It's gonna be Max's POV unless I say otherwise. :)

"Max, you ready? The crowd's awaitin'!" J.J. smiled. She was my best friend, and came to King's every night I was playing. King's was the club owned by Nicholas "Fang" King's parents. Fang was a guy from our small town, I don't know if I've ever met him, but I know he has rid Justin Bieber from hottest new teen star (that came off a magazine).

"Yeah, I am." I grinned back. Tonight I was singing songs by my favorite artist, Selena Gomez. I know it's weird for a sixteen year old to have her as a favorite artist, but her songs have improved a lot. My fave was Rock God. In fact, I'm gonna start singing it now. I ran out on the stage.

"Hey everybody! For any of you who don't know me, I'm Max. I come here almost everyday to play for you guys, and that's what I'm gonna do tonight. Hit it!"

And he said, he said

"Hey girl can't ya walk a mile, not stray?"

Father I'm torn and I'm sellin' my soul to the

Rhythm, the beat and the bass

'Cause I can't confess my rock and roll ways

'Cause I'm so possessed with the music

The music he plays

I can't stop my feet from dancin'

to the sound of his drum

Oh, no! I fell in love with my rock god

I can't stop my hips from swayin' to

his sweet melody

Oh, no! I fell in love with my rock god

Preacher man took my hand, looked in my eyes

he said, "Hey girl, can't ya live your life right?"

Father, things aren't always to black and white

Don't cast the first stone 'cause I'm not alone

And it's not like I'm hurting anyone

But I can't confess my rock and roll ways

I can't stop my feet from dancin'

to the sound of his drum

Oh, no! I fell in love with my rock god

I can't stop my hips from swayin' to

his sweet melody

Oh, no! I fell in love with my rock god

No, I wouldn't change a thing

Even if I could

'Cause I chose a path and I'm not lookin' back

And I'm sorry if I left the angels

Cryin' over me

I can't stop my feet from dancin'

to the sound of his drum

Oh, no! I fell in love with my rock god

I can't stop my hips from swayin' to

his sweet melody

Oh, no! I fell in love with my rock god

Preacher man, preacher man,

Preacher man, preacher man, forgive me for I don't know what I do

Preacher man, preacher man, preacher man why don't you understand?

Preacher man, preacher man

Cause I'm gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

(Have you never felt this way? Have you never ever ever, felt this way?)

Yeah, I'm gone

Gone (I'm so sorry sorry)

Gone (Oh no)

My rock, rock god!

The crowd was whooping and clapping. I smiled.

"Now, those of you who do know me, you know I only play two songs a night." I heard some "BOO!"-ing in the back. "But, tonight, I thought I'd make an exception. Why? 'Cause there are some really important people here tonight, or to me they are. My besties, J.J., who comes every night, and Nudge, the girl who just can't shut up, and my half- sister, Ella. Let's hear it for them!" I pointed to them all.

"Yeah! How you like that action?" I finished off with a coupled more songs, and headed home for the night. I bumped into someone.

"Hey! Watch it!" I yelled. I stood up. The other dude stood up as well.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"Should be." I smirked. "Max."

"Wuh?" he was dazed.

"I'm Max."

"Oh... cool." He was obviously an idiot.

"You are...?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Human. Bye!" He ran off. What a moron.

I was walking to my apartment. I was to young to have one, but my landlord didn't care. I passed a poster of Fang and his partner, Iggy Griffiths. I do remember Iggy. Him and I were best friends. Then one day, he had ran up to me. It all came back.

"Iggy!" I ran over and hugged him. "Your back!"

"Yeah! I met a new guy! He's pretty cool! His name is Nick. Wanna meet him?"

"Nah. Catch me up!" I smiled.

"Well..." he didn't smile back. I knew something was up.

"Iggy... What aren't you telling me?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I was at a 13 and over club. I decided 'Hey, I should sing!' So I did, and I met Nick, and some guy offered us a record deal."

"Awesome!" I hugged him again.

"But, when we agreed, he said... we have to move..." He frowned.

I pushed him off. "What?"

And then I spent a couple weeks crying in my bedroom.

I looked at the poster and frowned. I really missed that pyromaniac. I walked past it, as a tear slid down my cheek. I wiped it off. It wasn't Iggy's fault, or that Nick guy's. I guess I should've moved on by now. But, of course, me being Maximum freakin' Ride, I didn't.

Iggy's Point of View (POV)

Fang and I were at his dad's club, King's. We came back after an endless tour. I saw a brunette hop onto the stage. She had sun-streaks, us being in northern California and all. She grabbed the mike.

"Hey everybody! For any of you who don't know me, I'm Max. I come here almost everyday to play for you guys, and that's what I'm gonna do tonight. Hit it!"

Hm... Max? Could it be Maximum Ride? The best friend I'd left three years ago? She started singing a couple songs and introduced some friends of hers and her sister, Ella. I had a crush on Ella for, like, ever. Don't tell anyone that! Then, I knew, it was Maximum Ride.

"Fang! Dude, this is Max!" I nudged him.

"Like, ex-best friend Max?" he said.

"Yeah!" I smiled.

"Whoa... she's... whoa." He gaped.

"Oh! Someone likes her!" I toyed with him.

"Nope! I have a girlfriend!" He defended.

He did, though. Stupid Lissa! I hated her, he hated her, and I still don't know how they ended up going out. She was a crazy fangirl (see what I did there?) and wouldn't stop stalking him. I punched him in the arm. While he punched me back, I stole his phone from his back pocket.

"I gotta pee."

I ran out back with his phone. I punched in Lissa's number and mimicked Fang's voice (courtesy of Gazzy, my little brother, who is a freakin' whiz). "Fangy!" she screamed.

"Hey, Lissa. This isn't working out."

"Wuh? So, are you dumping me?" she cried.

"Yeah, 'cause I hate you. You're an annoying, prissy, retarted stalker." I really had fun with this. I snapped the phone shut. I began to walk back, and I bumped into someone.

"Hey! Watch it!" she yelled.

"Sorry." I murmered.

"Should be. Max." She smirked. Wait... Max... crap.

"Wuh?"

"I'm Max." I decided to play it dumb.

"Oh... cool."

She was obviously irritated. "You are...?"

"Human. Bye!" I ran back into King's. Fang looked up at me.

"Long pee, dude." He smirked.

"No, actually, long time girlfriend. You two are over." I smiled.

"You didn't..."

"I did." I smiled even bigger.

"Well... this sucks." he frowned.

"Dude! She's gone!" I gasped.

"Yeah... I just totally played you."

"Retard." I murmered.

Fang and I snuck through some alley ways to an apartment we rented out. I saw Max by a poster of us. I think fate is stalking us all. She looked at the poster and a tear slid down her cheek.

She's thinking about what happened! I thought. I walked out of the alley way. I had to get to her before she ran off.

"Max!" I called. She turned around.

"Oh, it's you." she sighed.

"Yeah." I pointed toward the poster. "That's me!"

"Iggy!" she yelled.

"Hey, Maxie."

"Iggy!" I yelled again. I ran over and hugged him. "What're you doing here?"

"Well, the tour ended and I decided to come back here." He smiled.

"I haven't seen you in... what... three years?" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, about." He smiled. Again.

"I freaking missed you! You idiot!" I smiled back.

"Yeah, I'm the idiot." He laughed.

"Well, no duh! 'You are...?' 'Human, bye!' Well played!" I giggled.

"Hey, being famous has its quirks." He defended.

"No kidding." He's back, folks.

Fang's POV

Iggy reunited with his friend, Max (who's... whoa... lemme tell you), and I kinda felt left out.

"Oh! Hey! Fang! Get out here!" Iggy called.

Nevermind.

"Max, this is Fang." She swooned over me.

I'm kidding, if you couldn't tell.

"Oh, cool." She looked over me. She wasn't exactly checking me out, just examining.

But me, yeah, I was checking her out.

"Um... hi." I think I was sweating.

"Well, I gotta head home. SATs tomorrow. Ugh." Max sighed. She left and Iggy turned to me.

"Whoever scores a date with her first brings her on the celebrity couple game show."

"Deal." I inclined.

A/N: So it's not just Fang who likes Max. Hm. Interesting.

Fang: But I win her over.

Me: I'm the author.

Iggy: So, maybe, I win her over?

Me: Maybe.

Fang (to Iggy): I'm gonna kill you.

Me: We have, weighing in at 115 pounds, Fang! Over here, we have Iggy! Weighing at 113 pounds! *DING!*