U A/N: READ THIS. I don't want to confuse anyone. This takes place the same day as the last chapter. However, it really also takes place about a year after the first chapter (: come on now, like I'd make the incredible maximum ride homeless? Not! 10 reviews=Next chapter haha I know I'm evil;]

-Ren

Max's POV

I woke up to the light streaming through my window. I took note on last night's happenings. I had gone over for dinner at Chace's, and he had told me he had the perfect gig for me. If you didn't know already, I play the piano. That's actually how I afford my huge penthouse in New York's elite.

I preformed for Chace, he gets me a recording contract, and I make big money. You're probably wondering, why would anyone want to help you? Well, Chace knows I've been through a lot, as in, he knows about my wings.

He's almost like a brother to me, and hey, he's even an evenly matched fighting partner. I sat up stretching out my perfectly tanned legs from tanning by the pool. Max, tan? Gasp! Things have changed. My toenails were painted a stunning blue; it was like looking into the sky. I stretched. My wings were cramped and sore. I had on a black laced tank top and sea green boy shorts. Some things never change.

I ate buttered toast for breakfast and lazed back on my couch. Chace wouldn't be awake for at least another hour. I made a protein shake and downed the whole thing throwing on a pair of juicy couture track sweats. Did I mention I was filthy rich? I co-own a fitness gym with Chace for rich upper east men.

I took a long run, coming home to find Chace lounging on the couch, as if it was perfectly normal, because basically it was.

"Hola amigos," he nodded his head in somewhat of a "sup" motion. I nodded back coolly.

"Blueberry pancakes, don't skip on the sugar?" I called walking to the kitchen. Yes, I can cook. Sheesh. Relax people.

"Extra bacon please." I rolled my eyes as he plugged in the x-box live, getting lost in Halo 3.

"Yeah, yeah."

When we were done eating, I took a short shower and got ready. My walk-in closet was kind of large, I might say. I wouldn't say I was bratty, just a little spoiled. But I think I deserve it after all I've been through, right?

I pulled on an orange Hard-Rock Café shirt and black skinnys. I had on black converse. I straightened my now auburn hair, and put it in two braided pigtails, like Pippy Longstocking. My huge aviators completed my outfit.

"Let's blow this popsicle stand." Not exactly charming I'd say. Not one of my best quotes. He blew on his fingernails and rubbed them tight against his shirt. I shook my head sadly. There was no hope for him and his total nerdy-ness. Why are you looking at me like that?

We raced out in his sleek black corvette. It was a pretty morning. Or what was left of it. I screamed at the top of my lungs to Underoath's breathing in a new mentality.

Chace laughed, tapping the rhythm on the steering wheel. We sung along to their C-D, off-tune might I add.

"So I need to get a few things…" I turned to him sliding my shades down. He groaned turning to look out the driver's window.

"Shopping?"

"You know it." I laughed at his pained expression.

"To the mall it is."

We went shopping for most of the day and had lunch at a small sub shop. When we got home I threw on my black hoodie and did a touch-up job on my make-up. It was just some small night club, no use in dressing up.

When we pulled up I was pretty surprised at the crowd, it seemed like this was the hotspot of NYC. Thanks for mentioning that Chace.

When we got in I saw a young girl, maybe 16 or 17 playing on her acoustic guitar. She was really good too! Chace introduced me to his good friend Monique. I smiled, she seemed familiar.

"Hey nice to meet you, are you on shift? Are you new here? That would be so awesome! You seem awesome! I'll help you, you'll love it here!" wow slow down chickita.

"Monique! She's with the band." She seemed disappointed.

"We should hang out after this," she seemed to brighten up when I said this.

"That'd be so awesome! Could my sister chill too, she's the girl who just preformed." I grinned.

"She was really good, I'd love to tell her that," I said goodbye to them to go warm-up. We did a few songs and took a break. I made my way back to the table to find a new boy sitting next to Monique and her sister.

"Hey I'm Matthew."

"Madison." I shook his hand firmly. All these kids seemed so familiar for some reason.