Hey guys! It's me, Serena, and me, Haley (other wise known as Serenaisbestezrq387, and Fluffy Bunnies Are So Cute) and we have this story that has been done over and over countless of time but we both thought that it deserves a chance to be awesome-fied. Is that a word? Anyways, thanks so much for reading, and we hope it's one of the best you read. We plan on making it as funny and realistical (hopefully :) as ever!

Summary- Max and Fang. Fang and Max. Best friends for life. Next-door neighbors, spending all their time together. But what happens when Fang goes to his Aunt's house over the summer, and neither Max, nor Fang receive contact from each other for the entire two months? Genuine hatred. You know what they say... There's a fine line between hatred and love... Read on to ride along Max and Fang's adventures together, after those couple of months before high school. All Human. Alternate Universe. FAX, of course!

Disclaimer: I (Haley) personally hate disclaimers - not that sure about Serena - so I won't bother putting one at the beginning of EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER, only the first. Serena might, so don't yell at me for that, or if I didn't put a disclaimer. All clear? Okay, anywho, we DO NOT OWN MAXIMUM RIDE. NOT EVEN THIS FREAKING IDEA, since it's been used over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over - get the point? - again. So what we do own is... the format of the words, the words chosen, and the grammatical errors, PLUS the newly created characters...

ENJOY!

~.*SUCKERS OF LOVE*.~

Chapter 1- Best friends Forever... Or Not?

~.*MAX POV*.~

-Age 13, turning 14, summer before high school-

I walked out of my house and went next door, to my best friend's - Fang's - home. Inviting myself into the house, since we all were practically joined at the hip, I found him in his black room, on his black bed, which had black blankets, staring at his black ceiling. Something was different about him though, I just couldn't figure out what.

"What up, Fangles?" I asked canon-balling on his - black - bed, and lying down beside him.

"Mom's making me go to my aunts house for two whole freaking months!" Fang blurted out, turning over to face me, and averting his obsidian from the ceiling. "And it has to be the summer before high school!"

"What's so wrong with that? You can still call me. Or Skype me!"

"But my aunt doesn't have internet. I don't even get why Mom wants me to go. Apparently we need 'bonding time' " I stifled a laugh, due to my friend's face which was contorted into pure disgust.

"When are you leaving?" I wondered, trying to keep calm from out bursts of laughter.

"In two days," I could tell he was still upset - as he'll ever show - though.

What to do...

And that's when Maximum Martinez-Ride, the brilliant, came up with an idea.

"Move your moping butt then Fang, we're getting ice cream!" which he gradually did. As we slid down the banister of Fang's stair case, I found Fang's mom - my almost second-mom - Julie waiting at the bottom, money in her hand.

"Heard your exclamation of ice cream," she teased, handing me and Fang the money.

"Yeah, Fang was sulking about having to go to his Aunt's for two months, with out any contact from moi..." I trailed off.

"Oh, well you can always go old-fashioned, and write letter, can't you?" Julie suggested.

"I guess..." Fang sighed tiredly, despite the fact he did absolutely no physical activity today. How do I know? We do everything together.

"Awesome! I'll write first, okay Fang? DON'T YOU DARE SEND ME A LETTER, BEFORE I SEND ONE TO YOU! Comprende? Or I'll... Paint your entire room pink, with pictures of fuzzy unicorns pooping out rainbows, while eating butterflies. I swear I will. Do. You. Understand?" By this time, Julie had headed back into the kitchen, as my evil schemes of what I could do to Fang went through my head. He nodded in response.

A satisfied me, and a emo Fang headed off to the ice cream parlor from there.

~.*At the ice cream shop*.~

We walked into the shop and saw a girl at the cashier. She was pretty, to say the least, with green eyes, tan skin, brown, wavy hair, and a few freckles sprinkled around her eyes and nose. She looked around the age of... 18, shall we say? Rough estimate. We sat down at a booth and I looked at Fang.

"So Fang... the usual?" Another head nod. This trip must really be getting to him. The waitress came over to us, with a bright smile.

"Hey guys, I'm Ashley and I'll be your server for today! What can I get you?" 'Ashley' asked me, being very friendly.

"Uh... So can we both have two, three scoop sundaes, all with chocolate ice cream. And can you make one with marshmallow topping, and the other with caramel topping, both with no nuts please?" I asked politely. Hey! I can be polite, if some one's polite to me first! And Ashley was most certainly nice.

"Of course! It'll be out in a minute!" and then she scurried away. We sat in silence until our ice cream came. As we ate, I tried to reassure Fang, and said,

"It won't be as bad as you think you know." He looked up from his delicious frozen treat.

"Don't be so sure Max."

-Beginning of soft-more year in high school, about a year after last event-

"What the hell, Nick!" the girl on the ground screamed furiously, as Coke seeped down through her hair, splattering onto the ground, and across her face, making it appear she was crying. That is, if tears were syrupy, and brown. Besides she never cried. One of the things she learned over the beginning of high school: do not show fear.

"Why hello, Maxie, didn't see you there," he stated cooly, ignoring all the stares beginning to gather around them, as did she. They were the center of attention in the brightly lit, sunny day. A wonderful day to cry. To cry tears of Coke.

"What. The. Fricking. Hell?" she repeated, deadly calm. To all others, they would've been the one bawling there eyes out, with real tears. However, 'Nick' kept his calm facade up, used to his insolent neighbor's glares, insults, and what not. He got them every day.

"Is that the only words your puny brain can retain? Or do you not have a brain at all, Max, dear?" Nick retaliated.

"Or do you not have a brain at all?" Max mocked. "I do damn well have a brain. One: Never call me 'dear', 'honey', 'babe', 'sweetums', or anything in that category, because you have a freaking girlfriend over there, and I would never be any of those... pet names, or in a position, where I'd willingly let you call me that, understand? It'll only ever be Max, or 'Almighty One'. Take your pick.

"Two: If you can't even remember telling me your greatest fears, secrets, etc... that I can and will use as blackmail, who's the one without a brain?

"Three: And if I didn't have a brain, which I most certainly do, how could I do this?" she exclaimed, walking right up in Nick's face.

His shimmering eyes widened the tiniest fraction, heart quickening form it's usual steady, smooth pace unintentionally, not believing the scene unraveling before him. This girl - Maximum Ride, for Heaven's sakes - his disgusting, rude, sarcastic, tough, pretty, witty, ex-best friend, neighbor, was about to kiss him.

What has this cursed world become to?

But no, she simply kneed him hard in the gut and pouring the remainder of the Coke bottle on Nick, before skipping - yes, skipping - away.

Nick was doubled over at the waist, struggling to maintain his collected composure, yet using all his power to lift his wet, sticky head up at the girl, who parted the sea of frenzied high schoolers.

"It's not Nick. It's Fang," he croaked weakly. Yet she heard him, and paused mid-skip to turn around.

"I know. I was the one who gave it to you, didn't I? Besides it says Nick on your birth certificate, does it not?" pause, "I though so. See you at home, Nick!" Max smirked, and skipped off again, to her car, not giving a care in the world about her Coke splattered hair, unlike all the other girls at school, who'd be shrieking in fear.

Everyone - including Fang - gazed at Max in wonder.

That little - but smokin' hot - rebel.

Okay, so here it is! We gave you a taste of the past, and present! To all you curious readers, you'll find out soon what happened that summer... It's all planned out.

When will the Fax come in? We don't know for sure - Serena might, since Haley's the one typing this A/N - but rest assure, it'll be weaved in through out the chapters. You already got some right here, don't you?

*Max and Fang kissing* Ha! There's your FAX!

Kidding... But the Fax was when he thought she was going to kiss him, and the last comment. There'll be Fax in every chapter, even if we have to put *Max and Fang kissing* at the end :)

So, tell us if you think it's worth it, and please review! On both accounts if you must! Like we said before, we'll try to not make it too drab and un-original, but add new ideas and humor,

Sound good? Now go review! And happy New Year! Unless you celebrate like, the Chinese New Year, Korean New Year, etc..

OH, AN ANNOUNCEMENT! Serena and I are writing this under a different profile: Authors of Awesomeness, so go review and read on there, once it's up! Which is now, since it's obviously on this profile :)

~Serenaisbestezrq387 and Fluffy Bunnies Are So Cute ~:)