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Max's POV
"You are going!" Jeb announced, walking into the kitchen.
"Really? Mom said yes? Oh my gosh!" I said, putting down my partially eaten grilled cheese sandwich.
"Yep. And we even discussed how you're getting there, with out anyone knowing that it's you."
"Really? How?" I asked.
"You mind giving your self a haircut? Now?" he asked, pulling out a pair of scissors, and some pink hair dye.
"Sure. Hand it over," I said, leaning over and grabbing the scissors and dye.
I ran to the bathroom, and put pink stripes in my hair, and then chopped off most of my hair. Now I looked like a punk kid that resembled the famous Maximum Martinez. "Perfect. Now, if I where boyish clothes, I'll look like a punk kid," I said, walking back to the kitchen.
"Now, to get you out, I think we could bring in your look alike from Ridgecrest, then send you both out tomorrow," Jeb said, nodding in approval. (A/N We have Johnny Depp's look alike here! That's where I got that idea from. That and max ii)
"So tomorrow? I'm gonna go tomorrow?" I asked, not believing I was actually going to see two of my favorite people in the entire world.
"Yes, Max, you are going," he replied. "Now, I need to go down to the lab. Call Maya for me?"
"Sure," I replied, pulling out my cell. I was friendly enough with the girl, I had her on speed dial.
"Hello?" she asked when she answered the phone.
"I need thy help," I said into the phone.
"When? I can come up now if you need," she said.
"Please?" I said, laughing.
"On it. Bye," she said.
"Later," I replied.
"Later, punk chick," Maya said, walking outside in my signiture Converse and shorts combo.
"Later, Maximum," I said, sitting back in combat boots, a Linkin Park tee, and some black jeans. I was going to be leaving in about five minutes, and hailing a cab to the airport. I looked at the clock, and grabbed my bags.
I walked outside, and down the street to the larger street down it. I hailed a cab, and rode to the airport. I gave the cabbie a wad of cash, and hopped out. I got all of my bags checked, and went to sit in the terminal. I pulled out my iPod, and flipped it to my favorite radio station. I almost laughed out loud at the song that was playing. It was my own My Immortal.
I ended up sleeping the whole way to Arizona, and awoke to a stewardess shaking my shoulder, telling me that I had to get off. "Thanks," I said, grabbing my carry-on. I walked off the plane, and to the baggage claim. I grabbed my bags, and walked over to wait for my mom and Ella to show up.
I was sitting there, waiting, when a goth kid sat next to me. "Hey," he said, looking around.
"Hey," I replied, staring at the doors.
"Who are you looking for?" he asked.
"My mom. She and my sister are supposed to come pick me up."
"Cool. What's your name?" he asked. Damn, he knows.
"They call me Max," I said, grinning at the goth boy.
"And they call me Fang, but that's not my name. Come on, Max, spill," he replied, grinning back.
"I'm not gonna spill, Fang," I replied, rolling my eyes.
"Well, bye, I guess. I gotta go find my friend's sister," he said, getting up.
"Who's your friend?" I asked. Maybe I could get to meet them through Ella.
"Ella Martinez," he said, walking away.
"It woulda been nice if they told me you were gonna pick me up," I said, walking after him.
"So you are the Max I'm looking for," he said, laughing.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," I replied, rolling my eyes.
"What up with the punk look? I thought you had long brown hair," he asked.
"Disguise. I sent my friend Maya out looking like me," I replied.
"Maya? Why don't we ever see her on the news with you?" he asked, grabbing my stuff and loading it into his beat up truck.
"You do, but you think it's me," I said, grinning at him.
"What?" was his brilliant reply.
"She's my look alike. I send her out to do my dirty work, such as walking the red carpet for movie premiers I don't want to see that my manager has set up for me to get me into the acting business," I explained.
"I'm still confused," he said, getting in the car. "Why don't we see her with you?"
"Because, the press don't know I have a look alike. So I can use her to my advantage," I said, grinning evilly. He laughed at my evil look.
"To your advantage? You sound positively evil," he said, shaking his head. We lapsed into a silence, which he seemed perfectly comfortable with. I leaned back in my seat, and looked out the window as the town passed by. This summer was gonna be a blast. My mom, my sister and her friends, and Fang.
"What's your name?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"Nick," he replied.
"Well, it's nice to meet you F-Nick," I said.
"F-Nick? Really?" he asked, chuckling.
"Sorry, I like Fang better," I said, grinning.
"Yeah, we basically live on nicknames in our group of friends," he informed me.
"Really? Like what?" I asked, turning toward him.
"Well, Ella's boyfriend Jeff, we call him Iggy. We call Zephyrus Gazzy, for reasons you will soon know, and his little sister, Ariel, is Angel. Ariel's best friend, Monique, is Nudge. That girl is a motor mouth, and your biggest fan," he said, listing them off on his fingers.
"Really? Is that it?" I asked.
"Well, Angel found some kid named Dylan while in the mall. I don't like him, he's like a male model, brought to Arizona. Watch out, he might cling to you. The jerk thinks he's all that and has to have every girl that crosses his path," he warned. (A/N Angel is about 12, and so is Nudge. Gazzy is 13 and the rest are 15. Also, I have no problem w/Dylan, but in this story, he shan't end up w/Max.)
"I'll keep that in mind," I said, laughing. I was starting to like this guy. Maybe I should have Ella talk him into asking me out.
"We're here," he said, pulling into the drive way of a small house at the edge of town.
"Home sweet home," I said, grabbing my bags out of the back.
I walked up to the door, and found a note attached to it.
Max and Fang,
Dr. M is at the grocery store, and we went to the mall. Be back at five.
Love, Dylan
"Why would I love him?" Fang said, causing me to jump. That boy could move like smoke.
"I don't know, but I don't like people who tell me to love them when we've never met," I said, getting a weird look from Fang. "It's a star thing. I get tired of people screaming, 'Love me Maximum!' It gets annoying."
"Sure," he said, shaking his head once again. He reached up over the door, his hands searching. "Crap," he muttered. "I don't suppose you have a key for your house?"
"Nope," I said, popping the p. I flipped over the note, and saw the 4 simple words that changed my day. Took the keys -Angel.
"Angel," Fang moaned while I snickered.
"Oh come on, it's funny," I said, watching as he plopped down on the small bench.
"Sure, except it is supposed to rain between now and five. Hard." He sighed. I sat down next to him.
"I love the rain, it inspires me," I said quietly, pulling out my notebook. "I wrote this one the day before I decide to come, when it was raining in LA," I said, showing him my newest song.
"What's it called?" he asked.
"Hands," I said, looking at my lyrics. The clouds that had rolled in on our way here, were now releasing small drops of rain.
"Play it for me?" he asked, his voice soft. In response I pulled out my acoustic. I began to strum, and sing.
"If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's hands"
"Wow," Fang said. "It's one thing to hear it on CD, but another to hear it in person." I flashed him a shy smile. The rain was falling harder now, big, fat drops that soaked everything. A sudden thought occurred to me.
I stood up, and held my hand out to him. "I've never danced in the rain. Would you do me the honor?" I asked.
"Sure," he said, grabbing my hand. His hands were firm and warm, they felt like a safe place. I lead him out to the middle of the front yard, and put my other hand on his shoulder. He awkwardly placed his hand on my waist, and our dance began.
We had no music but the soundtrack in our heads, and still we danced. It was a fun, faster pace. We spun, twisted, and twirled for about an hour, laughing and joking the whole time.
Our dance showed no sign of stopping, until we heard a small snicker coming from the bushes. I slowed, but Fang just kept dancing. "That is Gazzy," he whispered in my ear. "I'm gonna mess with him. Just follow my lead. We never heard him." I smiled at him, and returned to our old pace.
We twirled closer to the snickering bush, and when we were a foot away, Fang let go of me, and pounced on the bush, pulling out a blonde boy, and a mocha colored girl. "Max, meet my friends, Gazzy and Nudge," he said, offering the squirming kids to me.
"Wait, Max? We thought that you were some random chick Fang had picked up. What happened to your hair?" Nudge asked. I could feel a blabber attack coming on.
"I had to cut my hair to get out of the death trap you call the press," I said.
"She apparently has a clone that she sends out to do her dirty work," Fang said, shaking his long black hair out of his dark eyes. That boy just made me sound evil, and looked cute doing it. Damn, I liked him.
Hm, this one is longer. Tell me what ya think! Please remember, no flames. If ya do, they get tossed into the flame pile for the wood oven for the pizza for the pizza party for all the non-flamers. Thank you!
Hands goes to Jewel, not me. My Immortal, also not mine, Amy Lee/Evanscene's.
Dedications: Shall be added at the beginning of my chapters. You shall see Yellow Bunny alot. Read her stories, she is a good writer! This chapter is dedicated to Ciara and Sophia, because I saw you guys last. Love you two!
~Isabelle~