HOLA! So, I've decided I might as well go ahead and post chapter 2 for you guys as well as chapter 11 for My Life in Arizona in the same night.

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride

Enjoy the Ride.

2. MPOV

Okay, so as much as I hate to admit it, the guy was cute. I was a sucker for his tourquoise blue eyes. And his sandy blonde hair, perfectly tan skin. Then it hit me: this guy was perfect. He had the 8 pack and the biceps. Gah. Too much perfectness. Maximum Gunther-Hagen. …Nah. Still not changing the last name.

I shook my head a little to clear the, uh, very odd thoughts. I had never thought of a guy that way before. Wow. I shock myself sometimes.

I looked away from him and saw Ella smirking. I glared back. She wouldn't let me live this down. I looked away from her and saw who I assumed to be Dylan's father had white hair, glasses, and wasn't exactly…in shape. He had harsh gray eyes, and looked professional-ish in his mother was a petite woman with red hair and the same torquoise eyes as her son. She was wearing a black dress and carrying some little purse thing.

My mom put some pressure on my back with her hand signaling me to go forward and introduce myself. I went in front of their family and curtsied.

"Maximum Ride." I told them when I had stood up.

"I am Dr. Hans Gunther-Hagen. This is my wife, Bridgid, and our son, Dylan." Dylan's father said.

"It's nice to meet you." My father said, suddenly behind me. "Your work truly facinates me."

"Thank you, uh, your highness." Dr. Hansy said with a slight bow.

"Shall we eat now? I'm sure we can all get aquainted during dinner." My mother suggested.

Thank goodness. I'm always hungry and I hadn't eaten since lunch.

We all gathered at the dining hall's giant table. Dylan and I sat together so we could get to know each other. After all, we could be married someday. Ella was serving so I couldn't have her there for support. Okaaayyyyy so this isn't the time to freak out, I reminded myself. I can do this. I am Maximum Ride.

"Maximum." Dylan said pulling me out of my little freak out. "I've called your name about 10 times."

I gave a little laugh. "Well, no one calls me Maximum, so that might be why." I offered.

He frowned. "So then what do you like to be called?"

"Max is good."

"Max. It suits you. So, uh, I guess we should get to know each other."

I nodded. "How 'bout you ask me a question, then you ask me a question, and so on."

"Okay. Why is your last name different from your parent's?"

"Ride suits me. It doesn't have as good as an effect saying the Incredible Maximum Batchelder as it does the Incredible Maximum Ride." I explained, grinning a bit. "So uh…what type of science is your father into that my father seems so interested by?"

Dylan's face darkened. "That's not of your concern, princess."

"Dylan, you might as well tell me now since we're probably getting ma-"

"It is none of your concern, princess. End of story."

There was a slightly-but-not-too-awkward silence.

"Sorry, Max. I overreacted." Dylan said.

I shook my head. "It's fine, Dyl. Er, Dylan. Sorry."

"It's fine. Let's continue, shall we?"

I nodded.

"You like being a princess?" he asked.

"Eh, it's fine. Too formal for me, but it's not like I have a choice. Would you like to be a prince?"

"I would, if you were my princess."

Oh dear goodness, too much cheesiness. Ugh. I did feel myself blush, though, to my own dismay.

"Well. Thanks. I feel…honored?" I asked.

I heard a laugh from behind me. Ella. I turned around and just barely resisted flipping her the bird. I did glare at her, though.

"You two were, like, meant to be, ya know?" she whispered in my ear.

"You suck." I whispered back.

"Who's that?" Dylan demanded. "Isn't she a servant?"

"Yes. I've known her for quite a long time." I answered.

"I thought you…would be more…I don't know…proud? Why would you socialize with someone of such a low status?"

I whipped my head toward him, shocked. "Well, you're lower than my social status too, ya know. I'm socializing with you."

He looked taken aback.

"Don't talk about Ella like that ever again, you hear me?" I practically snarled at him.

He nodded, wide eyed.

"Good."

Finally, an hour and a half later, the dinner was over.

As I was walking down a corridor that led to my room, my dad called me.

"What do you think of him? You seem to actually like him…more than the other guys, that is." He asked me.

"Yea. I think I'll give him a chance." I replied, smiling a bit.

"Good. I would hope you would."

"Oh and dad?" I asked. He raised an eyebrow. "What is Hansy-er, Dr. Hans's work? You seem interested by it."

"It's not your concern, Max." he replied.

"What the heck dad? Why is no one telling me anything?" I demanded, angry.

"Max, look, just go with the flow, okay? You'll find out…soon enough."

Without a reply, I went to my room.

It had to be about an hour later when Ella came to check on me.

"Your dad said that he's sorry." She murrmered when she came in.

"What, is he too much of a coward to say it to my face?" I growled.

She sighed. "I dunno. So are you gonna marry Dylan?"

I shrugged. "I'm giving him a chance. He's so…cheesy. Ugh."

"Yea. You two would be a perfect couple. He would…balance you. He's calm, and you need some of that in your life."

"Huh. That's nice. I will admit that he's extremly cute." I said with a small grin.

"Oh my, Maximum Ride has a crush on a guuyyyy." Ella sang while I swated her arm.

"Shut up, Els. We're going on a 'date' in 2 days." I said.

"What are you going to do on this 'date'?" Ella asked, sounding quite curious.

"Oh, ya know, go to the smaller dining room alone and have dinner. Maybe walk around outside for a while afterward." I replied, sounding nonchalant.

"Aw. Can I dress you up?" she asked.

"It's not like you have a choice." I pointed out.

"True."She replied. Then she looked at me and snapped her fingers, as if she was having an epiphany. "That's why your parents like me around. Not because they think my mother's awesome, but because they think that I'm awesome."

My mother's maid was Ella's mother, and Ella was my "maid". I hated thinking of her that way because she was so much like my sister.

"Yea, I bet sometimes they wish that you were their daughter and not me. Ya know, cuz you don't mind getting dressed up for guys and you don't get angry all the time." I sighed. "Oh, and you can cook with out burning the house down."

She shook her head. "Your parents love you Max, odd flaws and all."

"My flaws are not odd!" I replied offended.

She laughed at me. "Well, I've gotta go. I'll see you in the morning."

"Night Els." I replied and went to sleep, thinking of Dylan and I.

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