A/N: I'm back! Whew. I just finished typing my 11th chapter on my Max Ride Fanfic. And it's been 8 days since I haven't updated. Well, here it is!

Chapter 2

Rudy POV

Dear Diary,

Remember, this is not a diary. This is a journal. Diaries are for girls and journals are for guys. Let me try this again.

Dear Journal,

No, it doesn't sound good. I think "diary" is better, right? OK, let's try this again.

Dear Diary,

OK, then. Diary it is.

Anyways, as you can see, I just wasted two sheets of paper. I'm destroying the Earth! Sorry for all environmentalists out there. I can't help it.

So, what do you put in a diary (or a journal)?

Oh, yeah. Private stuff in your life. What happened in your day. Ugh. Fine then.

Would putting stuff that happened in your past be put in here?

Well, nobody would answer me here if I kept asking an inanimate object, so, I'll take that as a yes!

The first time I saw Liesel Meminger, I was ten. And in fourth grade. I didn't know anything about girls then, because of, you know, cooties.

I tried to ignore her while I'm trying to put on my seatbelt. I couldn't help it anymore, so I looked at her and smiled.

Let me tell you, she was beautiful. With her blonde hair all wavy and her brown eyes full of curiosity, I was doomed. Of course, I didn't thought about her that way before. Now, it's a bit different.

I introduced myself and she told me her name. She won't stop looking at me. It kinda crept me out and it made me smile at the same time. Mr. Hubermann is the best. Well, my papa is still the best, but Mr. Hubermann is cool.

When we were dropped off, I could feel Liesel shaking beside me. I told her it would be OK, but she argued with me.

We stood there talking about school, PE, German, Math, punishments and we went inside.

It was the best day of my life. And the worst.

She called me Saukerl at the end of the day!

Oh, she was a fast learner.

OK, now let's talk about present. Let bygones be bygones!

I'm Rudy Steiner, 17, and a junior in highschool. But there's a new thing that changed for the last seven years, and it's not my age. Or my physical appearance.

I'm deeply, so deeply in love with Liesel Meminger.

I know that she knows I'm in love with her. Well, no duh. I kept asking for a kiss from her since I kicked her butt when I challenged her on a 100-meter run. And I won. Kind of.

Anyways, I'm standing there beside Liesel's car, waiting for her because, you know, girls take too much time getting ready for school. They take forever! I impatienly knocked on the front door. Thankfully, her mom answered it. "Liesel! Rudy's here!"

"Oh good! He's taking forever!" She ran down the stairs and kissed her mom's cheek. Oh, I'm the one who's taking forever to get ready for school?

I glared at her. "Saumensch, you're making me late everyday. Now I'm sure I'm getting another detention for this. It's all your fault!"

"Oh, it's my fault, Saukerl? Why don't you buy your own car? Instead of carpooling with me. Huh?" She glared back at me.

"I'm saving to buy a car in a much better condition than yours. Besides, we're gonna be late again. And it's your fault. Again!"

"Just get inside the car."

I opened the passenger door. "If I get a detention for being late, you so owe me."

"Owe you for what?" She turned the engine on and drove to school.

"For making me late."

"You already said that. It's not a good reason why I owe you."

I didn't answer. I just stared at the window and breathed deeply. We were silent throughout the ride.

I decided to give her the silent treatment. When we got to the parking lot, I went out before her. I didn't look back when she called my name. Let's see how she reacts on my treatment.

The first bell rang just as soon as I sat on my chair.

"OK, class," Mr. Varner said. "Take out your report on the Reproductive System of Worms." I took mine out and passed it forward. Modern Biology is so not my favorite class. I was twitching when I did my report last night. And the pictures, are so not cool.

Someone whispered my name. "Rudy!"

I looked behind me to see Jennifer Tyler holding out a note to me. "What's this for?"

"Just answer it. And give it back to me."

"OK..."

I was kinda assuming that I would see Jenny's handwriting in it, asking me out, again. But what I saw was a different handwriting. From someone familiar. I swear I've seen this handwriting.

The note said:

Rudy,

Why the hell are you ignoring me? Are you giving me the silent treatment again? OK, fine. I can't believe I'm writing this, but... I owe you. Yeah, for all the things you've helped me with. And for saving my life once.

So, please don't ignore me. Please? I can't stand you pretending I don't exist. Or that I'm just a stranger.

Please? And answer me back. I wanna know if we're OK.

Also, you have to have a date for the Spring dance. It's in two weeks. Sheesh. Girls are drooling over you. Get a girlfriend, dude!

Yours truly,

Liesel

My first reaction was happiness. But then when I read the "saving my life once" part, I was... What's the word? Um, captivated. Yeah. Then on the second line, I was smirking. On the last line, I was pissed. How dare she tell me that I need a date for the Spring dance? I'm cool. And popular. I just snap my fingers and voila! I now have a date.

Oh, she owe me. She really really does.

I wrote back to Liesel, saying:

Liesel,

I can't believe my silent treatment worked! I didn't know you don't want to be ignored. Ha!

About the "I owe you" part, well, how about we just forget all about it? Huh?

Nah, I'm just joking! Of course you owe me!

And I'm still pissed with you. Why would you say I need a girlfriend? I just broke up with Amanda two days ago. I think I broke her heart. Poor girl.

I won't tell you how you owe me, but, just brace yourself!

R

What would Liesel feel when she sees this? Let's just hope she won't be mad at me.

Yeah, I think I should stop writing now. My hand is cramping!

Well, see ya.

-Rudy

A/N: Sigh. I know this chapter sucks, but I feel kinda sick. My voice sounds weird because I have the coughs. And it sounds so bad!

Iggy: You know what, Aya? Keep your mouth to yourself! You're contagious!

Max: Oh, shut up Iggy. We both know she can't help it.

Me: Yeah, Iggy. Shut up. (coughs) Oh, this is getting worse.

Max: Just lay down and I'll get you some cereal.

Me: Wow, Max. Thanks. Now you're acting like my Mom. Except that she doesn't give me breakfast in... Wait. I'm not in my bed. You get what I'm saying.

Max: RnR?