"Really? When?" asked Angel, while I furiously shook my head side to side, trying to tell him not to tell her. He completely ignored me, shrugged, and said, "Hallway,"

"Yeah, let's just say Max doesn't really know how to take compliments," said Jimmy, walking by, laughing.

"Fang, grab her!" yelled Angel, just as I started running after Jimmy. He gave a look of terror, hopped over the buffet table, and hid under it. I jumped over the table smoothly, just for him to run to the other side of the table. I sighed, crawled under the table, and chased him over the other set. It has a plain dark blue background and a red velvet couch. He jumped over the couch and hid behind it, thinking I didn't see him. I walked as quietly as I could over to the couch. That's when I heard the voices yelling to me. It was probably Angel and Nudge trying to get me not to hurt him. Oh, well, too bad for them, I thought.

I quickly jumped over the couch and just barely avoided jumping on him. He took advantage of when I jumped to grab my ankle and pull me down, hard. I landed right next to him, and he rolled over on top of me and pinned my arms down.

"Jimmy, you have five seconds to let me go, and then run," I growled, struggling against him to get my arms free. He smirked, then jumped up and ran away from the set and around the corner. I ran after him, and just barely avoided running into a dog by jumping over it. Why is there a dog on set? I continued running and saw him duck into a random room. I ran to it and yanked it open. It was dark in there, and I couldn't see anything.

"Oh, Jimmy," I said in a fake sweet voice. "Come out, come out, where ever you are!"

Just then something ran by me, nearly knocking me down. I ran after it, knowing it was Jimmy. I opened the door that he closed and ran out, only to be grabbed around the waist.

"JIMMY LET ME GO!" I screamed, kicking, trying to get him to let go of me.

"Not Jimmy," said the deep voice. Fang.

"Let me go!" I whined, still struggling.

"Can't," was his reply.

"Well than what are you going to do, just stand here?" I asked him, hoping I had the same strength as him.

"Nope," he said, picking me up and carrying me like a sack of potatoes.

"Urg, let me go!" I yelled, kicking.

"Hey, Maxie, nice ass!" yelled Jimmy, obviously behind us. I screamed and struggled some more. To my surprise, Fang put me down. I gave him a surprised look and he just raised as eyebrow. Looking very sexy, I thought. I turned around and ran towards Jimmy, who was turned the other way. I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back.

"MAX!" screamed Angel, running towards us. But I didn't care. I tightened my grip, then let go. He turned around and I punched him in the face.

It was 5:30 and I was finally done being yelled at by Angel. Fang was there too, snickering. Every time I caught him laughing, I would either stick my tongue out at him or flip him off.

Iggy wasn't there, he was at the hospital with Jimmy. Oh, did I mention I kinda broke his arm? Well, I did. In my defense, it's not my fault at all. He was the one that did all that stuff. Fricken perve. Iggy laughed the whole time he was there.

So now me, Angel, Fang, Gazzy, and Iggy were going out for dinner. Why, you ask? Well, Angel wanted to talk to me and Fang about something, along with Gazzy, who was Fang's manager. Fang is a singer, that's why he has a manager. He's pretty new, more up and coming, I guess. Iggy was coming because, well, I don't really know why Iggy was coming…

We arrived at the small Italian restaurant near the studio a few minutes later. We got a table and sat down. Angel was still sending me death glares.

"What, Angel?!" I cried.

"I can't believe you attacked your own drum player!" she nearly yelled.

"Did you see what he was doing? He pretty much wanted me to break his arm. Begging, even," I said.

Before Angel could protest, a blonde, annoying looking waitress came over.

"Hi, my name is Tammy and I'll be your waitress this evening, can I get you anything to drink?" she asked, looking straight at Fang.

"Umm, I'll get ice tea, please," said Angel.

"Diet Coke," said Iggy.

"Root beer," I said.

"Max, no," said Angel from across the table. I was sitting between Iggy and Gazzy and Angel was sitting next to Fang.

"Angel, I am seventeen, I think I can handle root beer," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"Remember last time?" she asked, and then sort of twitched.

"Angel, that was like 4 months ago!" I cried. I may have sort of acted a little drunk. But in my defense I did have a real beer, too.

"Fine, but don't call me at one in the morning going crazy and try to make me come over to get the evil fairies out of your head," said Angel, shaking her head, causing Fang, Gazzy, and Iggy to snicker.

"Shut up," I said to the guys. "Root beer, please," I said to the waitress.

"Root beer," said Fang, smirking and not looking up from my face. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Now I have to find you a new guitarist!" Angel cried.

"Don't be dramatic, the album just came out, we don't have to do much recording for a little while," I said, trying to sooth Angel.

"But what about concerts? And we still need a drummer in case of emergencies!" yelled Angel.

Before I could protest, someone yelled to me.

"Hey, Max!" yelled Justin Beiber, walking over to our table.

"Hey!" I greeted back, getting up and hugging him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Getting yelled at by Angel and laughed at by the guys," I pointed to Gazzy, Iggy, and Fang.

"Nice. Who did you kill this time?" he asked, laughing.

"I just may have accidentily-"

"She broke Jimmy's wrist and gave him a black eye," said Angel bluntly. Justin started laughing.

"What did the poor guy do?" he asked.

"Pretty much begged for me to do it," I mumbled.

"He whistled at her, and then told her she had a nice ass," said Iggy, trying to hide his laughter. Justin was laughing along with him.

"Poor guy. Hey, I'm going over to a party later, you want to come?" he asked.

"Sure. As long as these guys can come…" I trailed off.

"Sure, you guys can meet me after you're done eating," he said, walking off to his friends.

"OMG, you know Justin Bieber?" Iggy nearly shrieked. His face was so serious I burst out laughing, along with everyone else on our table.

"Yes, Iggy," I replied, trying to control my laughter.

When our order came and we finished eating, we met up with Justin. We got to the party and everyone split up. I was talking with Justin, Angel was talking to some of her other producer friends, and Fang, Iggy, and Gazzy were-well, who knows where?

"So, you still need a drummer?" yelled Justin over the loud music.

"Yeah, I guess so. At least Angel says I do," I yelled back.

"I think I know a guy who can fill in for Jimmy," he replied, grabbing my hand and pulling me across the room. I caught Fang's eye for a second and saw some emotion cross his face, but I couldn't figure out what.

"Max, meet Dylan; he's a drum player I know from a while ago." He said, introducing me to Dylan.

Dylan was tall, with thick, dark blonde hair. He was tan, like he was in the sun all day, but got no burn, and had blue/turquoise eyes. And when I mean tall, I mean over six feet.

"Hi," he said, holding out his hand. I shook it.

"I'll let you two talk," said Justin, walking away toward a group of guys.

Dylan and I talked for a while, then Angel came over and we all talked.

"So, you start on Monday," said Angel.

"Great," Dylan replied.

Just then, there was a big bang. Angel yelled something about Iggy and Gazzy, and I gave Dylan an apologetic smile and ran after her.

Angel drove us home at about 11:45. Her apartment was right across from mine, so we only made one stop. While we were walking, Angel pulled me aside.

"Hey, Max?" she asked quietly, as we walked slowly behind the boys.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"So, Fang, Iggy, and Gazzy coming was kind of a surprise, and I told them they didn't have to stay in a hotel…" she began.

"Yes…" I said, wanting her to continue.

"I only really have room for two, so I was wondering-,"she began, but I cut her off.

"If one of them could stay with me? Sure." I replied.

"Thank you!" she cried, hugging me. I laughed and hugged her back.

"So, who do you want to stay with me?" I asked.

"Probably Fang, because Gazzy is my brother, and Iggy will probably want to stay with Gazzy," she said.

I nodded and Angel and I walked a little faster, leading them to our apartments. When we got there, Angel started talking to them.

"Okay, so since there is only room for two in my apartment, one of you is going to stay with Max, who lives right across the hall," she told them.

"So who's staying with you, sis?" Gazzy asked.

"Probably you and Iggy, but if I let you stay together there will be no bombs or explosions." She said, very seriously.

"Sure," said Gazzy.

"So, Fang, are you okay with that?" asked Angel.

"Sure," he said, shrugging.

"Okay, see you guys in the morning," said Angel, unlocking her door as I unlocked mine.

I opened the door and stepped inside, turning on the lights. I threw the keys on the island in the kitchen and walked over to the closet to get pillows and blankets.

"You can stay on the pull out couch," I said, grabbing the arm full of pillows and blankets, the pile towering over my head. Just as I turned to walk over to the blue couch, I crashed into something hard, and nearly toppled over. But someone grabbed my arms, (the someone I'm assuming was Fang) and I got my balance. He took the blankets and pillows from me and walked to the couch.

"Thanks," I said, after an awkward silence.

"No problem," he replied, making up the couch.

"So…I'll just be in my room. Bathroom is down that hall, first door on the right. Everything should be there," I said, walking towards my door.

"Goodnight," Fang called after me.

I smiled to myself as I replied, "Night, Fang,"

So, how was that? I know, I didn't get 10 reviews, but I'm hoping when I post this chapter I will get 10. I know it's not very good, it's just a filler chapter. Oh, and I kinda forgot the disclaimer, so here it is: I don't own Maximum Ride, or any other characters except Jimmy. Sadly, nor do I own Justin Bieber.