203AN: Hi, Fanfictioners! This is my first Fanfic, and I'm Sky. I hope it's good, I mean, I try, so don't be too harsh in your reviews, if you even bother, which you should, cuz I tried, so I mean, yeah. I'm gonna stop rambling now, before I turn into Nudge. Okay. Onward with thy story!
Summary: Max and Fang broke up one year ago when Max caught Fang cheating on her with Lissa. Now, he's a famous singer, and Nudge bought tickets and backstage passes to meet and greet Fang and his band. Can Max and Fang get over this obstacle in their relationship? Can Fang regain Max's trust? Or will it all go to waste?
"Please, Max! I already bought the tickets!" Nudge whined at me.
"I told you, I really don't want to go, Nudge!" I protested, showing how much I clearly did not want to go to the concert tonight.
"Max, you need to see him again. I know you two have had your problems, but you need to talk it out. You haven't seen Fang in a year. Wow, has it really been a year? That's like, forever! OMG, I wonder if Fang cut his hair. Wouldn't it look so weird without the shaggy emo-style? OMG, what if Fang turned like, really emo since you left him? What if he-mffphh-" I slapped my hand over her mouth.
"It's time for Nudge Channel to take a commercial break." I ordered. "Blink twice if you understand." Nudge's eyelashes fluttered shut twice, so I removed my hand gingerly.
"You, Maximum Ride, and Fang Walker need to talk. I will not take no for an answer." Nudge stalked out. I groaned and flopped back on my full-sized bed. I yawned, and was almost asleep when Mom called.
"Max! Your cookies are ready!" I was already running down the stairs at 'cookies', my energy renewed. When I entered the kitchen, Nudge was whispering in my other sister, Ella's, ear. They stopped abruptly when I arrived.
"GO!" Ella shouted. Nudge darted forward and grabbed the tray of cookies. They both dashed away, up the stairs. I chased after them, into the large room that they shared. I looked around, and they were nowhere to be found, but my precious cookies were sitting in the middle of the floor. I reached out to grab one, but suddenly a sickly sweet smell invaded my nostrils and I blacked out.
TIME SKIP~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When I woke up, I looked down to see my wrists bound to a chair with duct tape. Oh no. I looked up and saw Nudge and Ella smiling evilly at me. They were my sisters, and we were all adopted by Valencia Martinez, our "mom". She couldn't have children, so she opted for adoption.
You could tell we were adopted, all except for Ella. She was Hispanic, just like mom. Nudge was African-American, and I was normal ole American. Ella had long dark hair and darkly tanned skin and dark brown eyes. Nudge had black skin, black hair, and mocha eyes. I had dirty blonde hair with chocolate brown eyes.
"Nudge, Ella, I will KILL YOU!" I screamed the last two words, yanked at the bonds around my wrists and ankles. Ella flinched, but Nudge's devious grin remained in place. "You freaking chloroformed me. Wait. How did you even get chloroform?" I asked.
"Iggy." They replied in unison. "Now, Maxie, I'm gonna tell you what's going down. We're gonna get you all nice and pretty, and you're gonna go to Fang's concert, and you're going to talk to him using the VIP tickets we got. And when he sees you, looking all beautiful and junk, he's going to regret ever cheating on you with that redheaded s*** Lissa." (AN: I prefer not cussing, but these people like cussing, so let's pretend they did.) Ella stepped forward, rubbing her hands together like an evil madman.
They started toying with my hair, and since I eventually got bored, I fell asleep. After like, two hours, I was shaken awake by a very excited Nudge and Ella. I tried to see myself, but they had covered the mirror with a sheet. "So you can't see yourself until we're through." Ella explained, following my gaze.
Something flew through the air and whacked me in the face. I saw Nudge smiling sheepishly at me. "Sorry, Max. Put that on." She ordered, untying my wrists and ankles. "And don't try anything," she threatened, dangling a cookie in front of my face, "or the cookie gets it!" She pointed an extremely hot curling iron at my cookie. I whimpered, and bowed my head in sorrow, nodding.
They released me and left the room. "Evil beaches." I muttered rubbing my raw wrists. I opened the garment bag slowly and carefully. Surprisingly, the outfit wasn't that bad. Ripped skinny jeans, a tight red tank top, my combat boots, a silver skull ring to put on my middle finger, and a cropped black leather jacket. I put it on carefully, trying not to mess up Nudge's and Ella's hard work, because 1, they would kill me, and 2, I don't want to be re-made-over.
I called them back in when the outfit was on, and they commented their approval.
"ZOMG! Max! You look so pretty! Fang is gonna wish he had never cheated on you!" Nudge squealed. "That's already been established, guys. But thanks." I smiled at them. Then my smile faded into a pout. "Can I please see myself now?" I whined like a child. Ella pulled down the sheet and I stared at myself.
How could this person be me? I'm not that pretty. I have dull brown orbs, this girl has sparkling chocolate brown eyes. I have flat, lifeless dirty blonde hair, she has sleek, shiny brown-blonde locks tumbling down her shoulders. I have normal tan skin, she has a glowing tan. I couldn't believe this person was me. I smiled at them once more. They left and got dressed, and thirty minutes later, we were ready.
Nudge was wearing a red dress with a black sash across the middle, and Ella was wearing an emerald green silk top and a black ruffled skirt. They were way more formal than and Nudge grabbed their purses, and I grabbed my cell phone and wallet. As we walked out the door, I said, "Let's go break some hearts."
AN: So that's it for chapter one! I like it, kind of, I guess, and I hope you guys do too. Review! Write your feelings… man, that sounded like I'm a therapist. Forget I said that. Okay, well, I have another policy: ONLY PEOPLE WITH NO LIFE WRITE FLAMES. I mean, they must have no life, because living is living without hating, otherwise it's a waste of life. So that's my motto, not my real one, but my Fanfiction reviews motto. Whatever. So R&R! Peace out, my peeps!
-Sky