A/N Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. :D

"Iggy." I whispered, shoving his shoulder. He responded with a grunt and by burying his face into his pillow. I shoved him again, making his arm come out of the covers and flail about, searching for me.

"Go away, Max." He mumbled, finding my arm and whacking it.

"Iggy!" I said loader, continuously shoving his shoulder, making him grunt and whine even more. "C'mon Igster, it's time to get up!" He didn't move, so I backed up as far as I could go, and got ready for a running jump.

"No, Max." He mumbled again.

"You leave me no choice!" Then I'm running towards his bed, I jumped up and landed on him with a thud. He let out an 'oof' while he sat up and glared at me

"God, Max," He flicked his blonde hair out of his eyes. "If you weren't my twin, I would seriously beat you by now." He flopped back down into his bed with a sigh.

"When has that ever stopped you?" I joked, poking him in the stomach. "You know I'm tougher than you, admit it, go on, admit it!" I taunted him.

"Never." He replied with a laugh.

I start to wiggle his bed. "C'mon, Iggy, we both know it! Say it!"

He coughed as if he's about to say something important. "Max, my dear sister, you are…" He rubbed his chin in mock thought. "…a pain in my ass."

I slapped his chest. "Your a pain in everyone's ass!" I stood up and stalked towards his door. "If your asleep when I come back in," I point at him. "you will be having a nice, cold wash."

I strolled back into my bedroom and to my closet, trying to find some clothes for today; the first day of sophomore year. I rummaged through before I settled for a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, a navy blue t-shirt, a black hoodie and some high top converse.

So, if you hadn't of guessed already, my names Max; no, it's not short for Maxine, it's short for Maximum. Maximum Martinez. Anyone who ever calls me by my full name, will probably end up with a rearranged face. I'm sixteen years old. The kids at my school think I'm a Goth, but I'm really not. Just because I love converse, hate all that make-up crap and listen to different music to them, doesn't make me one.

I live in New Haven, Connecticut, with my adoptive father, Jeb, my twin brother Iggy and Jeb's two daughters: Ella and Nudge. (A/N I'm not going to describe what they look like, because we all know their appearances. But I'm going to explain about Iggy and Max.)

Me and Iggy, although we're twins, look nothing alike. He has strawberry blonde hair, while I have dirty blonde hair. My eyes are brown, whereas his are blue. He's over 6ft, while I'm only 5'8.

My childhood past… isn't the best one. I preferred to keep quiet about that. And so does the Igster.

I walked out of my bedroom and down the hall to where Iggy's bedroom is, I looked in and was greeted with a made bed. He made the right choice, I thought to myself smugly.

Stumbling down the stairs, I burst into the kitchen, grinning widely when I saw Iggy making my favourite breakfast. But I instantly closed my eyes once I saw what he had on.

"Get a shirt on, Iggy!" I yelled through my fingers.

"Why?" He tried to say, although it came out more like 'mmgnhm' because he had some food in his mouth.

"Oh my God! It burns! Help me!" I laughed. I turned around, picked up a shirt that was folded on the table and chucked it at him. I heard some rustling noises and decided it was safe to look at him again.

And it was. Thankfully.

Ella and Nudge weren't in the kitchen; that's probably why Iggy had his shirt off. Although, he wouldn't care anyway; he'd flaunt it in front of them. But they're probably upstairs choosing their outfits and deciding how to wear their make-up today, all that girly BS.

I opened the fridge door and pulled out the milk carton, unscrewing the lid and taking a big gulp. Belching, I put it back where it came from.

"Max." Jeb says with a sigh before going back to reading his newspaper. I grinned even though he couldn't see me; I could see his own smile behind the paper.

"Hey! Iggy! Hurry up! I'm hungry!" I told him while sitting down at the table.

"Yeah, yeah." He mumbled and continued to flip my bacon.

I reached into my pocket and took out my iPod, putting the ear buds into my ears and blaring the music. It was 'Teenagers' by My Chemical Romance. I had lots of their songs on my iPod, and lots of other singers and bands too; 2489 songs all together. I love my music.

Nudge suddenly burst into the kitchen with a grinning Ella behind her, they walked up to me and started talking; but I couldn't hear them, I was listening to music, so I nodded and they squealed. That's when I realized I should have listened.

I took my ear buds out and listened to the end of Nudge's sentence. "-that's so awesome! Thank you, thank you! Oohh, Ella, how should we do her hair for tonight? What should she wear? What colour? I'm thinking dark purple, she likes that colo-" I cut her off by slapping my hand over her mouth.

"What did I just say yes to?" I asked through clenched teeth.

"We asked if we could make you over for the gig tonight and you said yes! No backing down now!" Ella giggled and then ran out of the room with Nudge behind her.

I groaned and hit my head on the table. "You really should have listened to them, Max." Iggy laughed and placed my food in front of me.

"I know," I shoved some bacon into my mouth and huffed. "I'm going to look like a slut tonight at the gig." I finished of the rest of my breakfast, feeling miserable and tired.

But I forgot to mention.

I'm in a band.

A/N Hey, this is my first fanfic, I hope you like it. I promise it will be more exciting once I get more chapters in. Do you think it's a good storyline? Or not? And I promise there will be lots of FAX. I just have to introduce Fang, which will be coming shortly. Please review, I'd like to know what you think of it so far and if I should continue!

TheFreak11 :D