A/N: Well, I've been having a hard time keeping the ideas and thoughts in my head together since they increase, like, every day. So this is my solution. A new story. Writing my ideas and thoughts in paper makes it a lot harder because I lose those papers. Yeah.
Iggy: Disclaimer: Aya doesn't know Maximum Ride. Because if she did, I wouldn't be here. She hates me that much.
Fang: Everybody hates you, Iggy. You just realized it.
Me: That's cold, Fang. That's cold. Still, it is right.
Iggy: WHAT THE HELL? HOW CAN PEOPLE HATE ME SO MUCH?
Me: We don't know, Iggy. It's one of world's unsolved mysteries. . .
Prologue
It all started out this way. . .
I'm in the mall, walking with Ella while window-shopping. I don't like malls. It's always crowded and it's full of giggling testosterone-loving girls and. . . And so many more things I do NOT want in my house.
While walking side by side with Ella, my hand is suddenly grabbed by a strong guy and now being pulled to his chest.
Am I being kidnapped? I thought. I turned my head; Ella didn't even know I'm being kidnapped.
I open my mouth to scream but a tan hand covered my mouth.
Before I even know it, I'm being taken to the restroom hallway.
I struggled beneath his grasp and he let go.
I coughed and clutched my stomach.
"Dude! Why did you do that for? I'm calling the police for attempting to kidnap me!" I took out my phone and dialed 911. Before I could type the last number, a tan hand covered over mine.
"Please don't."
I look up to see a guy my age with dark hair and dark eyes and olive skin. Not bad for an eighteen-year-old.
"Give me one good reason why I should not call the police," I say to the stranger.
"I'm being stalked. By my ex-girlfriend."
Oh. "Your ex-girlfriend is stalking you? Why didn't you report it to the police?"
"I don't want her to get arrested." The stranger sigh.
"So you just grab a random 18-year-old girl out of nowhere?"
"I was trying to get her off my back."
"By grabbing me."
He shakes his head. "I'm sorry."
"Why would you grab me?"
"I admit, that was not cool. Really, I'm sorry."
"You haven't answered my question. Why?"
"I want her to know that I'm not interested in her anymore."
"Oh. Now I get it. To make her jealous so she'll leave you alone. Nice. So can I go now?"
He bit his lip. "Will you be my girlfriend?"
"What? What?"
"I meant, pretend girlfriend. I pay you 50 bucks for just week."
Not a bad idea since I'm really bored this summer. "Sure. I don't think your stalker will go away in just a week."
"Huh?"
"Stalkers don't give up that easily. So here's my offer. $200 for a month."
"What? That's stealing."
"Hey! You want you stalker gone or not?" He nodded sheepishly. "Good. It's a deal then." I took out my hand and we shook on it.
"Until July 31? After that we'll go back to our normal lives." I nodded.
"Oh, and I charge additional costs."
"What costs?"
"Everytime you kiss me, it's a dollar each."
"A dollar?"
"Hey! You want it to be five dollars each?" He shook his head.
I offered him my hand. "Shall we go, boyfriend?"
He twined his fingers with mine. "We shall, girlfriend."
And that's how it all started.
My pretend relationship with Nicholas Montgomery.
Right now?
I'm sipping my coffee while my pretend boyfriend read the newspaper.
It's Day 1 of the Pretend Relationship. July 2.
Twenty nine more days.
A/N: Wow. A prologue. I've never done that before. Hmm. . .
Fang: (rolls eyes) RnR?
Iggy: Also, read her other stories!