Okay, I don't know… I started this- I don't really know if I should continue with this story… but it's up to you the readers to decide.
I randomly started the first chapter of this story during my English Honors 1 class ( I have English Honors 1 even though I'm still in eight grade xP) and then finished it in my Algebra 1 class.
*Oh! And for my other story 'In too deep'…
DO NOT FRET! I DID NOT STOP WRITING THE STORY… I SHALL UPDATE SOON!
Honestly… I have been very busy for the past week because of my summer project, loads of homework and pressure from my soccer coach.
So, I'm really stressed and depressed... if any of you can help me out by writing a funny joke when you review that would really help me out…
Okay and back to 'In too deep'- I WILL TRY TO UPDATE BY FRIDAY. I WILL TRY.
Oh, and before you guys start reading the story I want you guys to know something…
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OKAY NOW HERE IS THE STORY! :D
The Bucket List: When they were 7, Max and Nick created a bucket list- 320 things to do before they die. Now, when they run into a small situation with their parents they decided to complete the list in record time… Follow their Journey as they cross out the most stupid and outrageous things off the bucket list that they named-'The Macmillan List'. (Way better than it sounds! Please give it a chance? Lil'OOC- Fax, maybe Niggy/Eggy. )
Chapter 1: The List
I was in my mother's kitchen, finishing some extra credit problems for my math teacher when my mother came walking into the room.
She was wearing her usual outfit- a sundress with a pair of black flats. Her dark brown hair was more curly than usual and her eyes were even brighter than then they usually are...
I knew something was going on as soon as she slammed a dozen travel brochures and a pen down on top of my work.
I looked down at my books and pushed the brochures and pen aside and continued to finish the equation that I had already started.
My mother pushed the brochures towards me once more. I gazed up at my mother through my bangs and gave her one my 'what?' face.
She glared at me, and I sat up a little bit straighter on my wooden chair.
Her face became even brighter as she gave me a wide smile and sat down on the seat beside me.
Her arms reached out towards my math books,
Her hands moved quickly-firmly grasping my books; she automatically slammed them shut and threw them down on her lap her eyes looked back up at me to meet mine.
As she looked deeper into my eyes, I looked back at her with a questionable look upon my face.
She took in a deep breath, and looked down at her lap.
"Max, school ends in two days..." she started "what are you going to do after that?"
"Well… I'm planning to go another year."
Her eyes once again met with mine, this time with fire burning in them,
"You already attended 6 years, that's enough." she said, moving some of dark brown curls out of her face.
"Nick and I decided to attend another year." I informed her.
"I don't want you to go to school anymore Max." she mumbled through her plump pink lips.
I looked at her, "Mom, you were the one who told me that a good education was always best for me." I argued.
"Yes, Max I know that... It's just that... You and Nick started going to college at the age of 13, and you already received three master's degrees in teaching and the arts... You don't need to go to school anymore. Marie and I believe that you and Nick going to school for another year is unnecessary." she quickly said her eyes pleading, filling with tears.
"Your 18 Max, Go and live your life, go across the country! Go to Spain, go somewhere! I JUST DON'T WANT YOU TO FOCUS YOUR ENTIRE LIFE AROUND SCHOOL!"
I looked at my mother and I knew she was being serious; she had that 'I'm serious about what I'm talking about' vibe.
"Let me talk about it with Nick first alright?" she nodded her head as I stood up from my chair and walked into the Living room.
I stepped onto the dark black carpet, passing by 3 pieces of white furniture and a lamp before reaching the front door of my house.
I opened the wooden front door to reveal a large green lawn and a pathway of pebbles leading me to the side walk.
I ignored the path and walked over to the large oak tree separating our house from Nicks.
I climbed up the tree, holding on to the small handles that we had nailed onto it when we were 5 years old.
I passed by many carvings of birds, eyes and hearts until I reached the top of the tree and walked on the branch that led me into Nick's room.
From the window, I could see Nick lying down on his bed sleeping and listing to music, he was wearing a pair of black sweat pants and a black t-shirt that was covered in white paint.
I quietly climbed into his room, making sure not to make a sound.
I looked around at his walls and saw that he had added another painting to the thousand of paintings that he had hanging up on the walls of his room.
The new painting that he had added was one with a girl holding an axe cutting down a tree.
I kicked of my sneakers and walked over to Nick, his long black hair was all over his face so you couldn't see his eyes.
He was slightly snoring but was out sounded by Metal music blasting through his earphones.
I grabbed his iPod which was laying down right beside him and entered his password.
I changed the music and put on the song "Baby" by Justin Bieber.
Nicks eyes snapped opened immediately before the song hit the chorus,
He pulled the earphones out of his ears and glared at me for a minute before his glare was replaced by a low chuckle and then a hit in the back of the head with the pillow.
I just glanced at him and laid down next to him.
His arm wrapped around my shoulders and we both stared up at the black ceiling.
"Hey, Nick?" I asked interrupting the silence.
"Yea?" his deep voice mumbled, looking at me from the corner of his eye.
I turned myself over on my side to look at the side of his face.
"Did your Mom… umm… Talk to you yet?" I asked.
"About the college thing?" he asked, and I nodded my head.
He shrugged his shoulders and then turned his head to look at me.
His obsidian eyes were staring at me intensively, and I looked into them like I always do... Seeing spots of gold deep inside of them...
"I don't know what to do... Schools the only way we can actually spend time with each other." I said, as he moved some of my natural blonde hair out of my face.
He smirked as he looked deeper into my eyes,
"Move out?" he suggested.
"Nah... They said that they want us to live out our lives... Just how exactly do we do that?"
We laid down staring at each other for a little while longer before Nick's dark eyes brightened right before my very eyes.
He literally jumped off of his bed and walked over to his closet. He pulled out many dusty Algebra, Physics, and English books- also old art supplies before he found a dusty yellow envelope.
He lazily stuffed everything back into his closet and walked back over to me, he sat down crissed crossed beside me.
"Things to do before we die." he read out loud showing me my chicken scratch of a handwriting.
"Remember when that woman came to visit the middle school? She held an assembly and talked about goals and dreams we each have?" he asked.
"Yea, Mrs. Potter?" I asked and he nodded his head.
"She talked about this bucket list that she had started... And after we found out what a bucket list was...we came home and started one of our own..."
"Oh yea... I remember… how long was the list, 300?" I asked.
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Let's find out."
Nick popped off the wax from the yellow envelope and pulled out a wad of papers.
He looked at the last page, "320.".
"So what do we do?" I asked. "Try to cross things off of that list?"
He looked through the papers and every page that he turned his eyes widened even more then the first time.
"Max, although we were smart 7 year olds... We were also very crazy." he stated turning another page.
"A majority of these just seem... out of hand..."
I smiled at him, and shrugged my shoulders.
"I honestly want to do it... It Might actually be fun."
"I want to do it to, but we have to swear to bacon that we will do every single one of these." he said shaking his finger at me.
"I Maximum Martinez swear on Maries greasy; crispy; delicious bacon, that I will not chicken out on whatever is on that list."
"And I, Nick Ride... Will not be a wimp when it comes to completing the list..." he mumbled raising his right hand.
"Okay... Rules?" I asked
"Okay... So every 5 that we complete off of the list, we do a huge favor for someone else?" he asked.
"That sounds reasonable," I said "Oh and we have no halfizes -like, if we don't complete It, we can't cross it off the list... Even if we attempt to do it."
"Alright, that sounds fair..." he said grinning.
"Alrighty then… Let's go tell the Rents."
Just if you didn't know, Rents is another word for parents…
Yea, and If you couldn't already guess, Nick is Fang… I will start calling him Fang in later chapters but, I want his new nickname to do with one of the items on the bucket list.
So don't worry… The name Fang will come up SOOOON…
Okay how was it? Please review! Take me out of my depression!
Again… I love you guys… yea I do...