I am so sorry for not updating! My took away my computer priviledges for a week, and when I finally got it back I didn't have any ideas on how exactly to write this chappie. I had the layout just not the details. Anywhoo, this a very boring chapter. I just wanted to show you what Max thought about Fang! Enjoy. The next chapter is interesting though, dinner time at Camp Starlight. Okay, I'm changing something in here. I would like to thank CrazyNerdyFangirl for pointing out my little faux-pas. Fang introduced himself as 'Nick' but apparently Max has physic powers and knew his name was fang beofre he said it . Sorry, I am changing it. Wow, Fang really doesn't like Lissa if he told her, his name is Nick. I would also like to thank ColorTheSky for reviewing so much. I didn't get that many reviews for this chapter :(. Oh well, I love all my readers, whether they review or not. I just really hope they would though.

Camp Disaster Chapter 6-A New Friend

Max's POV

Okay, normally this would be about the time when I would tell you how Camp Starlight is still exactly the same as it was last year and the year before that. But this time around, I can honestly say that life at Camp Starlight is AMAZING! Why? Could it be that I met this really hot guy who's really tall, dark, mysterious, and to top it all off, a really nice guy? Or maybe it's just the weather… NO! Of course it's because I met this really cute guy! Crap, I sound like Ella. This is what I get for pretending to be interested in her boy babble. Stupid! Yah, I met him this morning, his name is Fang.

Flashback

We were in the music room goofing around with our sound. Gazzy was in the middle of magnifying his little 'talent' with a microphone when I called attention.

"Okay guys, we gotta practice for the Open Mike! I don't care if it's just a little performance, we have to get it right. Being a band we can't just wing it, like a solo artist! We need co-ordination, especially now that we have two new band members Iggy and Nudge." I said, pointing out the different reasons for practice, using wild hand gestures for emphasis.

"But Ma-ax! We've been at this all morning! You dragged us up at 9:00am to meet Iggy and Nudge. Then you tell us we have to practice because the two new band members need to get used to the 'feel' of our band. I barely even had breakfast." Gazzy complained.

"First of all Gazzy, you were all excited when I told you we were going to meet a girl. You and Iggy seem to be getting along just fine, what with all the mischief and bomb making. Second of all, Iggy and Nudge do need to get used to the band if we are actually going to perform at Open Mike tonight. Third of all, it's only 10:00am and with the getting ready, the breaks, the complaining, and the trouble making between you and Iggy we've barely had 30 minutes of practice. So don't you start with me." I fumed. I was glaring daggers at everyone. I have gone over the TOP with all the whining and complaining. Gazzy just nodded, frightened of what I would do. Calm, find your inner zen, Max. Calm.

"Okay gang, from the top with 'I gotta feeling'. Iggy, do you want to lead us in with the drums? I think you have the feeling of the song now. Nudge, you know where to come in right?" I directed. They all nodded in understanding.

"A 1, and a 2, and a 1, 2, 3, 4!" said Iggy, counting us in.

(Bold-Iggy, Italics-Max w/ Nudge and Ella in background, Underlined-Gazzy)

I gotta feeling…

That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

A feeling, woohoo,

That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night-

I heard the sound of a seductive female voice over the din of us practicing. I motioned for them to stop. They all looked at me in confusion. I tapped my right ear, telling them to listen. We could hear Lissa loud and clear, though she couldn't hear our snickering through the sound proof walls.

"Hey, I'm Lissa. You must be another counsellor here. Nice to meet you." Lissa said.

"Nick. I don't shake hands." The other person said. Apparently Lissa's new boy target was this guy, Nick.

"We don't have to shake hands. We can do something else though…" She trailed of suggestively. Eeew, gross. Why does Lissa have to be such a whore? I decided to cut the guy some slack on his first day. He didn't deserve this, at least not from Lissa.

"Watch and learn children. I think Red needs to be taught some proper manners in flirting. Rule number one: Don't offer to get in bed until after you meet the guy." I said with a cocky smirk. They rest of the gang snickered. "Hey Igs, pass me your drums sticks. They can be my ninja weapons."

I strode out into the check-in room, which is attached to the music room/building somewhere at the front of the camp, near the parking lot. I saw Lissa's back while she tried to seduce some poor guy, I'm guessing Nick. I chucked a drum stick at Lissa's back. Smack dab on target! What? Girl's can't play football? Or baseball? Or any other sport? When was this law created? I want justice! Girl's are just as capable as boys in the athletic department! Lissa jumped and started wincing and rubbing her back in pain. Serves her right.

"Go try to seduce someone else, Red. Haven't you made enough guys wet their pants for today? You can try again on Monday with this guy."I said. The guy, Nick whirled around to look at me. That's when I got a real look at him. God, can you say HOT? He has this semi-long black hair that stops at his chin, with a fringe that flops partly over his right eye. His hair looks ruffled like he just got out of bed. He has these deep, dark, onyx eyes that have this unknown depth to them. I got lost in them just staring. He is a few inches taller than me, and that's saying something, I'm 5'6. He has a really lean yet muscular body. I can see his muscles under his black 'QuickSilver' T-Shirt. Man, this guy is ripped. He wore mostly black, other than his dark navy Levi's jeans. Everything about him screamed 'I'm emo and I hate life!' Black hair (Was that natural?), black eyes (Again, is that normal?), black t-shirt, black converse, black SOCKS (Yes, I looked at his socks!) Black EVERYTHING! Thank god he's hot.

"Hi, I'm Maximum Ride, but everyone just calls me Max. I know, I know you don't shake hands. Me neither. That's cool. I see you've met Red." I stated simply. That's right, I don't shake hands, you got a problem with that?

"Nick, but everyone calls me Fang. Umm, your name's Max? Isn't that like a guy's name?" He blurted. He looked scared and apologetic. Ha! He probably thinks he offended me. Sadly, he doesn't know that I get that all the time. My teacher once got my name mixed up, saying that a new 'boy' would be joining her class.

"Fang?" I shot back questioningly.

"Touché."

"Wow, you're Mister talkative." I laughed. He barley spoke in one word sentences.

"Come on, I'll introduce you to the rest of the gang, band, group, whatever you wanna call it." I reached out to grab him by the wrist, but stopped myself. Considering the whole emo look, the little talking, the 'I don't shake hands' rule, and how he stiffened when I reached out, I'm guessing he likes being touched even less than me, and that's saying something.

"Eh, you're like me. Max no like touchy feely, and I really doubt Fangy likes it either." I smirked at my pissed off expression. I'm guessing he doesn't like people changing his name, how cute. Well suck it up.

The day went on like this. I introduced him to the gang and we all went for lunch. Fang, Iggy, and Nudge met Cheryl. While the others had lunch me and Fang took a walk. I told him about my life. I have never opened up to anyone so easily. I did most of the talking though, he just kinda sat there and nodded. I helped him unload his luggage from his 2009 Camaro. What a sweet ride. And it wasn't even this year's model. Sigh. I showed him around the camp and brought him to his cabin. Turns out, we're neighbours, goody! Note my sarcasm? I wanted to help him re-decorate his room, ye know, to make him feel more at home. But it turned into an all out paint war. We did manage to finish re-decorating in the end though. By the time we finished it was dinner. We didn't even bother to clean ourselves up. It would have been impossible anyways. So that's how my first day with Mr. Emotionless Rock (Like my nickname?) went. He's actually really sweet underneath that hard mask. You just have to know how to read his emotions. I can already tell we are going to get along just fine and dandy.

Iggy: Bad Aqua! Why didn't you update?

Aqua: Excuse me? Why didn't I update? You were the one who got me in trouble. Your the reason my amazing readers had nada to read! It's all YOUR fault! *Points finger of doom at Iggy*

Iggy: Noooo! Say it ain't so! Say it ain't so!

Aqua: It is, and now you must pay for your mistakes. No more Nicholas Sparks books or movies. I shall have to laugh at the Last Song MYSELF! Mwuah ha ha ha!

Iggy: ... R&R?