Hi! Yay, we finally get to find out who Max is. I'm sorry to people who give up on my story because the intro takes too long. To bad, they're loss. I couldn't care less. Anywho, I am not one of those people who beg for R&Rs but comments would be appreciated. Um, the plot will develop. Sadly, I am leaving for another place (not telling where, I don't wan't random stalkers) for like 1 and a half months and the updates might be slower cause it is not my awesome laptop, that I am working on. Or actually, it might be. Hmm, maybe i'll update on the plane. But don't get your bushels in a knot, I'm leaving on June 13th. So yah, hop you like it!

Camp Disaster Chapter 3-Max and the Munchies

So I was dragged to the camp's HUGE cafeteria. Yah, literally dragged. Max grabbed the hem of my 'Quick Silver' black t-shirt and hauled me all the way. Holy potato buckets! (What? It was the first thing that popped into my head!) Man, the cafeteria is sweet. Nice big picnic tables with vibrant table cloths, a chandelier hung in the center of the room, and all around surround sound (like my poetry?) blasted from huge speakers, this camp really was obsessed with music. And that's nothing; there is a GIANT buffet area, completed with a salad bar, beverage table, bread and soups, a main course aisle, and dessert corner. Welcome to my Utopia! I am never leaving. What to eat first… Never mind. Max has just dragged me into the kitchen. Guess food will have to wait. Sigh. Stupid max, if I didn't love her, I'd kill her. Wait, I mean LIKE not LOVE, okay? Get it through your head.

"Hey Cheryl, these are some of my new friends. They were hungry I decided to treat them to your amazing cooking for the first time. So whatcha got for us today?" Max said, flashing. My heart thumped wildly in my chest. An old lady in her mid 50s turned around from the potato wedges she was seasoning. Mmm, home made potato wedges, gotta love 'em.

"Maxie! So good to see you, honey. I'll whip up some Sloppy Joe's just for you. I know how much you like them." Cheryl, I'm assuming, said with a wink. I liked her already. She was really nice, even at an older age. We all sat down at a random table with a rainbow flower table cloth. I grimaced. Max saw my expression and my eyes trained on the table cloth, and smirked.

"So Maxie, Let's walk the walk and talk the talk." I said. Remind me why I was talking so much?

"First of all, don't call me Maxie. Second of all, walk the walk? Who are you, my grandpa?" demanded Max.

"Oh, so Cheryl can call you Maxie, but I can't? And you called me Fangy! I said what came to mind first okay? That's is exactly why I don't talk." I said indignantly.

"Fine. Let's go for a walk." We walked outside and through the woods. After wandering for a while we ended up at this big clearing with a river and mini waterfall. It was beautiful. Me and Max looked at each other and grinned goofily.

"I know dub this place, "Fang and Max's quiet place." I said breaking off a branch from a nearby tree and stabbed it into the ground. Wow, where did I get all these violent tendencies?

"Why does your name get to be first?" Max complained.

"Fine, it can be 'Max and Fang's quiet place'. Ye happy? Your so immature." I growled.

"Yah, but immaturity is so much fun!" She squealed like a pig. I know, Max, squeal? The world has now ended.

"TRUE that!" I grinned. Uh, look what Max is doing to me. Talking and grinning. She is a disease I tell you. "So talk, how do you know Cheryl, and why do you walk around like you own the camp?"

"Well, because I do own the camp. At least my dad does (AN: Jeb is going to be a good guy. I wanted to show his fun side in the story) But yah, Ride sounded familiar right? That's 'cause my dad is Jeb Ride. It's because of this that we could you the music room and that I know Cheryl. So you put two and two together and realize 'Oh! Max's dad owns the camp!' He is camp director too. A lot of people say he is really cool and fun to be around." Ohh, now things made sense.

"Cool" was all I said. We talked a bit more, with her doing most of the talking. I learned that Gasman is 15, and Ella is 14, the same age as Nudge. I also found out that her mom's name is Valencia Martinez, she preferred her maiden's name, and that she owns and works at a popular vet clinic. Man, why does everything they own have to be famous? Then again, this is LA. Here's where Max's story gets complicated. Apparently, Max's mom and dad met in University and fell in love. Max's mom got pregnant with her and they were going to get married. But then, Max's mom was forced by her parents into an arranged marriage. She gave max over to Jeb, sadly, and married the other guy. She had Ella with him two years later, but the guy was abusive and an alcoholic. So after one year of getting beaten up each day, Max's mom ordered a divorce. Then she and Ella joined Jeb and Max and the two finally married. They have lived happily ever since. W-o-w, complicated story. I smiled sympathetically at Max. She smiled back, lighting up my whole world. If only she knew what she meant to me. We looked at the time.

"Oh man, we've been here half an hour. We raced back to the cafeteria only to find everyone finishing off their Sloppy Joe's.

"Sorry everyone, Max and I went for a stroll. The time went by really fast." I apologized.

"Ooh, you and Max went for a stroll? I wonder why the time flew by so fast. Could you guys have been doing something? A little something, something?" Iggy asked wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, like the pervert he is, only to earn a slap from Max. Iggy winced. Max sure is tough.

"Hey guys, let's go unpack. Fang what is your cabin number? I'll be your guide." She asked.

"Umm, yah sure. Cabin Number 12. Just can you come with me to get my stuff from my car?" I asked.

"Hey! Cabin 12! That's the joined cabin next to mine. It really is only half a cabin. All the counsellor's cabins are like that. Get your stuff and I'll show you." She declared.

Igs: *grumbles* Stupid Aqua!

Me: Aww, common Igs! You can't say I didn't warn ya! Besides, I have bacon. *holds the steaming hot crisp bacon in front of his nose*

Iggster: Bacon? Bacon? Where? *Panting like a dog*

Me: Here all yours. Am I forgiven?

Iggy: Yodur Fhpmsorfginv.

Me: Ugh, your so immature!

Iggy: *Grins through mout full of BACON* FRG&FRG?

Me: R&R? That's what he meant.