A/N Hey! Thanks for the reviews, as always. Special thanks to Anna Ride for helping me out with some future chapter ideas!

Disclaimer: No own Max, Ipod, Hunger Games

My eyes fluttered open. Still dark out. I clicked my Ipod. It was 2AM. Lovely.

I got up, and grabbed the book that was still on the little shelf next to my head. I jumped off the bed noiselessly. It was something I had mastered during the our free time. It's all about what part of the foot you land on.

I reached out aimlessly for the door knob until I finally found it. I turned right, following my mental map to the HOL.

I stumbled into the room.

"Oh m-" my hand slapped over my mouth. His eyes widened too. There sat Fang. Clad in...boxers. "I am so sorry!" I whispered, totally red-faced.

He shook his head noiselessly, in forgiveness. Lissa was right...Fang did have nice abs. 6- no eight pack. Yummy. WAIT! WHAT THE HELL! I am Max Ride. I am Max Ride. Max Ride does not think that way. I am Max Ride. Max Ride who had a boyfriend. Sam.

"Well... Good Night!" I rushed back to the open door.

"Stay." Fang breathed down my neck. Had his hand firmly holding my arm. "Here. For a while."

My heart stopped...why would he want me to stay?

I gave him a strange look and nodded. He turned back around, and sat down, in no way acting as if he was going to find any pants. At least no time soon.

I sighed and sat in a beanbag next to him. Opening The Hunger Games, I sank into beady goodness (which I am sure I have mention before) and began to read.

I was deep in the book when I felt eyes on me. I looked up at Fang, and he quickly looked down, back at the Angel Experiment. Hmm...That's weird...

I kept reading, and my eyes grew heavy. Soon I fell into a light sleep. Just before I fell into the realm of deep sleep, I felt two wiry arms slide under me, and pull me up into Fang's chest.

~o0o~

"Morning girls," came Abby's hoarse morning voice, as I heard the morning bugle in the distance. I groaned, always one for a long sleep. I sat up. It seemed that my book was back on my shelf with a bookmark holding my place. Gabby's book light was in it's original place. I felt my cheeks heat up when I remembered what had happened last night, the end being him bringing me to bed like a five year old...how did he even get me up here...? Hmm...

"Get dressed!" bellowed Iggy from the guy's room, "GOOOOO! To the lighthouse!" He called as we heard the sounds of 6 guys stomping out the door.

The girls got up much less war like, and filed outside half asleep. Jenny's eyes were pretty much closed, even though Lissa shrieked for her to cover her face, so none of the hot guys would see her. I had put on some black 'sophie' shorts (as Ella had called them when she picked them out) and a red and white soccer tee.

We scrambled down the hill in our half asleep state, and combed our hair, brushed our teeth, and waited for everyone else to finish applying makeup. After finishing all of our morning activities, we hiked up the hill, and went to clean the cabin for inspection. Adam had told us something about the nurses checking the cabins, and then announcing the best and worst cabins, the worst having to clean the Mess Hall after dinner. Blech.

I made my bed and took my towel (drying) from the rafters. I put my book in a nice position, and put out the picture that my mom had packed, of her, me, and Ella, and the other one of me Sam, J.J., and Tess, all laughing outside the roller-rink. The shelf was small, so I decided to put my book in my trunk, and angled the two pictures towards the middle.

I was surprised that I had actually put things nicely. Even Lissa had arranged her makeup in an orderly fashion as opposed to it all jumbled together in a pile. Ella gushed about my pictures, and rushed out of the room to tell some one that the infamous un-clean Max had made her bed. And put something away.

"Slingers!" called Carter, and Bill went to drag Lissa out of the girl's room. She groaned and pushed his hand away. Bill rubbed his nose, and made a face. Did her perfume smell that bad? I giggled inwardly, and helped Jenny take down Lissa's netting, and fold it up.

"Why...do you put up with Lissa? To be popular?" I asked, after working up some courage.

She glanced out the door. "She...knows something about me...something I don't want out."

"Blackmail?" It all made sense. "She's using blackmail..."

"Yeah...well...I'm not supposed to tell anyone, or she'll spill it."

"...Spill what?" I asked, cautiously.

She leaned in, and whispered it in my ear. Oh. I looked at her. "What are we going to do to get her back?"

Jenny smiled, and said, "I think I might have an idea."

~o0o~

We sauntered down the trail, the plan still fresh in our minds, and the very thought of getting her made me smile. Deviously.

I filled Iggy in, but told him it was a prank. He graciously agreed. This might turn out pretty good.

I sat down, and Iggy slid in next to me. He looked uncomfortable when Bill (Lissa didn't like to touch food...or drink...needless to say she set the entire table) came and everyone started serving themselves. He can't serve himself.

Once I had the bowl of eggs, I said, "How much eggs do you want, Iggs?"

Iggy smiled, and told me one scoop. I carefully served him one scoop on his left side. "Pancakes?"

"Sure. Why not?"

I smiled and got him a two pancakes.

"Syrup?" I asked, not having any idea what he liked.

"Please. And a lot of it." His smile faded. Iggy lowered his voice. "Thanks, Max."

"No problem." I put my arm around him, he was already like a little brother. He smiled and pushed me away playfully. I laughed, and dug into my food. The pancakes held no comparison to Mom's, but they were pretty good.

Lissa stood up to get something, and then had a change of heart. She got between me and Iggy's head's and snarled, "Are you going to cut his food for him too?" Iggy tensed.

I went on with out skipping a beat. "Eating salad so you don't get fat?" I looked around as if I didn't want anyone to hear, "I wouldn't even bother- you're still getting fat." I gave a fake smile and finished eating.

I had just made my first enemy. And all of my enemies go down.

A/N Shortie I know...Sorry. I wanted to end it there. Sounded better...After this 'day' the chapters will be a day-and I am going to skip some off days too, after we get into it more. Or condense them. I don't know. Because my goal is to keep it under 30 chapters (prob NOT gonna happen), a lot of days will have to be either skipped, or regarded as a boring day for Max...Does anyone even read these? Of you do, tell me in a review. I'll feature you. I'm just gonna rant for a couple more sentences so the review thing is hidden...Lalala...Anyway I want to thank everyone who ever reviewed and have helped me (Splash of Color- The suggestion queen:)! Thanks!

That little scene between Max and Iggy is my favorite so far...I actually wrote this, and then looked at the manga version of Max Ride and read the part where Iggy breaks down... I'm actually liking this fic...so review!

Last Chappies Question: All time favorite movie:

My answer: A League of Their Own. My first Tom Hanks movie (ahhhh fave actor ever) and Madonna was pretty funny. First adult-ish movie. Saw it when I was five, fell in love(:

This chapters question: Favorite place in the world?

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