Camp Disaster Chapter 13 Show 'Em How We Rock!, a maximum ride fanfic

Hey peeps. Long time no write. I bet the lot of you have already given up on my story. But that's okay. I'm still gonna keep going. Last time, alot of my frequent reviewers didnt well review. :(. Kinda dissapointed. Hopefully this will draw more attention. But then again. I posted the last chapter at like midnight 5 weeks ago. lol.

Camp Disaster Chapter 13-Show 'Em How We Rock!

Max POV

The flock, Asher, Josh, Dan, Angel, and I were sitting around the campfire telling scary stories. Though some how Iggy and Gazzy always seemed be able to make a joke out of them. Like now for instance.

'And then a monstrous shadow loomed over the tent-" Josh was interrupted by Gazzy.

'And Micheal Jackson shows up and does the thriller! And a bubbles start filling the tent and out of one of the bubbles pops a tap dancing Galapagos Tortoise, complete with hat and cane!" Gazzy shouts as he stuffs another s'more into his chocolate covered mouth. Seriously, how Nudge finds that attractive I'll never know.

'Dude, that is awesome!" Iggy whooped and they did that weird guy chest bump thing. I rolled my eyes at the immaturity. Then when I saw that Fang was silently chuckling along (Can you even chuckle silently?), I started slapping his arm while laughing at the same time.

*The Next Morning*

I yawned, stretching my arms out. I squinte, unaccustomed to the glare of the morning sun. My hair was spread wildly over the pillows, a huge and tangled mess. I was wearing a very exposing spaghetti tank top with really short shorts that clung to my legs. I groggily sat up and lifted the covers. I swung one leg off of the bed and the rest of the body went crashing down in a heap. For a while I just lay there staring at the ceiling of my cabin. The Fang walks out of my washroom. I would have punched him, if I wasn't so tired. As you can see, I am not exactly what you would call a morning person.

"Wha're you doin 'ere?" I asked.

"Well good morning to you too. I go to the bathroom for one minute and I come back to find you lying on the floor in a crumpled heap." He half grinned at me, making my heart flutter.

"What are you doin' in my room!" I said, more coherently.

"Well, considering it is 7:30am. I'm your wake up call for this morning. We have our first lesson in half an hour." Fang checked his watch. "Make that 28 minutes."

"Oh Shit!" I cried. I had completely forgotten. I rushed around. Grabbing articles of clothing and searching for my schedule.

Fang put a hand on my shoulder. "Relax. I got you breakfast," He said holding up a small brown paper bag. "I have your schedule," He held up a neatly folded piece of paper. "And your guitars and equipment are already in the music room. All you need to do is get dressed."

I threw my arms around him. "Thankyou thankyou thankyou! You are the best. I owe you big time." I told him. And out of nowhere, I kissed his cheek. In the short second my lips touched his skin, sparks flew. My lips came dangerously close to his full lips, the corner of mine overlapping the corner of his. I pulled away embarrassed. I could feel my cheeks heating up, they were probably bright red. Even Fang's normally olive toned skin was tinted pink.

"So yah, I should probably get changed…"

"Right." He muttered

"You should leave." I told him.

"Yah."

"Thanks again." With that I shoved him out the door. I leaned my back against the worn wooden door, and slid down to the floor. Why is my life so messed up? He doesn't even like me that way. Ever since he came into my life things have gone totally out of hand. I was his best friend, and now I probably ruined it. I decided that I was just gonna pretend that nothing happened and see how it turned out. I threw on a pair of worn jean shorts and a plain orange t-shirt. I tied my hair up in a messy pony tail with strands of hair running down my face. I put on my dangly music note earrings, just to get into the mood, grabbed my stuff and left for the music room.

When I got there it was quarter to 8:00pm. Good I just made it. For the rest of the time, I just sat there and ate the breakfast that Fang got me, while the others talked. I avoided Fang as much as I could. Then at promptly 8:05am the kids started streaming in. Most looking like they just woke up. At 8:15am basically everyone was here for our lesson.

I got up onto the stage and blew my counsellor whistle.

"You're late, all of you and I do not accept tardiness! Either you come here on time or don't come and all. Now get out and give me 3 laps of the entire camp's perimeter." Was the first thing I said. All the kids started freaking out and I got a lot of complaints about how this was their first day, and it was only by 15 minutes or whatever. I saw Dan smiling though. He knew what I was up to. I hushed them down.

"Guys, I was just kidding. I don't mind you being a little late. But if I see you come in half way through the class. You be used as my drum kit for the rest of the class. Totally not kidding. Just ask Frankie." I said, nodding to Frankie, a guy who came here 2 years ago with a serious 'I don't give a crap' attitude. Now at 13, he had been coming for two years. I guessed you could say I slapped some sense into the boy.

"It's true, she will. I think my back still hasn't healed… And that was 2 years ago." He said smiling.

"Now, I feel like I'm repeating myself when I say, Camp Starlight is meant to be fun. Us counsellors are more your friends than your adult authority. But, be as that may be, we still have a few simple rules you have to follow. Now if you follow those rules we can have the time of our lives, but if you don't have the ability to comprehend and fulfill a few simple requirements, we can make your life here a living hell… You choose." I said, grinning innocently. I flashed my teeth and I was sure I had that evil glint in my eye that Gazzy gets when he detonates another barn or something.

"Aww, Max common'. I'm pretty sure you already scared the crap outta them, so lets get started on what we were actually here for. Band 101!" Iggy yelled, pretending to air guitar while doing a really bad impression of strumming a guitair.

Fang POV

Max had completely ignored me from the second she walked in. I knew she didn't have feelings for me, she couldn't have. But, in the short time that her lips touched my bare skin static ran up my arms, fireworks exploded and my whole body felt alive. I wonder if she felt it too? Though I really doubt it considering she was acting like nothing happened. The kiss must have meant nothing to her, after all, it was just on the cheek. But she did blush… The little annoying voice said. Well of course she blushed. It was the spur of the moment and she was embarrassed.

Max POV

I had so many thoughts running through my head. I couldn't keep track of them all. I even made a list… See how organized I am!

Fang

The bands songs for Band 101

Learning material for bands

Taking care of the kids

Fang

I couldn't keep away the looming thoughts. No matter how much I tried to convince myself that there was nothing behind a small grateful peck on the cheek I couldn't. I knew there was more to the moment when my lips pressed against him tan cheek than ecstasy and embarrassment. Did he feel the spark to? It felt like the world itself stop spinning and it was just me and him. And that was just a peck. Imagine what it would be like to actually feel my lips mold against his as- No, no, NO! Stop thinking about stupid useless thoughts that aren't even true like a love-struck teenager! Stop it! Get back to the lesson.

"Alright kids. I want to ask you guys about what you yourselves know already about bands and groups. And I shouldn't hear whispering because I want you opinion, not of the cute guy sitting across from you, one row down. So any suggestions or thoughts?" I asked. Nobody rose their hand and there was a lot of uncomfortable shuffling. "Come on, don't be shy."

Dan rose his hand with and utterly bored look on his face. I looked at him pointedly. "Go ahead Dan." I sighed. This outta be good.

"Alright. A band is a group of musicians, female, male or mixed. Each musician is assigned to one specific instrument or vocals. They practice songs together to provide the entire structure of a song; the music, the lyrics, the beat, and the vocals. They compliment each other in the music and harmonize together as one voice with different style, creating the most enjoyable music possible. The most important thing is they have to be well co-ordinated with each other as well as comfortable around each other. They must learn to work together because a band is like your family. One that is on the same page. Or else it won't work out." He finished, smirking triumphantly. He knew he had beat me at my own game.

"Now I have to admit defeat. I think he explained that better than I ever could. Everybody give Dan a hand." Everybody clapped slowly and awkwardly for Dan. "Now who wants to go next?" Once again, there was no response from the kids. "Oh, and I forgot to mention. I give out candy for kids who answer correctly. Don't tell my dad though. He'll kill me. I'm not supposed to give you people candy. Apparently they rot your teeth… Who woulda thought? I tossed Dan a packet of sweet tarts. Oh that got their attention. Everyone raised their hands.

The kids answered a few more basic questions like the different styles of bands or music all together as well as instruments commonly used in bands and or orchestras.

"Alright, alright. I think I'll hand the talking stick over to Iggy." I was tired of being the only one talking. This was a band after all.

"Back to you Maximum." He replied.

"Ella, Gaz, Nudge?" Everyone shook their heads. "… Fang?" He too denied my request to take over.

"What? No one wants to be in charge?" I questioned, looking at my band.

"Oh, oh. I do!" Some really random kid in the back corner.

"I was talking to the counsellors." I replied. The kid looked really embarrassed and a couple of kids snickered.

"Alright so to get to the point. We're going to give an example of how a real band operates. Now, when you performing I don't want to just here your awesome music. I want to see it!"

"How do you do that?" An intrigue looking girl asked.

"Well it's different with each instrument but you have to move around. Let the crowd see that your playing the instrument as well as hearing it. Because if your music is on a CD no one has to see your expressions, but a good portion of being a singer or musician is the performance. If you can't get the audience hooked with a good show than your pretty much dead meat. Move around, mold to the music. And not just random flailing of the arms. It should be to the beat of the rhythm and your chords or beat. If you're a singer then I want big hand gestures, nodding of the head, and walking around. It's not just about knowing the notes, it's about feeling the music within you and adding your own sense of style. We'll show you. And we'll have a little competition. The girls from the flock vs. the boys. You guys get to vote on whoever looked more alive and like a band, okay?" I asked. People agreed and started murmuring to each other. I think I even heard someone say 'I'm voting for the boys because Iggy is sooo hot!' 'No, I think Fang is way more hotter. He is so yummy!' Um can you say eww? They're like what? 13? Gross.

"Alright Ella, Nudge. Let's kick it up a notch." We had already planned what we were going to do. I was singing and on electric guitar, naturally. Ella and Nudge were doing faint back up, while Nudge played the drums, and Ella was on the keyboard. Nudge was actually surprisingly good for someone who only practiced once in a while. She was okay, the drum part for this song was simple. We were singing 'Time of Lives', a song we had written together in my cabin. We hadn't told the boys and they had never heard the song either.

(Bracketed words will be echoes from backup. Bolded italics are both lead and backup. Bold will be backup. I wrote this entire thing by ear because my internet broke and I couldn't search up the lyrics. 'Time of Our Lives' by Miley Cyrus is the name of the song. I don't like her, but the song itself is really nice.)

As Nudge started the simple beat on the drums, I got myself in tune with the rhythm, nodding my head to the beat and tapping my foot. I started on my guitar just as Ella started playing simple chords on the keyboard.

Seems like we're holding on forever,

I gotta let it go

Times up, you pushed me to surrender,

Tonight

I looked down a little, still tapping to the beat. I looked back up, my lungs full of new air.

Who knows what happens now,

Whatever

Wherever the wind blows

And I'm there as long as we're together,

Alright!

Let's have the time of our lives,

Like there's no one else around

Just throw your hands up high

Even when they try to take us down,

We'll have the time of our lives

I was nodding my head appreciatively.

'Till the lights burn out,

Let's laugh until we cry

Life is only what you make it now

Let's have the time of our lives

(Our lives x6)

I unhooked the mike and walked around the stage.

Dreamers don't care if it's right,

I think I'm really into you

Let's, let's, let's leave it all behind,

Tonight

I had pointed directly at Fang when I sang the last verse. I don't even know why. It was like there was some kinda force compelling me to. I pointed at him and then motioned for him to come forward with my index finger. I guess he figured I didn't mean it and I was just really into the music, which is a relief because he looked really embarrassed.

Crazy, when you cross my mind

Oh, the trouble we could get into

So what, let's just give this a try,

Alright!

I pointed to my head and rolled my eyes for the first two lines. And then I was pumpimg my fist in the air and jumping up and down on the balls of my feet.

Let's have the time of lives,

Like there's no one else around.

Just throw your hands up high

Even when they try to take us down,

We'll have the time of our lives

I threw my free hand up and waved it around while jumping.

'Till the lights burn out,

Let's laugh until we cry

Life is only what you make it now,

Let's have the time of our lives

(our lives x6)

I had over to Ella in the previous verse and was shaking my head with her playing, while grinning widely.

Open back,

What are we waiting for?

Take that chance,

Now's all we got for sure!

Let's have the time our of lives

Like there's no one else around,

Just throw you hands up high!

Even when they try to take us down,

We'll have the time of our lives

I threw my hands up during the third line of that verse and then squatted down. When it came to the last line I sprang up from my squatting position and did a back-flip. Yes, I am flexible, deal with it. I had taken song dancing lessons from Ash and Josh and I took Gymnastics when I was younger.

'Till the lights burn outs,

Let's laugh until we cry

Life is only what you make it now,

Let's have the time of our lives

I held the last note on my guitar and I was received with a loud round of applause. Even the guys were clapping and nodding their heads appreciatively, with a look that clearly said 'Not bad for a bunch of girls'. Sexist pigs. One day when they wake up with a spork lodged in their forehead, well, we'll see who's sexist then. Anyways, it was the boys turn now. And unlike with us, we had watched them practice. When they were working their butts of for this lesson, the girls and I sat and watched them while drinking lemonade. They were singing 'Cha-ching' by Hedley. It's scary how alike Hedley and Fang's voice are alike. Iggy played drums and Gazzy played the bass, while Fang did lead guitar and sang.

It started on the Real World
A hot tube full of hot girls
Grindin' every frat boy and freak

Line up all the Idols
Who paint on phony smiles
Tryin' to ride the fast track for free

Who's the Biggest Looser
I'll bust the biggest boozer
Bigger ratings for MTV

All the sole Survivors
Still stranded on the island
Lying through their teeth for money

So everybody dance! Everybody sing!
If you wanna go far, if you wanna be a star
Yeah we can swing it
Cha-Ching
Will ya take off all your clothes, will ya strike a Play Boy pose
If you wanna go far, if you wanna be a star
Then you gotta bring it
Cha-Ching

Every body stop and stare
Kardashian ass is every where
If you missed it watch TMZ

Pretending to be lesbians
And Tila's playing all of them
While Flavor Flave get fu**ed up for free

Guess who's been livin' large
It's mini me the porn star
Google it I think you'll agree

And all the hotties on the Hills
Just getting rich and making deals
While you and I are watchin' TV

The All American Dream
Is getting 15 for free

The All American Dream is so skin deep

It started on the Real World
A hot tube full of hot girls
Grinding every frat boy and fake

So hurry turn it on, turn it on, get your 15 minutes
It's almost gone, turn it on, turn it on
(Cha-Ching)
So hurry turn it on, turn it on, get your 15 minutes
It's almost gone, turn it on, turn it on
(Cha-Ching)

Meh, not bad. But seriously, that song is so pointless and sexist. Iggy even winked at me during it. Eww. I'll get him for that later. Still they got a loud round of applause. The girls were squealing like crazy, and apparently they didn't get the whole Band 101 Lesson. They were treating the guys like they were real rocktars. I mean come on! So when I finally managed to calm them down I shoved my little brother on to the stage and told him to act like a Battle of the Bands host.

"Well ladies and gentleman. You've seen them play, you've heard them rock, now it's time for you to decide this weeks winner of 'The Battle of the Bands'! Choose quickly before the voting bid is closed. Will you choose the boys; a group of extremely hot, extremely talented, and extremely available teens who are just bound to win an emmy, or the girls; the really ugly boring looking ones in-" Gazzy thought twice when he caught me glaring at him, "I mean amazingly talented beautiful girls who both sing and play stupendously? The clock is ticking folks. There are ballots on that table. Take on and fill in either 'boys' or girls'. One at a time, walk in an orderly fashion!" But his cry was wasted as they all scrambled up to grad a slip of paper. Geez, it's not life or death. Well, I mean if you want it to be…

In the end the girls won, because we are just that awesome. Gazzy actually pretended to cry and ran out of the music room. It was pretty funny. We could hear his desperate wailing from inside the sound proof room. After a while, but apparently he had sought out the make-up crew cause he came pretty damn close to looking like a teary eyed heart-broken teen.

"Whhhhyyyyyyyyyyy? Why cruel injustice?" Gazzy screamed hoarsely.

"Hey, the world has spoken. You cannot take back what has already been said and done, so live with it, doofus." I slugged him on the arm.

"Owweeee!" Gazzy yelped. Humph, weakling. I'm ashamed to call him my own flesh and blood.

Suddenly Iggy popped up, all excited about something inconsequential. "Alright Gaz. We've practiced this for a while now. Alright, alright. Heeehooo. In and out. This is our big break." He whispered excitedly to The Gasman. Then arm in arm the crazy pair ran up onto the stage and cleared their throats into the microphone.

"Ladies and gentleman. We, Gazzy and I, have prepared a special presentation for y'alls." Iggy practically squealed like a little girl. He placed his shoulder on Gazzy's and they both began swaying. Then Fang gets up and brushes past me while whispering in my ear "Hey, they paid me 10 bucks." But I ignored him. Still to awkward. He looked at me dejectedly, then continued to walk onto the stage. He grabbed his acoustic and started playing this slow, quirky, little tune. Iggy and Gazzy opened their mouths and the most horrible thing I have ever heard came out.

Don't laugh at me,

Don't call me names.

Don't find your pleasure from my pain.

In god's eye's,

We're all the same.

Speaking words, not acting vain.

Don't laugh at me-

I zoned them out. Ladies and gents, I give you the two co-existing spawns of satan.

The rest of the morning went by fairly well. Gazzy and Iggy continued to act like bums, repetitively singing that horrid song about love and friendship. Bleh. We had a singing lesson in which I sorted kids into groups, according to their vocal abilities. I had the ones who were willing, to go up and sing on the giant stage in the auditorium. Some of the kids were really good. I felt like I was some movie director. Ha! Me, a director. As if! And now it's time for lunch. My favourite time of the day.

Aqua: So um, I shoulda known better than to think that Iggy's insane rampage could be cured. But that's okay. Cause now he pretending he's a butler. Which is good for me.

Iggy: Madam Aqua, would you relish in some more tea and scones? They're fresh out of the oven! Or some caviar with mint dip is available as well. Anything to suit your desires madam.

Aqua: I'll have the tea and scones Jeffery, thank you. *whispers* He wants me to call me Jeffery now because he thinks it's more 'sophisticated'

Jeffery: *brings scones and tea*

Aqua: *devouring food* Man, I could get used to this. Wanth somfh, Jeffereef?

Jeffery: Erm, no thankyou m'am. It would be un-butler like. *disgusted look*

Aqua: Suiths youselfths. Om nom nom nom. I couldth geth uthed thooo dith.