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Max's POV

I stared into the fish tank, enthralled by the large, orange-and-black striped fish roving around inside. A smaller bowl filled with silver guppies flashed in the sunlight. The walls were painted a vivid green, and there was a table full of magazines in front of me, alone with the fish. It was very picturesque, I guess...

For a doctor's office. I hated the doctor's office. Mom had insisted that Ella and I get moved in as well as we could as quickly as we could. Therefore, we had spent the weekend filling out forms and transferring data from all of our old systems to new ones. This moving-in also included visiting the dentist, athletic club, library, and doctor's office. We got memberships at all of these, smiling and introducing ourselves over and over. My cheeks hurt from politely smiling at so many different clerks and officials.

The only place I had liked was the athletic club, a place (unimaginatively) called the Pacific Club. It had an indoor and an outdoor swimming pool, a weight room, boxing arena, a basketball court, and best of all, a huge, sparkling green soccer field. I practically had tears in my eyes when I had gazed over its perfection from the window in the weight room. It was beautiful.

"Ride, Maximum?" the nurse asked, breaking into my recollection of the Pacific Club as she stepped into the waiting room. She was wearing pristine purple scrubs, and her face was slightly screwed up in confusion as she squinted at her clipboard. I hurriedly stood up, wanting to get this over with. With one last glance at the fishbowls, I walked quickly over to the nurse, flashing her what must have been the hundredth polite smile I had exhibited this weekend. "Unique name," the nurse commented, leading me through a door and into a short hallway. I nodded silently in reply, feeling my stomach clench at the growing odor of medicine and sterile sprays. The hallway was lined with closed doors every few feet on both sides, and the nurse led me into one by the end of the hall. "The doctor will be with you in a moment. You can sit here." She waved her hand at a long, paper-covered examining table. I nodded again, not feeling well enough to respond. It was a good thing I was at the doctor's office, because I was feeling really sick.

Having no other choice, I slid up onto the examination table. I felt the paper covering wrinkle, and it crackled loudly when I shifted my legs. There was absolutely no way to get comfortable on the table, I realized. Every time I moved, there was a loud ripping sound as the paper tore under me.

Oops.

I leaned back, craning my neck to try and inspect the damage I had caused to the paper. Thankfully, there were only four rips, long and jagged, on the paper. That was better than I expected. I usually tore at least seven or eight holes before the doctor arrived in my old town. Suddenly, the door burst open, and I whirled around, squinting at the doorway. The sun was in my eyes, and all I could make out was a tall silhouette standing there with a clipboard. "Max?" A familiar voice queried. I frowned, trying to place the voice in my mind. Who could I know here at the doctor's office when I was brand new in town? Obviously it wasn't a classmate, but I couldn't think of any other adults I had met recently. "Hello Max, it's good to see you again," the voice continued, stepping into the room. I could clearly tell that the voice was male, but I still wasn't sure who it belonged to.

Finally, the man stepped out of the sunlight, and closed the door. His voice finally clicked in my head as he turned around and smiled at me. "I'm afraid you'll have to call me Dr. Rianild, here."

It was Fang's dad. Fang's dad was my new doctor. Of course. Of freaking course. I smiled at him, trying to mask my shock. "Hi Jam-, uh, I mean Dr. Rianild," I said, exaggerating his title. James smiled back, pushing his hair away from his forehead with one hand and juggling his papers with the other.

"It will be a pleasure to have you as my patient, Max. I understand that you don't need a check up today, you're just here to sign in?" James confirmed, tapping a pen against his clipboard. I nodded.

"Right-o." Glancing around the room, I shifted on the table again. James' smile turned into a smirk as he heard the paper rip once more.

"Maria and Fang always mutilate the paper too," he confided, looking mischievous. "I can't break them of the habit!"

"But I'm not trying to break the paper, it's just breaking under the weight of my awesomeness!" I protested. James laughed, shaking his head as he wrote something down on his clipboard.

"Fang's argument is somewhere along those lines too. Maria just confesses that she likes the sound of the paper ripping." James sighed dramatically. "I guess I'll just have to deal with it."

"That you will, Doc, that you will," I agreed. "So what do we do now?"

James flipped through a few of the papers on his clipboard. "The basics. Have you been sick or injured recently?"

"Sick, no. I never get sick, not even colds," I replied. "The last time I remember being sick was when I was nine. Injuries though, are commonplace for me. My sister provoked me on the day we had dinner together, and I ended up slamming my left instep into the corner of a wall."

James nodded sympathetically, but there was a smile on his face. "How did she provoke you?"

I shrugged, willing myself to be calm. I didn't want James to think that I liked his son, too. Ella was enough. "She stole one of my favorite drawings and wouldn't give it back." James nodded, writing something else down on his clipboard. "Basically, Ells always gets sick, and I always get hurt, and Ella never injures herself, but I never get sick."

"Hmm, that's interesting," James murmured, adding another note to his clipboard. "Have you had your period recently?" he asked calmly, not seeming embarrassed in the least. I, however, was mortified. I hate it when doctors ask the most embarrassing questions and act like they're nothing. It's so completely aggravating that I can't even describe how awkward it feels. Everyone knows it though, even if the doctors insist that it's normal procedure. And if it's embarrassing when a normal doctor asks you, think about how it is when the doctor is one of your newest guy friends' dads. It's even more awkward, if that is physically possible. I don't feel like verbally answering James' oh-so casual question, so I make do with a quick nod. This seems to be satisfactory for him, and he continues on with the questioning."Now, about that instep you injured. Fang told me that you hurt it, but he didn't go into detail. Is it swelling at all?" James stepped closer, putting his clipboard down on the examining table beside me. "Would you mind taking off your shoe so I can look at it?"

"Sure," I muttered, still subdued from the previous question. Without another word, I gently tugged off my left sneaker and sock. James knelt next to the table and took my foot in both hands, carefully probing at different places.

"It doesn't seem to be swelling," James murmured. He pressed a spot on the arch of my foot, and looked up at me. "Did that hurt?" I shook my head. "This?" James pressed at a different place, but I still felt nothing. "How about here?"

All of a sudden, I felt a wave of pain erupt from my foot. I swiftly pulled my foot out of his grasp, gripping it tightly in my own hands. "Ow," I whispered, rocking slowly back and forth. "That hurt a lot."

James stood up, dusting off his knees. "The good news is that it's not broken or sprained. The bad news is that you have yourself a nasty bruise."

I shrugged, feeling the pain fade slowly away, draining out of my foot as I pulled my sock back on. "It doesn't matter to me. I wrap both of my ankles in tape whenever I play soccer, and the tape wraps around my instep. I'll be fine." I hopped off the table, stuffing my foot hurriedly back into my sneaker before James could suggest that I skip playing soccer and rest my foot for awhile. That would simply not do, not with the tryouts in less than a week. "So, are we done?" I asked, quickly changing the subject.

James raised an eyebrow at me, but nonetheless looked back down at his clipboard. "Yes, we're done," he confirmed. "You can go now."

With a relieved sigh, I started out of the room. The strong antiseptic-y smell pervading every particle of the air in here was giving me a headache. "Oh, and Max?" James called after me. I paused, my hand resting on the door knob. James smiled at me suddenly, and I was almost blinded. He had very white teeth. "I know you know I was going to suggest taking a break from soccer for awhile. You're just like Fang in that respect. He doesn't know when to quit either."

"I know when to quit," I replied. "Never."

James looked surprised for a moment, then smiled again. This time, it wasn't a blinding smile, but more a slightly sad, yet approving one. "I'm glad you think that. Now go, off with you! It will be nice to have you as a patient, Max!"

"Thanks, Doc!" I returned, grinning. I closed the door quietly after me as I exited the room, heading back down the hallway the way I had come. Mom and Ella were waiting for me in the reception room, both avidly watching the fish bowls and talking quietly. "I'm done," I told them, heading for the exit. "Let's go!"

Mom laughed, standing up to follow me. "You just can't get out of the doctor's fast enough, can you Max?" she teased, setting her magazine down next to a fish bowl. I shook my head vigorously, causing Mom to laugh again. Ella shared my opinion though, because she sprang out of her chair and walked very quickly towards the door. We burst through the door like we were starving and it led out to an all-you-can-eat buffet, gasping and laughing. Mom shook her head as she followed at a more sedate pace. "You girls are so silly," she reprimanded us as we slid into the car. "It's just the doctor's office."

"Exactly," Ella and I replied, shuddering in unison. We both brightened, grinning at each other.

"Great minds think alike-"

"And then, there's ours!"

Mom shook her head again, smiling at us in the rearview mirror. "So silly," she repeated. "So, silly girls. Who's up for a smoothie?"

"I am!" Ella squealed, starting to bounce up and down in her seat in anticipation.

"Me too," I agreed, my smile widening at the prospect of smoothies. "That sounds amazing."

"Then let's go," Mom replied, turning her blinker on. Ella and I cheered emphatically as we pulled into the parking lot of Jamba Juice. I could practically taste the smoothing on my tongue already as we barreled out of the car and into the store. A Jamba Juice was worth a short trip to the doctor's office.

Maybe.

Fang's POV

"Mom! I'm home!" I called as I kicked the door to the house open. Slinging my backpack down next to the staircase, I wandered into the kitchen. Mom was standing by the table, supervising Maria as she meticulously shaded in the sections of Color-by-Number worksheet. I envy my little sister sometimes, with her fun, first grader homework. She gets to color in a picture of smiling ladybugs, while I solve complicated geometry problems, and translate advanced French into English.

Mom looked up and smiled at me, interrupting my mental homework rant. "Hello Fang. Did I get you into trouble this morning? I'm sorry I made you late," she apologized, absentmindedly smoothing Maria's dark curls with her fingers as she spoke.

"It's okay. Ms Jean just wrote me a late pass for homeroom," I assured her, heading towards the fridge for a snack. Maria looked up at me, gazing directly into my eyes with her own huge, dark ones.

"You was late?" she asked, looking concerned.

"You were late," Mom corrected her gently. "And yes, Fang was a bit tardy today."

"I'm not retarded!" I protested jokingly, opening the top of my yogurt and tossing the foil into the trash. Mom narrowed her eyes disapprovingly, and I fell back into my natural state of silence. I quickly exited the room, taking my yogurt with me.

"Where are you going?" Mom called after me, still standing behind Maria's chair.

"Room," I grunted in reply, grabbing my backpack and beginning to ascend the staircase.

"What are you going to do?" she persisted, now shouting so I could hear her from the kitchen.

'Homework," I returned. Mom sighed loudly, and I stifled a small smile. She always got annoyed when I spoke in one-word sentences. I walked into my room, shut the door, and fell back on my bed. My backpack rolled onto the floor, and I just stared up at my ceiling for awhile, thinking.

Today had been Max's second day at Cromwell, and she had been unreasonably grumpy for the entire morning. Everyone else seemed to just put up with her mood, but for some reason it plagued me all day that she was angry at something I did, that she wouldn't talk to me ever again. Somehow, I had mortally offended her, and now she was planning on switching schools again so she wouldn't have to see my face ever again. I would have to employ Gazzy to vouch for me and convince her to stay at Cromwell and play on our soccer team. It was the only thing I could think of, and I spent most of history paying no attention whatsoever to Ms Hell, as Iggy called the teacher, and instead devising a speech to apologize to Max for whatever unforgivable act of offense I had committed in the day that I had known her.

Luckily, by lunchtime Max was smiling and speaking again. She slid into the seat next to me at our table, looking cheerful. "Hey Fang," she greeted me, seeming slightly bashful. I nodded in reply, any words I had wanted to say sticking uncomfortably in my throat. People always thought I was just antisocial, but that wasn't the whole reason I never spoke very much. Usually, when I wanted to say something, I just couldn't find the words to express it. True, I did have an antisocial streak in me, but that wasn't the only factor in my silence. I worked better through action, not words.

Unfortunately, I had not known Max long enough for her to understand this troublesome trait of mine. She apparently thought I was icing her out because of her attitude in homeroom and science, because she turned in her seat and looked worriedly at me. "Look Fang, I know that I've barely known you for a full day, but I also know that I want you to be my friend. You seem like the kind of person who could understand what I do without me having to explain it. I don't know how I know this, but I think that we could be great friends. Best friends, even. Just please don't be mad at me 'cause I was in a mood this morning. Blame my sister," Max offered, her lips twitching in a hint of a smile. What I did next surprised both of us.

I smiled widely back.

"Yeah, I'd like to be friends with you, Max," I told her quietly, looking directly in her eyes. Max sighed in relief, and started to look back down at her lunch. "But," I added. Instantly, Max snapped her head back up again. I smirked, feeling strangely powerful. "You have to teach me how to be a faster runner. I saw you outrun Gazzy and Nudge this morning. That's pretty much impossible." Feeling slightly awkward, I fell back into silence. Hopefully, Max would know what I was thinking.

She did. Max smiled at me playfully, and bumped her shoulder into mine. "Yeah, of course I could. I've always been a fast runner," she admitted, looking mischievously happy. "That was the way I got respect from the boys in grade school, by beating them in races every day." My lips twitched at the thought of an eight-year-old Max, probably with a long braid hanging down her back, hands on her hips, and laughing at the losers of the races. It was very likely this was the actual scenario, judging from my knowledge about Max. "But," Max added. I narrowed my eyes at her, and she smiled, letting me know that she was purposely mimicking me, and enjoying it. "You have to show me how to pull off those moves you were using yesterday. They fooled all the guys, and I happen to know that they're all great at playing defense." Max smiled wider suddenly, and her voice was louder when she spoke again. "You know, Fang, I think I might try out for goalie for the Cromwell soccer team," she remarked airily. I raised an eyebrow at her, knowing that she was directing this comment at someone else. "There won't be much competition at all, anyway. I'd probably make first string, no problem."

"Oh yeah?" a voice growled behind us. I turned to see the male Max standing there with his lunch, staring at the female Max in a way that made me want to smack him for some reason. "Want to repeat that on that field, Ride?"

"Anytime, Max II," The Max sitting next to me retorted, flipping her long hair over her shoulder. "After all, I am the more superior Max I."

"I was here first though!" Max II whined, falling into the seat next to Max. "Don't I get to be Max I?"

"Nope," Max replied, popping the 'p'. "I'm a girl, which automatically makes me cooler. Therefore, I am Max I, and ye shall be Max II."

"Amen!" Iggy yelled from his spot two seats away. "Now, Max II, quit your flirting and eat your lunch!"

Surprisingly, Max II's ears reddened, and he looked embarrassed. "Shut up, Iggy," he muttered, looking down as he took a bite of his sandwich. Max looked embarrassed too, and I noted that her cheeks were pinker than they had been before. For some strange reason, this really bothered me.

"So, Iggy," I said loudly, speaking up for the first time in awhile. Automatically, every head at the table turned to look at me. When I actually talk at lunch, my friends tend to listen. I was happy to notice that Max was paying no attention whatsoever to the other Max sitting next to her, her gaze focused on me.

Then I realized that everyone was waiting for me to continue. As they always do, words lodged in my throat, wedging uncomfortably tightly in my esophagus. "Iggy," I repeated, trying to start again. "Isn't there something you'd like to tell our dear little Max here?"

Max immediately thrust an elbow at me, which I deftly blocked. "I'm not your dear little Max," she muttered, trying to elbow me again. I rolled my eyes at her, instead staring at Iggy. Somehow, he could always feel when I was looking at him, so I knew I was causing some effect.

"Damn you Fang, and your inability to be subtle," Iggy muttered, trying to sink down under the lunch table. Nudge and Gazzy, who were sitting on either side of him, immediately pulled him up.

"Come on Igs, just tell her. Then she'll know and we can all go on with our lives," Gazzy reasoned. Iggy grunted in reply, his pale blue eyes trained on the food in front of him.

There was silence at our table for a moment, broken only by the chatter and commotion around us. Suddenly, Max shifted angrily in her seat, and I realized how difficult it must be for her to sit and wait for someone to give her an answer to our discomfort and Iggy's sullenness. With Max, I got the feeling that she wasn't one to sit and be idle. She was wrong about the soccer team. Max would be a horrible goalie. Instead of waiting at our goal for the other team to come shoot at her, she would probably bully some defender into guarding the goal, then steal the ball from someone and take it up to score on the other team.

I could totally see that happening.

"Iggy, just tell Max, or I'll tell her, and you can deal with her being mad that you didn't have the guts to admit one of your own characteristics," I finally said. Iggy turned his head to look at me, his expression indecisive.

"Igs, just tell me, or I swear I will kick your skinny little butt from here into next Wednesday. Then, I'll go into the future, retrieve your butt, bring it back, and kick it back to Wednesday again just for stress relief," Max threatened, sounding like she would happily carry out her words. Iggy looked alarmed, and the indecision faded from his face. Silence reigned at the table again for a moment. Max's fists clenched, and I would have bet money that Iggy's butt would have been flying towards next week, when-

"I'm blind," he blurted out, his sightless eyes directed at his fists. He refused to even pretend to look at anyone, like he usually does. "I'm handicapped, flawed, defective, whatever you'd like to call it. I'm a tall, blind freak. Are you happy now? Is my butt safe?" Iggy's lips twisted up in a sarcastic smile.

"Iggy, I didn't know-" Max began, looking a bit remorseful.

Iggy cut her off. "Of course you didn't know. I didn't want you to know. Do I look like I'm blind? No, I don't. Do I act like I'm blind? Again, no. Heck, I don't use a cane, or a guide dog, or even have to feel to check where I'm going. I can deal fine with anything people who can see can deal with. Some things I can even do better. But no one cares. As soon as they hear that I'm blind, they assume I'm useless, helpless, unable to walk places because my eyes don't work. So yeah, I try to hide it. If you had some weird defect, like if you had wings sprouting out of your back or something, wouldn't you try to hide it?"

Silence.

"That's what I thought. Well, now you know my big secret." Iggy looked angry, his pale eyes lit up and his expression annoyed. Abruptly, he stood up, grabbed his lunch and tossed it with ultimate precision into the nearest trash can. Iggy heard it clunk against the side, a satisfied smile side-winding its way onto his face. "How many of you seeing people could even do that?"

None of us answered, simply watching him.

Iggy's smile wavered, and his eyes flashed again. "I'm not hungry. Later," he muttered, stalking angrily out of the lunch room. We watched him leave in silence. No one could find the words to speak.

"I didn't know," Max whispered, looking upset. Max II put his arm around her shoulders, holding her against his side in a comforting manner.

"Don't worry about it. You didn't know, like you said. There's nothing you can do about it. Just let Iggy burn off some steam," Max II advised. Max smiled weakly, and a flash of something burned in my chest as I watched her press into Max II's side. I stood up, not liking the hot feeling lodged in my throat. Everyone watched, surprised, as I stepped away from the table, throwing the rest of my lunch away.

"I'm gonna go," I muttered, unable to take their inquisitive stares any longer. "Bye." Without another word, I hurried out of the cafeteria.

As I left, I heard Max II ask, "What's wrong with him?"

"I dunno," Max replied. "He was acting kind of weird."

I was acting weird? I thought, letting the cafeteria doors shut on Max's words. How about you, getting all cozy with Max? Isn't that a little weird? I shook my head, disgusted with my thoughts. What was I even thinking anymore? I rounded a corner, only to come face to face with Lissa.

"Hi Fangy," she trilled, looking chipper and bright. I nodded at her, trying to move around her and keep walking. Lissa simply maneuvered with me, staying right in front of me. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to dinner this Friday," Lissa offered casually, as if we were still dating. "Maybe a romantic place like Pallinda's."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Lissa, I don't want to-" I started, feeling the hot feeling in my chest increase. I dunno. He was acting kind of weird, Max's voice chanted in my head. Suddenly, I didn't feel so good.

"Pallinda's doesn't sound good?" Lissa asked, sounding genuinely worried. "Maybe La Rue then."

"Lissa, you don't get it. I broke up with you," I explained, trying to be patient through the repeating of Max's words in my head, and the tight, burning sensation in my chest.

"Fang," she whined, drawing out the single syllable into at least six. "Stop being so difficult!"

"I'm not being difficult," I insisted, the burning feeling rising even more as I tried to keep my voice level and calm.

"Here, I'll change your mind for you. Help you forget we ever had an argument," Lissa purred, grabbing the neck of my shirt. Before I could blink, her mouth was on mine again, and I was left in a forced slouch in order not to be choked. Suddenly, the burning in my chest rose in front of my eyes, and I didn't see Lissa anymore, just flames.

"Stop!" I roared, pushing her forcefully away. She stumbled back heavily, tripping in her high-heeled shoes. "Just leave me alone! No means no! Just… Stop!" I struggled with the words trapped in my throat, forcing them away before they figured out a way to be said. Lissa stared at me, shocked. I just couldn't deal with it anymore. Turning on my heel, I ran down the hallway, heading towards the track. I didn't stop when I hit the rubbery material of the track, my feet pounding against the ground as I sprinted a full circuit at top speed. At the end of the lap, I couldn't stop running, and had to sprint another one. And another. And another. I couldn't find it in me to stop running. It seemed as if I ran enough laps, the burning in my chest would disappear, and Max's voice would stop ringing through my head.

That was the way I got respect from the boys in grade school, by beating them in races.

After all, I am the more superior Max I.

I dunno. He's acting kind of weird.

After all, I am the more superior Max I.

After all, I am the more superior Max I.

Vaguely, I heard the bell ring for the end of the lunch. Somehow I made my way off the track and stumbled into art class. My legs collapsed under me as I fell into the chair and stared at the whiteboard. I felt disconnected. My eyes locked on the door right as Max pushed it open and strode in. With a wide smile on her face, she sat down in the chair next to me. "Hey Fang," she greeted me, casual as ever. "Did you see Iggy?"

I shook my head. Max sighed, pulling out her drawing from yesterday. It was slightly creased, but it was still a magnificent picture. Max had smudged a few lines, and my chin was too pointed, but the drawing was truly realistic. I looked at myself on the paper, wondering if that was exactly how Max saw me, with my eyes lit up and my hair over my eyes. Was this her impression of me? I pulled out my drawings from the last class also, and the one of her happened to be on top. I saw Max's eyes flicker over to my paper, and a small smile tugged at her lips before she turned back to redo a few things on her own drawing. I gazed at my picture, mentally comparing it to the girl sitting next to me. This was definitely the impression I had of Max; fierce, dominating, and ready to fight. To finish the drawing, I had been thinking of drawing the other Max in goal, watching her shoot with fear evident on his face. However, after today, I didn't want Max II to appear in the drawing with Max. No. Instead, I sketched in Iggy, wearing a comically clueless expression. I smiled tightly at the product. There.

One Max was all I needed.

"Fang!" My mom's voice broke me out of thoughts, reminding me that I was already at home, not back in art class with Max. "Fang, dinner is going to be ready in about twenty minutes!"

"Okay!" I called back, twisting onto my stomach on my bed. Thinking back to my drawing in art class, I felt the same tight, unfeeling smile appear on my face.

Yes. One Max was definitely all I needed. Maximum Ride.

Yeah, I kinda like this chapter. I like writing FPOV, because Fang is so deep! Boo-yah! XD

Nudge: A few people wanted my POV to appear in the story!

Gazzy: But a lot of others said you would just ramble the entire time.

Nudge: SO?
Gazzy: -facepalm-

So yeah… Maybe I'll write just one chapter in NPOV, just to humor my little minion.

Review? It's good for your soul!

Angel: Not really. It's good for TMI's soul, though!

True. But I think it's good for your soul too! XD

~TMI~