Hey guys, so I'm working hard (not hardly working) to get this out there quickly, because I only have like, an hour and a half and I want to get up to Chapter Seven, because a familiar soon to be here holiday should be in chapter Eight, Nine, or Ten.

And I promise, I'll name the chapters soon. Anyone interested in giving me some names? It'd be much appreciated!

And if you guys totally hate this idea I have, let me know NOW! If you don't I'll assume you love it and keep it flowing, okay? So tell me!

Here's the chapter! Heart you all oodles!

MAX
"Max! Maximum! Maximum Ride Martinez! Hurry up young lady! Sam is here!" Mom shouted.

"I'M COMING! TELL HIM IF HE'S IMPATIENT, HE CAN GET HIS SKINNY BUTT TO THE COUCH AND PLANT IT!" I shouted back. I walked to Fang's room. "Fang, are you positively sure you don't want to come?"

He stared at me. Okay, okay, I got the message.

"Okay, fine. I'll be back in a few hours. If you need anything, everyone else is downstairs." I paused. "Will you come next time?"

He didn't answer.

"I'd really like it if you came, Fang." I left quietly.

"Hey babe," Sam put an arm around me.

"Hey yourself."

"So, is anyone else coming?"

"No. Iggy is teaching Ella to make pie. The kids are playing some board game, and Fang is…busy."

"Busy with what?"

"He was sleeping," I lied smoothly. Since when do you lie to Sam? I asked myself. Since you care more about your family then your boyfriend. Sam just wouldn't understand.

Well, the voices in my head may not be real, but they make good points.

"Well, I get to meet this guy eventually. After all, he's living with my girl."

"I'm not your girl. You didn't buy me. You don't own me."

"Well, you aren't somebody else's. That makes you my girl."

I rolled my eyes. Sam really needed to stop doing that.

"So, to the movies?"

Ugh. That meant he wanted to make out. "Ah, actually, can we just go to the mall?"

"Sure, we can make out there."

"Sam, I don't want to make out."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

We walked to the mall and wandered the stores. "Look at that," I pointed to a store window with a Christmas display.

Holy crap. Christmas was in two weeks. I totally forgot.

"Yeah, it's cool, if you like geeky stuff like that," Sam said.

I checked my watch. "We should head back now."

He walked me home and kissed me on the porch. I ran upstairs to Fang's room. "You. Come with me. We have a crisis."

Fang turned from the, you guessed it, window and looked at me.

"It's almost Christmas and I haven't gotten anyone anything. I need your help."

He followed me obediently downstairs. "Mom! Fang and I are going to the mall! Love you!" I called.

"Have fun!" she shouted back.

We walked to the mall in silence. When we got there, we looked around stores, me announcing who something was for and him helping to look. After about two and a half hours we'd finished.

Mom- a cashmere scarf.

Dad- a coffee mug that said Old Guys Rock.

Iggy- Headphones for his iPod, since he lost his.

Nudge- a karaoke machine.

Ella- new cleats for soccer.

Gazzy- some new Bakugan sets and a bionicle.

Angel- a stuffed bear dressed as an Angel.

Lissa- Hot Topic gift card.

Kayley- bangles.

Claire- hair clips.

Sam- a gift card for Game Stop.

"I'll have to buy your gift when you aren't around," I told Fang. "So do me a favor and go away for like, half an hour. I'll meet you back here at the food court. Okay?"

He took off in the opposite direction of me. I ran to a music store and bought a tuner for his guitar. Then I went to Hot Topic again and got him another shirt I'd seen. While he was downstairs before we left, I had run back because I "forgot my purse." Actually, I looked at his most played list on the iPod. Simple Plan seemed to be up there in the top, so I bought him a shirt that said Simple Plan on the front and the lyrics to Welcome to My Life on the back. I thought it was cool.

I met Fang back in the food court. He had shopping bags. I remembered Mom gave him money, but didn't ask what was in the bags. I'm not that nosy.

Not yet anyways. Not while he's still scared of me half the time.

So, Sam- like it or hate it? Let me know!