheart."

"Actually, you can't."

My eyes widened as I saw someone whip the guy around and deck him.

Staggering backwards, the guy cupped his bleeding nose.

"Oh, man, you are dead." Then, as if on cue, he passed out, no doubt because of his alcohol intake.

"Idiot," the guy muttered. "You okay?" He asked me, stepping closer, into the light.

At first, I thought I was imagining things. But then I realized my imagination wasn't quite that wild.

I folded my arms and glared at him. "Well, if it isn't Nick Walker."

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