Hallo there. This is my first fanfiction that is a part of a series, but I have written oneshots before. Well, two. And one was a songfiction. I know it sounds all cliché with Max being new to town and Fang being her new neighbor and then they're best friends and the fall in love, but I promise it's not. It shall be more exciting with lots of plot twists. I am typing this while on a plane to Seattle, and from Seattle I shall be going on an Alaskan cruise! *is extremely happy* Anyways, I have done one thing. I kidnapped Fang. I know, I know. Very unoriginal. But I couldn't resist.

Fang: Yeah, couldn't resist my charm and good looks

Oh, shut it Fang. You're my internet slave, so go do something useful! Like, make me a s'more!

Fang: Fine.

Yay! *munches on s'more* anyways, this is Starry Eye, signing off!

-Starry Eye

Chappie 2

(Because. Chappies are cooler than chapters.)

"No." I said flatly, staring at the shimmery piece of fabric dangling in front of me.

"Please?" said the reason a ugly thing that called itself a skirt was dangling in front of my nose. Also known as my sister.

"No! I, Maximum Ride, do not wear skirts. Therefore, I, Maximum Ride, shall not wear a skirt as a part of the outfit I am going to wear that will make the first impression on our new neighbors! Or anyone else, for that matter!"

"I think you just like saying your name" Ella replied, scoffing at my attempt to make my speech sound important.

"If I wear a skirt to make my first impression on people, they won't know me! So I'm wearing jeans and a t-shirt!"

"Sure. Just don't wear something that smells like a barn." She replied. I can't help it if the clothes I wear to the barn end up smelling like horses and hay. I don't mind the smell, but most other people do.

"Shut up Ells."

We just moved to town and our new neighbors had invited us over to dinner. Mom had said they had a boy who was in the same grade as me, which would be tenth. Ella's a freshman.

I went to my room and entered my closet. I dug around through the half unpacked mess and found my favorite jeans. They were blood red skinny jeans with tears in the knees. The jeans didn't actually come with tears in them, but everyone's jeans today are torn, so why not keep them. I pulled out a black tee shirt that had a galloping horse on it with the words "Run wild" written across the top.

As I headed for the bathroom, I looked around my room. It was bleak an empty with only a bed, but Mom had said to wait until tomorrow for decorating and painting. I swung open the door, wondering who had previously lived in this room. All the walls were white, and so was the ceiling fan. And so was the bathroom. White tile, white sink, white shower, white toilet. I am going to suffocate from lack of color.

I turned on the water and peeled off my clothes. I jumped into the shower, welcoming the warmth. It gets chilly here in the fall.

EPOV

I snuck down the hallway and to Max's room. I put my ear to the door and heard running water. Yes! My evil plan shall commence!

I snuck into the room and was suddenly overwhelmed with white. I flinched and squinted my eyes. Wow. What does this houses previous owner have against colors?

I went over to the bathroom door and tested the handle. It creaked open rather loudly. I froze, watching the shower curtain, but Max didn't notice a thing. I snuck over to her pile of clothes, the only blob of color in the also white bathroom. I pulled the skinny jeans out of the pile and replaced it with a shimmery fabric.

Oh yes I did.

MPOV

I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself.

When I was ready to put my clothes on, I walked over to the pile. (A/N: What? You want me to go through every detail of what she did in the bathroom? Didn't think so.) I noticed it looked messy, like someone had rifled through. Then I noticed that my jeans were gone. And then I noticed that they had been replaced by a- dare I say the word? – skirt. Okay, I'm done noticing things now.

"ELLA!" I screeched so loud that I was pretty sure there was just a small earthquake in Timbuktu.

EPOV

I was lying innocently in my bed, listening to my iPod, when I heard someone screech my name so loud I wouldn't be surprised if tomorrow they reported a small earthquake in Timbuktu.

"Yes?" I called back, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"GIVE. ME. BACK. MY. JEANS!" came the angry reply.

"What are you talking about?

"Fine. I'll just go put on a different pair."

Shoot. I hadn't thought of that. After about five minutes, a very angry Max stormed into my room.

"Ella," she said, her voice dangerously sweet, "give them back."

"Whatever are you talking about, Maxie dearest?" I said, equally as sweet.

"You're dead." She spat and jumped up onto my bed.

I did the wise thing and ran for my life, but Max easily caught up to me. Suddenly, I was thrown to the floor and Max was sitting on my back.

"Where are they?" she demanded.

"My ribs are fine, but thank you for your concern."

"Ella, where are they?" she growled, getting angrier by the second.

Now I was scared. If max was sitting on your back growling at you, I assure you, you'd probably wet your pants. So, trying to sound unafraid, I said "In my room under the shoe rack in the closet." It came out as more of a squeak.

Max smirked at me and ran into my room.

Pooh.

MPOV

I ran downstairs (wearing my red skinny jeans), where I was greeted by the smell of heaven. Also know Valencia Martinez's (a.k.a. my Mom's) chocolate chip cookies.

"Ooh. Those smell yummy." I said, reaching for one.

"Uh-uh" Mom said, batting my hand away. "They're for the new neighbors."

"Please Mom? You know you're cookies are so irresistible." I said, batting my eyes.

"And flattery won't get you anywhere." She said, putting the cookies onto a tray and covering it with plastic wrap.

"Pooh." I said.

Just then, Ella came bounding down the stairs wearing some ridiculous ruffly (A/N: did you know that Microsoft Word doesn't think ruffly and shimmery are words? SHUN THE NON BELEIVER! *starts shunning Microsoft Word*) skirt and a pink tank top. "Ooh, do I smell Mom's cookies?" she said, sniffing the air.

"No." Mom replied.

"Liar." Ella said. "Are you guys ready to go?"

"Yup." I said.

"All set." Mom said.

I pulled on my black and red airwalks (seeing a trend in colors here?) and opened the door. Mom grabbed the tray of cookies and walked outside, followed by Ella. We walked over to a nice house with a stone walkway leading to a small front porch that had a bench and a rocker on it.

Mom was reaching out to ring the doorbell when the door swung open revealing a woman with dark brown hair pulled into a messy bun.

"Hello!" she said cheerfully. "You must be Valencia?"

"Yes, and these are my two daughters, Max and Ella."

"I'm Lindsay. It's a pleasure to meet you." She said, shaking our hands in turn. "Come on in!"

Mom handed her the chocolate chip cookies and thanked her for inviting us over.

"Oh!" she said, sounding surprised "You didn't have to!" but I could see the happy twinkle in her eye.

"It was no problem." Mom replied.

We walked inside. A tall boy with longish shaggy black hair and black eyes was standing in the hall with an older man who looked a lot like him, minus the longish hair.

"This is my son, Nick, and my husband, John." Lindsay said.

Nick's eyes widened when he saw me and he looked shocked, but it passed as soon as it came. He gave a slight nod in my direction.

I wonder what that was about. Nick obviously isn't very talkative.

His dad offered us his hand to shake. I took it, and smiled at him. "It's nice to meet you, Mr…" I trailed off, not knowing his last name.

"It's Ramón." He said. "But, please, call me John. And you can call my wife Lindsay."

"Nice to meet you, John." I said.

We were ushered into a very tidy kitchen and sat down at a square table with eight chairs. I stared at the delicious looking food and hoped I wasn't drooling.

Hai again! Since I usually don't write my chapters all at once, there shall sometimes be an A/N in between the parts I've written at different times. So, now I'm on the plane back from Seattle. The cruise is over. I am going to sorely miss the soft serve machine and the hot chocolate machine. Oh well. My state of depression shall not deter this story from being written! So on we go! On Dasher, on Prancer, on Rudolph, on Vixen!

Fang: *cough*dramaqueen*cough*

What did you say?

Fang: nothin'

Me: *narrows eyes* you better watch yourself. I have the power to make you do whatever you want in this fanfiction.

Fang: NO! NOT THE UNICORNS AND RAINBOWS AGAIN!

Mwahahahahahahahahahaha!

-Starry Eye

Lindsay must have noticed the way I was looking at the food because she said, "You can go on and start eating if you'd like. I'll be there in a minute."

I grabbed my plate and began stacking it with food. Ella gave me a disapproving look, so I stuck my tongue out at her. Then Mom gave me a disapproving look.

When Lindsay (It feels weird calling her by her first name…) came and sat down, everyone began eating. And, boy, it was good. I'm so fortunate that my world is full of great cooks to make up for my lack of skills in that area. I once burned the butter while trying to make a pancake. Then it caught fire. It seems every time I try and prepare food, it catches fire. Even salad, and I know that from experience.

Nick barley took any food, and even then he picked at it, only eating half. I saw his Mom shoot him a look. Could that have been worry in her eyes? Maybe this kid is emo…

Mom was talking to Lindsay about their jobs. Mom is a vet. Apparently, John isn't home for dinner often, so tonight he had to take a couple of hours off work to make it. I was in a heated discussion with John about why the Steelers are a lot better than the Packers. (AN: that is dedicated to my amazing religion teacher, Sister K, because she is a big Steelers fan, and I know nothing of football.) Nick was talking to Ella. Well, Ella was talking and he was just nodding occasionally.

Suddenly, Lindsay interrupted our conversation. "Max, do you like horses?"

"Um, yeah." I answered, wondering why she suddenly asked.

"You shirt." She explained, as if reading my mind.

"Oh. Yeah, I do like horses. In fact, I have one. She should be arriving soon. My neighbors, well, old neighbors, offered to bring him up in their trailer."

"Nick does too. You know there's a Barn about a five minutes walk from here?" John interjected.

"Yeah." I said, feeling very comfortable with the new topic of discussion around the table. "I was excited to move here because back at my old house the closest barn was a half hour drive."

The rest of dinner was spent discussing horses and the barn, a subject that even Ella was at home with. Even Nick said a few words. After my second tall glass of lemonade, I asked where the bathroom was and excused myself.

The Ramón's bathroom is very nice. They have one of those clear toilet seats with fake fish in it. I washed my hands and was going back to the table when I heard something from in the kitchen.

"Nick, I wanted you to at least make an effort at this dinner. Instead, you're acting more withdrawn than you usually do!" That sounded like Lindsay.

So Nick doesn't always act like that. Doesn't he like us? I thought we were pleasant enough.

"But Mom, that girl-" Nick started, before Lindsay interrupted him.

"Ella?"

"No, Max."

How could I not eavesdrop now? They were talking about me.

"What about Max?" Lindsay said, "I thought she was a nice girl."

"She… she looks just like… like her." He said it like it pained him.

"Oh." Lindsay's voice sounded softer now. "I guess she does. I didn't notice that. Just, please keep trying. I know it must be hard for you, but please try."

"I am, Mom. I am."

They exited the kitchen and I quickly returned to my seat, all the while wondering waht that was all about.

Well, that's it for the second chappie! Well, more like the first chappie because the one before this was more like a prologue. So, please review and tell me what you think! Was it too short? I'm nor really sure about the length, so hopefully 6 ¼ pages were enough. And, it'll get much less cliché-y, because Fang and Max both have a dark secret :) And, when she learns his nickname is Fang at school the next day she'll stop calling him Nick. And, just in case you didn't figure it out, MPOV is Max's point of view, and FPOV would be Fang's point of view and so on. I will try and put a variety of different POVs in this story. So, please review!

Disclaimer: I dun own Maximum Ride. *Sniff*

-Starry Eye