My last week of classes!!!!!!! Yayyyy!!!!! Anywho, I don't own Max. Never did. Never will. I also do not own Dr. Peppers, Pepsi, 7-Up, Sunkist, Doritos or M&M's or Converses. Hope you guys dig it! *Love!*

Oh! And I found the perfect AJ!!! I'm posting the link on my profile! I'm going to try and "cast" everyone else too!

We made it to Denver and met Mom, Jeb, and Ella at the swanky twenty story hotel that the conference was being held in.

"Arkin has an office in Denver, but according to his financial records he doesn't have a residence here, so he must only drop by occasionally." AJ said, looking up at the crystal chandelier above our heads. I preferred dirt caves myself, but Arkin didn't strike me as the sleeping bag and tent kinda guy, and we needed to find him.

Mom and Jeb walked up to us, already dressed up for the welcome reception. "Okay, I managed to get four rooms. They're the last four in the entire hotel. We wouldn't even have managed that but luckily there were cancellations." Mom explained in a hurry.

"Okay, who's where?" I asked grabbing the keys.

"I'm with Luca." Nudge said quickly, grabbing a key. Angel quickly volunteered for that room too.

"I'll take the other one." Iggy replied, snatching a key out of my hand.

"Sweet, I'm in." AJ high fived him. Of course Milo and Gazzy followed.

"Roomies?" I asked Nat, trying to call a truce.

"No, Max! Stay with me!" Ruby whined.

I had to be honest, I'd much rather share room with Fang and Ruby, but I had a feeling that wasn't going to fly with Mom. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at Nat, Dylan, Fang, and I. Ruby had clutched onto my leg and refused to let go.

"I'm trusting you…" She warned. Ruby jumped up and down.

"Nice try, Blondie. Maybe next time." Nat smirked, patting me on the back and taking her key. "I got first shower!" She called to Dylan, racing to the elevator.

*Luca's POV*

"Nudge, truth or dare?" I asked, snapping my bubble gum and popping in another mouthful of Nerds.

"Truth."

"Have you kissed AJ? And please remember, there is a mind reader in the room. I will check." I giggled, like I didn't already know the answer. Her face was bright red. I couldn't be sure without a thermometer but I guessed that her temperature went up .72 degrees Fahrenheit.

"Yes." Her voice had gone down to approximately 30 decibels. She was telling the truth.

She hesitated for a second. "Ooh, wait! Please don't tell him I told you! I don't know if he wants anyone to know! Oh and please don't tell Max. She'll kill him. Then she'll come after me and kill me! Oh and she'll take away my pink converses! She knows they're my favorite shoes and I'll never get to see him again, so then I won't have AJ and I'll be stuck wearing crappy shoes!" She squealed.

Angel and I laughed. "Pinky swearing all around! No telling what anyone says!" I offered, sticking out my pinky. All of us agreed.

"I need some more soda. I'm going to hit the vending machines! Anyone need anything?" I asked, grabbing a key to the room.

Finding the vending machine was the easy part. I loaded up with sodas, making sure I had everything. Three Dr. Peppers, two Sunkists, two regular sodas and a 7-up. I then started to fill the M&M and Doritos orders. I piled everything into the bag I had brought with me and started heading back to the room. I may have an IQ of nearly 250 but unless I'm in the air, I have no sense of direction. It's probably a curse from being blonde. Since I'd had to come down three floors to find a good vending machine I started looking for the stairs. "I think I made a right here…" I mumbled, turning a corner only to bump into something thick, and kinda flabby. Height was approximately seventy inches and weighed nearly 200 pounds. And he was ugly. I recognized him from reading his personnel from his own database.

Dr. Timothy Arkin, age 59, and a deadly, ruthless, murdering scientist.