Author's Note: Sorry about that short chapter, I had no idea what to write there, but hopefully within the next couple of chapters, I'll have more details. And thank you guys for reviewing, following,etc.I really appreciate it!. i never thought this story would kick off like that...and again, sorry for the long awaited update; with school and everything, it's really hard to get on.

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I gaped at Fang who stood there awkwardly in the doorway, his mother and father standing on either side of him and his sister -I assumed- clutching onto his sleeve. "F-Fang?!" I sputtered, watching as he blinked in suprise before he became emotionless once more. "Sup'."

I rolled my eyes at his answer and gestured for the Martinez family to come on in. "Please, make yourself at home."

"Oh how sweet of you. You must be Max!" Fang's mom smiled and gave me a hug which I returned, surprised. She looked a little different than Fang did, with dark brown hair dashed with a hint of grey, kind blue eyes, but she had that same smile that Fang did, her teeth perfectly straight and white. She looked more like Fang's sister though, the same sky blue eyes and the sweet, heart shaped face. I loved her immediately.

Fang was a perfect twin to his father though. Both were tall, with a bit of muscle on their lean forms, the dark, cold look, but like Fang's mother, his father grinned and shook my hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Max. We've heard so much about you."

I raised an eyebrow at Fang who snorted softly and I smirked, loving the way his eyes narrowed to glare at me. "Oh really? I didn't know that I was this popular around here." The two adults laughed and proceeded to the kitchen to probably talk to my mom while I knelt down in front of his cute little sister. Her eyes widened a little and she hid herself even more behind Fang, the only thing left peeping out at me were her eyes. "Hi sweetie." I said softly, giving her a small smile. "I'm Max, Fang's friend. It's so nice to meet you. What's your name?"

She blinked at me as she edged a little closer, Fang gently coaxing her out from behind him. She tucked some of her blonde curls behind her ear and nervously bit her lip. Have I ever told you how adorable this little girl was? "Hi Max, I'm Angel. I'm seven." She whispered, holding up six fingers, then shaking her head and holding up seven. After looking me up and down, she hesitantly gave me a hug. I laughed and picked her up, squeezing her tightly while tickling her sides. She squealed and giggled hysterically, her delicate face lighting up. "AAAH! LEMME GO, MAXIE!"

Now normally I would have destroyed the person who called me Maxie, but it was Angel, and I just couldn't stand to make her cry, so I let it go, smugly looking at Fang who stood there, watching us with eyes wide. When he caught me looking, he scowled and plucked Angel from my arms, slinging her over his shoulder while she laughed and screamed, beating his back. "Put me down Fang! Max, help me!"

I smacked Fang's shoulder and tried to pull Angel from his arms, but man, that boy was strong. He simply pushed me out of the way and continued on walking like I was nothing but a simple fly. Oh-ho was I going to murder that jerk. "Oh Faaaaang," I sang, grinning evilly at him. I saw panic flit across his dark irises as he quickly set his little sister down and backed away from me. "I never got to avenge my humilation from earlier today..."

Angel giggled and for a moment, she seemed to know what I was thinking. Strange little girl, but nonethless, she ran at him and Fang took off, bolting through the kitchen and into the backyard. I laughed at his stupidity and chased after him, Angel disappearing from my side. Determined to have my revenge, I continued on. Fang was stupid enough to think that the backyard was big enough to hide in, and I knew that I would catch him in no time.

As I ran outside, I stopped, looking around in confusion. Where the hell did he go? I swore that I had just seen him, but he had disappeared in the blink of an eye. All of a sudden, I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up and I jumped and whirled around, coming face to face with Fang's chest. "AH! Will you stop that?!"

Fang smirked, looking smug. "Quit what, breathing?" He made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded suspiciously like a chuckle and walked calmly into the house while a burned holes in the back of his shirt with my eyes. If only, if only. For that, I was going to make sure. Yeah, that's what I'll do.

I followed him through the sliding glass door, just as Angel peered around the corner, grinning evilly while waving a roll of duck tape. I smiled and looked over at Fang as he sat down on a chair, turning on the tv. I nodded at him and walked over. "Hey, Fang, watcha watchin'?"

He shrugs and gestures to the tv which was on Spongebob. Oh jeeze, we we're going to need to have a talk about watching little kids shows...wait, what does that make me, then?

I coughed to cover my laughter and wrapped my arm around his neck, smirking at the startled look on his face. "Can I join?"

As he thought about what to say, a blur of blonde hair shot from the hallway and sprang on him, quickly wrapping him up in duck tape while I held him down. He thrashed and let out a strangled shout, but both of us had the element of surprise and we easily over powered him. Angel disappeared up the stairs and came back down with Ella's make up bag, her smile completely terrifying.

Fang's expression was completely priceless. He fought even harder to get out of the duck tape while Angel handed me some lipstick. Grinning, I knelt down in front of him and waved it teasingly in front of his face, chuckling. "Time for a makeover, Fangy-poo. Angel?" The seven year old grabbed his head and held it in place while I spread the makeup all around his mouth and the rest of his face. Let's just say that after we were done for him, he looked like a clown-gone-wrong.

I grabbed my camera and quickly snapped a picture, sticking my tongue out and winking. "Perfect blackmail. Bye bye, Fang." I walked away, still holding the camera as Angel let him go and watched as he took off towards the bathroom. I headed into the kitchen where the adults and Ella were sitting at the table talking. I grabbed a glass and poured some soda into it before taking my place at the table, staring into my glass and trying not to laugh as Fang took the seat next to me.

Mom got up to set the food on the table just as Fang leaned over. "I will have my revenge, Ride." I waved the camera at him and raised an eyebrow. "Blackmail..." I sang, putting some steak and mash potatoes on my plate. Fang did the same, growling softly under his breath.

Just as I was finishing up my food, I realized that everyone was staring at me and I looked up, confused. "Uhm...what's wrong?" Fang snorted and shook his head while my mom looked away in disgust. "Where are your manners, Max?"

"Pig." Fang coughed into his fist, and, me who does not take being called names, smacked him upside the head. "Shut up!"

"Maximum Ride!" I cringed at my full name as Mom's hands slammed into the table and she stood up, glaring at me fiercely. "We have guests and this is how you behave?! Pull yourself together!"

"Yes, ma'am." I mumbled, avoiding her piercing eyes and picking at the small leftover pieces of food on my plate. Ella covered her giggle with a cough and I glowered at her. She sank back in her chair, withering underneath my menacing gaze.

After dinner, the Martinez' said their goodbyes and headed out, but Fang stayed behind, leaning against the doorframe. "Seriously, Ride, I'm going to get you back, just you wait."

I smiled and punched his shoulder. "Whatever floats your boat. I'll see you tomorrow. Night, Fang."

The corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly before disappearing, and I knew that that was as close to a smile I was going to get. "Night, Max." Fang practically melted into the night, his dark clothes blending in with the shadows.

As I headed up to my room, my mind whirled. Should I be concerned about Fang's idea of 'payback'? Why was it so easy to talk to him even though I met him a couple hours before? Maybe this was the start of a close friendship? I went to bed that night with a smile on my face, looking forward to the next day.