Hallo, it's your crappy updater Nun! Sorry for going AWOL AGAIN and not even having Damien update. I apologise. And for that, I'm going to update now.

Damien: Took you long enough

DON'T YOU START! I FEEL BAD ENOUGH AS IS!


Disclaimer: Me no own Max Ride or Fang. All I own is the mental age of a 3 year old-

Damien: Proven by a test she did in PSHE

-And the wonderful characters that are Cameron, Aaron, Sam and others. Enjoy!


Max POV

As soon as we got to the Pirate Ship, I burst out laughing. Aaron joined me and soon we were rolling on the floor attempting to catch our breath. "Oh my gosh that was HILARIOUS! Did you see the look on his face! He looked like a deer in headlights!" I impersonated Cameron's face and soon we were laughing all over again. People walking by gave us weird looks and I'm pretty sure I heard one woman say "That's what drugs do to ya mind, boy!" and tut at us as she walked along with her little boy. Eventually we sobered up and we started taking off our clothes (not like that, get your minds outta the gutter) and placing them in our backpacks, before hiding them out of sight.

Not a moment too soon, Sam came round the corner with a disoriented Cameron.

"Hey guys, look who I found! One Cameron Abate sitting under a tree!" She grinned and motioned to Cameron. "There were these 2 ninjas around him, but they ran off when I came near. Tell em Cammie!" Cameron shook his head at sighed at Sam, chuckling slightly.

"They weren't ninjas, they were kidnappers. And anyway, they kidnapped me from my home! No clue why they brought me here, but... Speaking of which, what are you guys doing here?" Aaron cleared his throat and recited the excuse (read as: LIE) that we came up with for us being here.

"We decided that we were gonna bring you to Wicksteed Park for your last birthday before you're a legal adult, seen as the last time we were here, we were children. So, we came here to buy the admission wristbands before we were going to your house to surprise you. Coincidence you ended up here though. Good thing we didn't leave straight away, otherwise the ninjas/kidnappers might've done some" He paused, trying to think of the right word "-unsavoury things to you. Any who, where should we start?" Cameron paused, stroking his imaginary beard before replying

"Well, seen as we're here, we might as well start with the Pirate Ship, famous as being the only ride the Great Maximum Ride was scared to go on, and then vomited on!" he said the last part in an announcer voice, and dodged to the side before I could hit him. I just growled and crossed my arms.

"That was one time, and I was 12! And plus, I had eaten like 12 hot dogs prior, so excuse me if my stomach went a bit iffy." I crossed my arms and Sam tutted me.

"Be nice Max, it is Cameron's birthday. I know he loves to wind you up, I get that, but you have to let everything, and I mean everything, slide, just for today. Can you manage that, or am I going to have to use the duct tape I always carry with me after the Great Come-Back War of '06?" I bowed my head and muttered a small 'no...'. "Good! TO THE PIRATE SHIP!"

And the day continued like that. I must say, even though I ate 15 hot dogs (the look on the waiters face was so priceless) right before going on the Pirate Ship for like the 4th time, I did NOT puke! Go me! And Cameron, unfortunately, took full advantage of Sam's speech and took the mick out of anything and everything I did. At one point I was just about ready to snap his stupid little neck, but Sam saw me and motioned to her bag and mouthed 'Duct tape!' so I couldn't do anything. Eventually, Cameron got bored so we went to McDonalds. We order our trademarked Birthday Brunch Bonanza meal, before settling down in the corner and eating, laughing and generally making a bunch of noise.

unfortunately, our magnificent afternoon was ruined by a certain she-witch.

"Oh my gosh, HI CAMERON!" Georgia Hunt's stupid high whiny voice echoed across Mickey D's. We all groaned and Cameron muttered 'Of all days, why my birthday...' She waltzed over with her stupid little posse and stood there with about as much finesse as a pit bull. Of course, Georgia thinks she's so perfect, so she even had a stupid T-shirt on that said "Who run the world?'' and had Beyoncé's name crossed out and said underneath "ME, duh!"

Cameron POV (very rare, but just cause we need to explain about Georgia and Cameron)

I clenched my fists under the table, wanting to smash them into her perfect little face, her perfect eyes that sparkled like the sun-

No Cameron, I mentally scolded myself, You don't think like that anymore!

"How's my little honey-kins? OH WAIT, you're not anymore, are you?" She smiled that stupid pearly white grin and cocked her head to the side. "How does it feel, Cammie? To know you lost something as amazing as me, for something as stupid and unimportant as Maximum Ride?"

"Oh just zip it, Georgia! You know that I'd trade anyone over you, any day!" I retorted. Liar, liar! Better put those flames on your pants out! The stupid voice in my head taunted me.

"Oh really? You don't miss me? Don't miss holding me close? How does it feel, to know that the entire time you thought I loved you and we were gonna be together forever, I was looking elsewhere? Oh well, not like it matters anymore! You were never good enough for me anyway!" She gave me one last smile, those cold eyes staring down at me, before she sashayed off, shouting back at me "Happy birthday, loser!"

everyone looked at me with sad, sympathetic eyes. Sam sighed and rested her arm on my shoulder and squeezed. "Oh mate, I'm so sorry. She doesn't deserve you though. She was stupid to let you go!" She gave me a smile, and I smiled back at her.

"You're right, I guess. I mean, who needs someone as big-headed, bitchy, boring, bossy, spiteful witch like her? Definitely not me!" Sam looked at with a look that said "I don't know if you're getting my point or you're just insulting her, but oh well" and turned to the rest of the group.

"I think we should go, guys. I think we've had enough for one day." We all nodded and silently got up and packed all our stuff away, cursing Georgia Hunt for ruining our perfect afternoon. As we walked through the exit, I walked over to Max and whispered in her ear "About what Georgia said, me trading her in for you? I know I don't really show it, but it was one of the best choices I ever made." She turned and smiled at me, mouthing back thank you, before she got in the front seat of the car, next to Aaron. I got in the back, and accidentally sat on something cold and round, like a cylinder. I picked it up, and it was a canister of...
Chloroform.I frowned at it. Sam peered at what I was looking at, and her hand flew over her mouth and her eyes bugged out of her head.

"Um, guys? Why's there a can of chloroform..." And suddenly it clicked. Why I was dropped of at the park, how the kidnappers knew I was home alone, how they got in, and why Max, Sam and Aaron happened to be in the park when I was there. I yelled obscenities and they all began laughing.

"GUYS!"


Ah, the wonders of the human mind. Poor Cameron, being kidnapped by his own friends.

Damien: Well, you wrote it, so...

And just as a note, it was REALLY hard to write this chapter, seen as Georgia Hunt exists, she's one of my friends and she acts NOTHING like this.

Damien: Then why'd you use her?

Because the Georgia I know who actually is as big of a b-

Damien: BEEP!

-As the Georgia in this story has the most ridiculously stupid last name ever, to spell, say or read. And plus, Georgia Hunt gave me the idea for this character in a drama lesson. Probably not the part in this story that she wanted, but OH WELL!

Anyway, I have a question for you guys! Should I

a) Post a new story and update it at the same time as MSuperN (Meet SuperNormal)?

b) Post it when we've got to the part of Fang going to Bishop? or

c) Post it when this story's all done and dusted?

I'm putting this as a poll on my profile, so feel free to vote there too.

This is the plot (if anyone knows of any stories like this, please tell me so I can alter it accordingly).

And They Say Motorcycles Are The Most Dangerous Vehicles...

Max goes to Southfield School For Girls. She's 13 years old, in Year 9 (9th Grade for all you Americans), has a 17 year old brother (Ari) and has lots of friends. However, when tragedy strikes and her parents are killed, her world is turned upside down. She's forced to leave her school, move into care and worst of all, someone from her past shows up again. With so many things going wrong and the people she trusted most in this world gone, how's Max to cope?

Damien: Tell her in a review or on the poll. She doesn't care which.

I do not! I came up with this plot randomly in Music today. The inspiration of Music, eh?

Damien: Oh gimme a break...