A/N I DON'T OWN MAXIMUM RIDE. IF DID I WOULDN'T BE WRITING THIS. JUST KIDDING FYI

(F. MAX)

I glared at Sam so intensely that if I could shoot lasers from my eyes then he would be sliced in to small fleshy chunks. I'd laugh until my sides explode. See Max and I hate Sam for a lot of reasons. The main reason is he criticized us. Normally we ignore insults directed at us but me or Max don't. In other words insult me Max gets mad. Insult Max I get mad. Simple right. I glared at Sam longer and felt Max's comforting heat next to me.

When I first met Sam. I just disliked him. He was apparently some Nobel son and that I should get to know him. Ugh. He kept bragging about is "accomplishments" which were very very very small, but he just loved to hear himself talk. I don't remember what they were because Max and I kept rolling our eyes at him and snickering behind his back. When dinner come around is when it really went downhill. I sat down and like every day Max sat down next to me. At first Mom and Dad were upset when it first happened because Max wasn't "of royal blood" or something but realized that two off the things we shared were stubbornness and fearlessness. They eventually warmed up to it.

When Sam noticed Max sitting next to me he immediately started yelling at him saying he wasn't worth to sit next to me and said Max was worthless. Then I realized he thought Max was my slave! I shouted that Max was my best friend and that you not worthy to be even near me. He glared at me, looked around, and whispered just so Max and I could hear: Shut up and go make me a sandwich.

We stared open mouthed at him. He just stood there with a smirk on his face. Max and I glanced at each other and, in perfect unison, punched him in the jaw. He sputtered and bleed. He ran out screaming like a 5 year old girl. Max and I burst out laughing and gave each other high fives. Since then we stick extra close together when Sam's around.

I snapped out of my memories when Max shook me a bit.

"Let's go" he muttered. I could tell me wanted to hit him so hard he would be on life support. I agreed with him fully. I shot Sam one last glare and left behind Max. We turned a corner and ran all the way to my room.

I don't like it very much. It's all puffy and girly. The only good part is that it has a terrific view of the market, but not today because it was raining. I stared at the market where Max bought Fang. It's still a mystery why he did. I remembered Fang's olive toned skin, his pitch black eyes, and his six pack. I shook the thoughts away.

"So now what" I asked. max looked at me for a moment and then hit me with a nearby pillow. I laughed and grabbed another pillow and wacked him in the face with it. He laughed and I laughed as we began an epic pillow fight. Feathers flew everywhere and stuck to us.

After we were covered in feathers from the pillow fight we dangled our heads over the bed thinking of what else to do.
"Idea" Max announced bolting up.

"What" I asked

"Let's go find Fang" He said smiling.

"You know for the entire time I've live here I have no clue where the slaves are" I said blushing.

"Join the club" Max said opening the door. We walked out of the room.

"So how are we going to find him" I asked.

"Well I guessing some place guarded so they don't escape. Theres poor light so they don't know there surroundings very well. amd screams will probably be heared." Max said in Hannibal Lector style way.

"When I find that DVD I'm going to burn it" I said looking him straight in the eye.

"Yeah cause it's usally you I see in my nightmare killing people. Of course those people are usally Sam" He said.

"Thank you. I'm toughed" I said. Then I heard two people muttering to each other.

Uh oh.

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