True Facebook Love

Summary:

Max and Fang got in a fight. Max wanted revenge. So she made a fake Facebook for Fang's dream girl. Now if only he will fall in love.

Cue operation Heartbreak. Based off of Phoenix Fanatic's idea.

Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own Maximum Ride

AN: Okay, please take note that I (at the time of writing) didn't have a Facebook, so I had no idea how to make or work one.. So yeah. I'm trying. I'm writing this in Florida, and some in Wisconsin, and some in Minnesota! But yeah, it's taking me a long time to write this chapter, sorry! I've actually been pretty busy, but here it's here now!

Chapter 3

"Still Day 1, Phase 2, Actually Getting Something Done"

Max POV

Anyways, we made the profile, and sent friend request thingies to people of her "type", according to the social queen herself. That way Hailey might actually look real. We decided to wait to send a request to Fang, or it might seem suspicious, to have all of her friends and account made on the same day. I, though, might get impatient and friend Fang secretly at night, just because I hate waiting. Hey, I waited the majority of my life just for a normal-like lifestyle, so I ran out of patience.

So now I was chilling in my room, after Ella had left, staring at the profile of a girl I created. Hm, not bad for a creativity-challenged girl like me. The only thing we were missing was a profile picture. Shoot. I was planning on Ella being transformed (hopefully) and posing for any pictures we needed, but I haven't really told her about that yet.

Just at that moment, as if on cue, Ella burst into the door, carrying a scary-looking box. She ran over, and dumped the box next to me, making me jump. No no, I don't jump at sudden noises or movement, it was what was inside that scared me. It contained mostly unfamiliar beauty tools and hair crap. Some of the stuff I recognized though, because I bought them the other day at the store while I was out. I was looking for things to transform Ella with, because I assumed she was going to be playing the role of Hailey in any visuals.

I also saw some varieties of makeup, and hair coloring spray, and play hair extensions. I was still a little doubtful that this would work, but then again Ella is pretty skilled with transforming her face.

Ooh. Burn.

But she did know how to use all those tools to prettify herself and her other friends. So this might turn out okay.

"So Max, are you going to be in Hailey's profile picture, or should I," Ella asked. I stared blankly at her for a second, before she got the message and sighed. "But Max, what if he recognizes me?" Another face. "Okay fine, he'd recognize you first, but you'll need to help me do my makeup and hair and stuff." I grunted, but scooted closer to her, and peered at the pile.

Ella rolled her eyes and started grabbing things and laying them down next to her in little piles. Mascara, eye shadow, hair clips, the works. She started her daily makeup routine, but a slightly different style. It seemed more edgy and risky. I'm not the makeup expert, but what she was doing seemed pretty fancy, at least to me. She would try for one look, ponder for a minute, and then change some little thing about it.

As for me, I sat there, somewhat content just handing her things she asked for. After a while, she got up, looked I'm the mirror, and sat back down. She looked to me for approval. "What do you think? Good? Or do I still look like me?" I took a second to process it. She did look really different. But would it be enough?

"Here, allow me," I said, reaching for a red hair highlighter. I took it, carefully coloring a piece of hair next to her face. It completed the look nicely, if I do say so myself. "There, perfect." She smiled, took her phone, and snapped a picture of herself.

"There, now her profile is complete!" Ella packed up her stuff, took one last look at herself in the mirror, and left to her own room, leaving me alone.

I stared at the computer. There was no way I'd be able resist friending Fang tonight. Not if I just sat here. With that thought in mind, I closed the laptop and headed downstairs. Food will help. Food always helps. I grabbed a bowl of leftover takeout and sat at the table. As I was enjoying my orange chicken and rice, I heard footsteps on the stairs. Now, after living with the gang my whole life, I could pretty accurately tell whose footsteps it was. These were definitely male. And Gazzy was out with friends. So was it Iggy or Fang?

I have Lego House by Ed Sheeran stuck in my head..

I really have nothing to say here..

By lovely people!

-Julia