MAX POV

Iggy, Fang and I were headed for lunch, telling him the story about what happened with Lissa. He gripped our arms and smirked at us.

"So you're telling me Fang declined Lissa?" he asked. We nodded and he barked out a laugh.

"Dude, that's the way to go!" he said and fist bumped Fang. I chuckled and shook my head.

"You having lunch with us?" I asked him. He nodded.

"Guys! Over here!" shouted JJ. Her name was short for We headed to our table and sat down while Fang went to go buy lunch.

"Guys huddle!" whispered Sam. We put our heads together. Hehe, get it? Because that saying when people say- Okay never mind. We huddled up like a football team.

"Guys we should have Fang in our band," whispered Sam and JJ.

"I was thinking the same thing!" said Ig.

"Me too!" squealed Nudge. Their eyes turned toward me. Shit. Well, we do need another person who can sing. And he is awesome so far. I went through the pros and cons for about ten seconds and sighed.

"Alright. That's a good idea. Let's ask him," I whispered. They laughed at me.

"What?" I hissed.

"Max, you're going to ask him," said Iggy. What!?

"Why me!?" I whispered.

"Uhh because you're the leader and singer," said Sam, giving me a 'duh' look.

"Since when did you make me the leader!?" I said.

"Since you've stuck up for us in the sixth grade," responded JJ. I looked at Nudge and she nodded.

"Fine! I'll ask him!" I hissed and returned to our seats. Fang returned with a tray of food and slid next to me. Everyone glared at me and returned to their lunch.

"Fang, can I ask you something?" I asked him. He nodded.

Oh god, here it goes. "Would you like to be in our band?" I asked. I held my breath waiting for an answer. I hope he won't reject me like Lissa. He turned his head, stared into my eyes and answered.

"I'd love to," he said. They all cheered and I smiled at him.

"We have practice on Wednesdays for two hours. Starting at 4:00 p.m. at Iggy and Max's house," said Nudge and wrote on a piece of paper my house's direction. Fang smiled at her and nodded. Fang scanned the direction.

I reached in my backpack and got a Gatorade out. I didn't feel very hungry today. Weird. I shrugged and took out my song notebook. I've been writing a duet, and so far, it's pretty great.

"The great Maximum isn't eating her usual meal?" asked Sam.

"I'm not that hungry today," I said. Everyone laughed and I rolled my eyes. I shook my head with a smile and returned to my book.

"Who are you and what have you done with the real Max?" asked JJ pointing at me with her fork. I snorted and laughed.

"Hey Max?" I looked up and saw Fang looking at me. He gave me a lopsided smile.

"Yeah?" I said causally, trying not to look at his gorgeous face. Hang on! I did not just say that!

"We live next to each other. My mom bought the house that had a window in the right corner in front with the black stain," he said with a twinkle in his eyes. Oh dear lord. My neighbor moved out of that house five years ago, and left that stain there with god knows what.

"That's awesome!" said Iggy and slapped Fang on the back.

"That's amazing," I said. Truth was, I'm jumping up and down inside. He's my neighbor! Fang nodded and tucked the paper in his pocket.

"Anyways," said Sam.

"How did you three meet?" asked JJ. Lacing her fingers and resting her chin on her intertwined hands. Nudge stopped eating and scooted on closer and leaned forward. Sam rested his head in his hands, crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair. Iggy looked at me expectedly and Fang smirked, crossed his arms over his chest and waited.

I sighed in defeat and told them everything. Everyone held back their laughs when I told them Fang hit me with his car door. Iggy laughed little, and when I glared at him he started coughing.

"Let me get this straight, you hit Max with a car door and when she got up, she didn't murder you?" asked JJ.

Fang shook his head. He's very silent! It's driving me crazy. They snorted. I didn't hit him? Weird, I usually do, but come on! It's the kid's first day!

"Well it is your first day so she wouldn't," said Iggy, reading my mind. Fang nodded.

"So, Fang, what's your favorite color?" asked Nudge.

"Uh…black?" he said. Well duh! He's wearing black, his hair is black, and his eyes look so black that when you stare at them it looks like he's staring straight into your soul.

"Nice one Nudge," muttered Sam, picking at his sandwich. She glared at him and huffed.

"What's your favorite band?" asked Iggy.

"Fireflight," he said simply. He did not just say that.

"Funny, that's Max's favorite band," said Sam. Fang looked at me and winked. I blushed slightly.

"What's your favorite song of theirs?" asked JJ.

"Unbreakable," he said. Shit! That's my favorite song too!

"And Max's favorite song," said Iggy with a laugh. Fang smiled at me and shook his head.

For the rest of our lunch time, we asked him questions about himself. And Oh. My. God. The boy's like my perfect half! He has the same personality as me! When they told him that we both liked the same thing he chuckled slightly to himself.

"Wow…not even do we like the same thing and we're twins," muttered Iggy. I agree. Then the bell rang. Lunch was over. Thank god.

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