A/N: It's short but I needed to update so I gave you a little something.

Disclaimer: Max Ride, not mine.

My eyes snapped open and I turned towards my ringing phone. Great, people just don't know how to leave me alone.

I pressed the answer button with my thumb and brought it to my ear.

"Hello." I deadpanned.

I think I might be deaf now because as soon as the words left my lips I hear, "Wake up, Max! It's your birthday!"

"Nudge. What did I say about yelling in the morning? What did I say about yelling in general?" I replied calmly.

"Sorry." She whispered. "Wake up Max. It's your birthday."

"Thank you." I said, letting her words sink in and then I sprung up in a sitting position. "It's my birthday?! Sorry, Nudge. I gotta go."

I ran into Iggy's room and threw myself on his bed. "Oof!" He gasped at the sudden weight but I didn't care.

"Iggy! We're fifteen!" I grinned.

Iggy looked at me with wide eyes and his pale face began turning red. I realized I was causing a lack of breath and crawled off. "Sorry, Ig."

He smiled. "All in good reason." Then in one swift motion Iggy jumped out of his bed and hugged me, spinning me around while I laughed. "We're finally fifteen!" He hollered.

I heard a laugh and turned to my mom smiling in Iggy's doorway. "Breakfast buffet downstairs."

Iggy glanced at me and we both ran past my mom and were sitting at the table in a minute. My mom followed soon after wearing a smile.

"My children are fifteen, yet they still horse around like seven year olds."

I smiled as I fit eggs, waffles, French toast, bacon, and pancakes on two plates. "So, what are we doing today?" Usually we go out to eat and this year it was Iggy's turn to pick.

"Well—," my mom started but was interrupted when Nudge came from upstairs shaking water off her hands, smiling. "Hi Iggy, Max, Happy Birthday!"

Now, I bet you're wondering why Nudge is always at my house. Even at 8 o'clock in the morning, or why she calls my mom Aunt or, again, why she's always at my damn house. Nudge is my god-sister, who also happens to live next door. So, there you go. Our parents went to high school together and are best friends.

Iggy sighed. "Nudge, why are you here so early?" He groaned.

"Oh! Well you see I—" she started.

"Actually? I've already lost interest."

My mom shot Iggy a look. "As I was saying! Max, you and your friends are going dress shopping for your party."

I gaped at my mom. "Seriously?! But mom!" I protested.

My mom glared at me with a glare just as fierce as mine, maybe even more. "I'd think you'd know not to argue with me, Max. Nudge and I already did all the work. All I'm asking is for you to put on a dress and show up. What's so hard about that?"

I immediately shut my mouth and Iggy chuckled. I kicked his shin underneath the table.

"Shit!" He hissed under his breath and reached for his shin as Nudge giggled.

I heard the horn of Wyatt's old car out front. "That's me." I stated, looking down at my empty plate and getting up. "Want a ride, Nudge?"

"No, I'm walking to school with Gazzy." She smiled. Gazzy being Fang's younger brother who was a grade above Nudge. It's hard to keep up with all the nicknames around here.

I nodded and smiled slyly. "Gotcha." And I winked before venturing out to Wyatt's car and climbing in.

"Took you long enough." He said as he pulled out of my driveway. He glanced at me, "I'll let it slide though cause my favorite girl turned fifteen today!"

I smiled at Wyatt. "Well, at least you can't call me little shrimp anymore."

Wyatt raised his eyebrows with his eyes still glued to the road. "What makes you think that? I'm still older than you."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, whatever, did you get me something?"

He nodded as he parked backwards in the back of the school.

He opened the door and stepped out. I followed and got in step next to him.

"Well? What is it?" I asked. He smiled and reached into his bag then pulled out a dream-catcher. I smiled and took it.

"Like it?" He asked.

"Yeah! I've always wanted one!" I exclaimed.

He nodded. "Yeah, I know, I made it."

"Seriously! Oh, this is great!" I hugged him and he hugged me back. I pulled away still smiling. "You're the best."

"Max!" I turned and saw Dylan walking up to me. He smiled and leaned down towards me. "Is this the guy?" He whispered.

My eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and I shook my head furiously. "No! This is Wyatt, he's like my best friend." I laughed.

Dylan laughed to. "Oh, I'm Dylan." He stuck out his hand and Wyatt shook it. "Hey,"

Dylan stuck out his arm. "Can I walk you to class? You know, as friends?"

I smiled and locked arms with him. "Yes, you sure can. Bye Wyatt!" I waved with my free hand.

As we walked to our class I could see Fang pressed up on the locker by Lissa Sterling herself. And my heart…crumbled.