A/N: This is my summer story. I haven't has any inspiration for my other stories because I lost my notebook that had both stories in there so until I find it again I'll be writing this. Basically this is a Max is famous and meets the Flock bla bla bla. I tried to make it as unique and different as possible. But I hope it strikes your interest and you read more than the first chapter. All links for outfits will be or other details that require a photo description will a link after the description. All full links can be found under my profile.

MPOV

"You heard it here first ladies and gentlemen the new song by your favorite band WindChill Premise sung by your favorite twins Max and Maya Walker—"

"Turn it off." I groaned. "It's too early to hear about myself."

The bed across the room squeaked and then the radio was turned off. "You don't like to hear about yourself at any time of day."

I rolled over and pried my eyes open. I spotted Maya shuffling through the mail that our manager dropped in front of our hotel door like he always does whenever we were on tour. She stopped at a large envelope with a wide-eyed expression.

"What's with the face?" I asked.

Maya dropped the rest of the mail and jumped onto the bed beside me. "Do you know what this is?" She exclaimed.

"An envelope?"

Maya rolled her eyes. "Thank you Captain Obvious. I meant what's inside."

"Fan mail? Guitar picks? Something you're about to tell me about?"

"This a return letter from the one I sent to that boarding school I want to go to!" That made me pop up on my elbows.

"Well? Open it!" I commanded.

"What if it's a rejection?"

I snorted. "Then they'd be idiots."

She paused once half of it was opened. "Are you sure about this?"

"Maya, we've already talked about this. We've already planned everything out. Now grow a pair and read the letter!"

She pulled the first sheet of paper out slowly. Her fingers trembled in a way I didn't think possible. She read it so freaking slowly and kept her face completely blank.

"Well? Hello, sister in the dark here."

Maya finally met my eye and let out a fast smile. "I got in!"

I acted uninterested. "Told ya."

"Shut up and give me a hug."

I did and we screamed and jumped around until the knock on our door told us it was time to go. Outside we were escorted down the hall and into the elevator and then into our car. When we got to our destination, the place where our concert was being held, the place was busy with people preparing for the concert later today.

Maya and I were rushed into our separate dressing rooms. My room was already cluttered with makeup and clothes. Carly, my dress artist, was rummaging around looking for the right thing to shove me in. Pixie, my very short very talented make-up/hair artist, placed me in my chair and began her magic.

"So what's the theme for tonight?"

Carly stopped her rummaging for a second to answer. "Superman."

I laughed. "I'm guessing Mickey picked that one out."

"OW!" Carly yelled as Pixie started on my eye shadow. "Aha! Found the shirt!"

"We never doubted you for a second." Pixie stated. "Now put it on her now so her hair won't be ruined."

Carly and I gave her a weird look. "You do realize I will be dancing and jumping up and down and probably head banging, right?"

Pixie shook her head. "Don't ruin my hopes and dreams, Maxi."

"Whatever you say, Pixie-Stick."

In our band, I was the wild one and Maya was the calm one even though neither of us was overly wild or boringly calm. So Carly dressed me in off colored shorts and a white cropped Superman shirt that tied in the front. I wore my Doc Martens and my usual performing-even-though-I-will-take-it-off-in-five-minutes leather jacket. Pixie combined black and white together to get her ideal look with the eye shadow, painted my nails black, put my hair in a side French braid in a low bun. (The website is polyvore /max_rock/set?id=50836336)

Both stood back to admire their work.

I spun around for them. "Well?"

"Perfect."

"So we're done?" I asked hopefully.

"For today." Pixie said. "But tomorrow I get to pick out your wig and all that. Excited?"

I gave her an annoyed look. "No, but I'm content enough because I know Maya has to wear one at her boarding school and she'll have a roommate. So I'm good."

Out in the hallway Maya was waiting, in a similar-because-were-twins-but-not-identical outfit. When we first became famous, our label decided on two personalities (Wild and Calm) and then started with two identical outfits and styled them to match our specified personality.

It's a good technique. Always keeps things interesting.

Maya was wearing a long blue Superman tank too that tucked into a high waist black skirt with a pair of black Gladiators. Her performing jacket was a simple dark blue denim jacket. Her nails were painted red, but the rest of her make-up matched mine. The only other difference was that her hair was pulled into a side French braid except her hair was kept down. (the website is polyvore /maya_rock/set?id=50836304)

Mickey, our energetic photographer, grinned at the sight of Maya and me standing side by side. "Oh yeah, I'm going to get some great shots here."

Maya and I looked at each other and answer together, "It's the Superman shirts."

Mickey squealed and jumped up and down. "Yes! Yes it is! You two are my favorite pop stars."

The stage managers started putting on our wireless mics with Pixie making sure they don't mess up our hair. Our headsets, mines black and Maya's is silver, look like a Bluetooth device. They attach to our ear and go about half way down our cheek. There's a USB look alike that goes with them that hooks into our portable wireless system that snaps onto the back of our pants.

"Back to business," Mickey said, suddenly serious. "Make this concert totally awesome to hold the press over for awhile so you two can figure out you next move." Maya reassured him while I chugged a water and ate a protein bar.

"WindChill Premise is on in 5 minutes. Everyone take your places." I heard in my headphone and over the speakers.

Pixie walked with Maya and me to the rising stage. "You guys already did your sound check and all that?"

"We're all good here, Pixie-Stick." She waved good-bye as stage directors told us directly where to stage on the rising stage.

"I never want this night to end," Maya confessed. "But at the same time I can't wait for tomorrow."

"Tomorrow you're getting your wig fitted. You're excited for that?"

"Well no, I just meant I'm excited to be a normal girl again. I've wanted to go to this boarding school since I was like born."

"Thirty seconds!" Someone called.

"Well, personally, I never want this night to end." I said.

Then the stage rose and our concert began.

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"Any preferences?" Pixie asked.

I shrugged. "A few. No blonde, cause it's my natural hair color and easy to recognize me. I don't think I can pull off black. Other than that you have free rein."

I could see Pixie grin in the mirror. "I am so glad you said that."

"Don't make me regret this."

Almost two hours later Pixie finished. She fitted a dark brown wig to my head and taught me how to put it on. She taught me how to clean and store it. Then she taught and made me style it.

"I'll have it at your hotel before you leave." Pixie said as we started to leave.

"Why not just give it to me now?"

She didn't answer, just smiled and walked away.

She had a weird twinkle in her eyes.

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"Maya Batchelder. Maya Batchelder. Maya Batchelder."

"Yes, that is your name."

"Shut up, Max. I'm trying to get this right."

"Maya Batchelder, only child, brown hair, five foot 8, from Colorado. Maya Batchelder, only child, brown hair, five foot 8, from Colorado. Maya Batchelder, only child, brown hair, five foot 8, from Colorado."

"That is incredibly annoying."

"You're right, okay you do it."

I raised my head over my book to look at her. "Why?"

"I don't know! It'll calm my nerves."

"Right… um Max Martinez. I have a cousin named Ella, she plays soccer. I'm living with Ella and her mom Doctor Valencia Martinez. Dr. Martinez is a vet and I'm her late sisters daughter. They live in Arizona, and I'll be a junior at Santa Cruz High School. My parents are a painful topic. Can I go back to reading now?"

Maya blinked. "I hate you."

"No you don't, you're just extremely nervous. You'll be fine. No one is ever going to think to look for you at some high class boarding school in the cold. You hate cold and the press knows that."

She collapsed on the bed. "Since when are you the reasonable one?"

"Since I hit my head the other day wrestling with Carter."

I dropped my book and pulled my wig out from the box Pixie sent it in. I frowned at it once it was all the way out. It was braided, fishtail but that wasn't the problem, it was the five colors that were streaked through the hair. There was a note attached. (what the wig looks like listing/77438098/rainbow-fishtail-braid-hair-extension)

Maxi,

You will never really be an ordinary girl. No matter where you go you will stand out. Basically, that gave me an excuse to make the dull wig pop. The colors are light green, muted sage green, goldenrod, baby pink, and aqua. I know you hate pink, but you have to admit they colors complement each other.

Have fun in your new life, but don't forget me and always keep in touch. If you ever need make-up or hair advice, call me. Also, don't be afraid to let some people in. Who knows you might find that one person who you'll want to know your secret.

Keep your options open and you're welcome.

Love,

Pixie-Stick

I sighed and braided my own hair then flipped it over and stuck my wig over the wig cap. Maya did the same with her wig. I noticed her hair dresser added some color to her wig too. There was a single magenta streak.

"You look like you're about to puke."

There was a knock at the door that cut of Maya's reply.

"Are you two ready in there?" They called.

"I think Maya's going to have a panic attack, but other than that yes we're ready to go."

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Ella POV

"So basically your cousin you've never met or heard of is coming to live with you and you think she's going to be stuck up and down right terrible. Did I get that right?"

"Yes Nudge—"

"Well did you ever think that maybe she doesn't want to live with you guys either? Hey she might not even be that bad, ya know? She might be really cool and become like your best friend, but make sure she doesn't take my best friend spot because that is mine. But seriously, Ella, you can't judge the girl before meeting her. I mean you haven't even seen a picture of her yet so there really is nothing to judge yet. Do you get where I'm going with this?"

"Yes, yes I do. I just have a feeling she's going to be some cheerleader boy obsessed bitch. That's all I'm saying."

Nudge frowned. "I take that boy obsessed comment very personally."

I rolled my eyes. "Sorry. I'm just in a bad mood."

Nudge patted my back. "It'll be okay, Ells. Is your mom picking her up now?"

"Yes and her name is Max. I figure you should know so you don't have to keep calling her the girl or her."

"Speaking of Max…WindChill Premise just had another concert. Superman themed and I heard it was awesome."

I immediately perked up. "I watched it live. Oh my god, those twins are so talents. And gorgeous. I wish I looked like that."

"I heard their hair is actually that blonde."

"There's no way."

"Yeah it on some interview. They were like 'Max, Maya is your hair dyed? Your fans want to know.' I'm a fan and I totally wanted to know. Anyway Max was like 'we don't dye our hair.' And I was like ZOMG."

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MPOV

"Max? Are you Max?"

I turned to see a Hispanic lady with a warm smile and dark brown hair waving at me. "Yeah, I'm Max."

Her smile widened. "It's so good to finally meet you. I'm Val Martinez. Jeb always talking about his wonder twins, I feel like I've grown up with you guys."

"You knew my dad?"

She nodded and helped me stuff my bags into her trunk. "We went to the same college. You dad was quiet the scientist back in the day. I hear he gave it all up for you and Maya."

"He just wanted us to be happy."

"Well you certainly look very beautiful. And you wig looks completely natural, most wigs I see looks just like a wig."

"We had to be extra careful and got the best we could find."

"It certainly paid off. I absolutely love those streaks too. You pull them off."

"Thank you."

Together we slammed the trunk shut and then got into the car, with Val behind the wheel. When she turned the car on the radio blasted out one of our songs. I quickly changed the channel.

"Sorry. It's just that I pretty much breathe these songs and it's actually really weird to hear your voice over the radio."

"No need to explain."

"So does your daughter know or is it just you?"

She smiled. "Just me. As much as I love Ella, keeping a secret is really something she's good at. She's a huge fan of your band and if she ever found out she would have to tell Nudge. And well we can never shut Nudge up so it was best if we just didn't tell her."

"Well thank you for letting me stay in your house and eat your food and stuff."

"Anything for an old friend."

I must have fallen asleep because the next time I opened my eyes the car was magically parked in front of a modestly large two, basement not included, story house.

"Ella's still at school." Dr. M told me when she noticed I was awake. "And I'm sorry to say that she isn't really all that excited to meet you. I think it's part of being a teenager because she's usually a very social girl. She'll get over it eventually. Let me show you to your room."

My room turned out to be in the attic. When Dr. M first told me, I made a face. Then she showed it to me and the only think I could think was holy shit. While the attic, my new room, was small and compact and a little crowded it managed to have a cozy feel to it. It served as a bedroom, closet, dressing room, den, and study. (Link for the pictures is on my profile.)

"I realize you're used to nicer things, but your friend—Pixie was it?— helped me style it."

I smiled. "I love it."

"Really? You're not just saying that?"

I shook my head. "No, this is perfect."

"Well then I'm glad you like it. Now your bathroom is right down the stairs. It used to be the guest bathroom for the guest room, but you can use it since its right there. If we ever have any guest, which isn't really all that common except for holidays, it'll be easy to share."

"Sounds good."

"So in this house we have very few rules. Ella's curfew is ten thirty on the weekends, ten on school nights. The state law is that she has to be in by ten without an adult with her. For you, I'm just going to stick to the state curfew which is midnight to five am."

"I can do that."

"The other thing is Ella and I communicate though notes. I work some late nights and we don't get very good cell reception at my office. There is a notebook on the table right outside the kitchen, it's easy to see because it right there when you enter from the front door or the garage. All you have to write is if you're going out or having people over, or if you'll be staying late for something to school. If you have people coming over write down whom and if they're staying the night, now if you're going out all you have to is write a short description, like sleepover, and then where it will be."

"Uh okay, I think I got it."

"I know it sounds a little crazy, but it's actually very useful. I do the same thing. Like I may write family dinner or get out of the house and then a date after it. It's very easy once you see it and use it a little. Oh and one more thing. Boys are welcome in this house as long as they are gone by ten, ten thirty if he's your age."

"Okay. I'm just going to unpack now."

"Perfect, I'll call you when dinners ready."

Welcome to Santa Cruz, Max.