Don't Even Say It (A Max Thunderman Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1: She's Probably a Nerd

Author's Note: Welcome to another fanfic brought by yours truly. This is a fanfic based on the Nickelodeon sitcom "The Thundermans". I have been so obsessed with the show no matter how cheesy the whole plot line is and I've noticed that not a lot of people are talking about it. I've been inspired to write a story about the said show while I was writing my other story, Long Live the Boy-King, but I grew hesitant at first because the former had slow updates. (sorry) Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this new story I've made and please feel free to leave any comments and suggestions. I do not own the Thundermans, btw.

Don't Even Say It

Chapter One: She's Probably a Nerd

MAX

Being in a family of superheroes has been the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I know that I stick out like a sore thumb. Everyone knows it. I am nothing compared to my parents. Dad may be the most well-known superhero not only in Metroburg but all around the world. Possessing super strength doubled with his abilities to fly, he sure did put a stop to a lot of crimes back in his days. But old age wore him out. His blonde hair now turned gray, his lean body now a blob of fat from all the meat he has consumed. But there's still some spark in dad. He still has this natural urge for him to help people even in the littlest way possible. Mom was beautiful. Is beautiful, rather. Yeah, she now has a few extra lines on her forehead and crinkles on her face but she's still beautiful. Plus, when she's in rage, expect thunderstorms. Literally, thunderstorms. During her youth, she was known as Electress, saving people one lightning at a time. Lowers electric bills, too. Mom still does that, being a superhero. But her powers are mostly seen in a, well, more mom way. Her cooking is absolutely perfect and the house is well-kept. When one of us gets sick, she always makes sure that a bowl of chicken noodle soup is served. Then, there are my siblings. Phoebe, my twin sister who is the total opposite of me. We do share the same powers, of course: freeze and fire breath, telekinesis, super intelligence, and even the thunder sense. But she always gets good grades, I don't. She's a goody-two-shoes, I'm not. She's kind, passionate, and determined, I'm not. At least, that's what I want people to think. After all, if I'm going to be a future supervillain, might as well start early. And even if I did try to be just like her, I'm still not going to be as good as she is. I don't intend to be. I'm happy the way I am. Chloe, Billy, and Nora are too young to be taken seriously. I still love them, though, even if they are so annoying sometimes.

My family isn't perfect but everyone loves one another. The reason why I think it's the worst thing that has ever happened to me? Because someday, when I do pursue to be a supervillain, everyone will probably disregard me, saying that it's still just a phase. But it's what I'm good at. I'd like to think that I will be someone important someday. But sometimes I can't help but think that I am a big disappointment and I would be a bigger one in the future. As long as my last name is Thunderman.

"Max, please put your feet off the table." I obeyed Mom and hurriedly removed my feet from the table, fixing my posture as well while eating my cereal. It's the first day of junior high and I can't wait... NOT. I mean, yes, I do like hanging out with my friends and band mates, making fun of teachers and clumsy students, but there's something about summer that I would surely miss. For instance, I don't have to sit in and listen to my teacher rant about quadratic equations or do stupid physics inventions. But all jokes aside, I loved this year's summer. I had a lot of time drawing some blueprints for my new inventions, enjoyed my solitude in the lair, and finally managed to get away from my siblings' constant babbling. Sadly, it ended earlier than I expected. I guess time does fly fast when you're enjoying yourself.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Phoebe put the back of her hand on my forehead, making me stop chewing on my cereal. "Uhh... What are you doing?" I asked Phoebe, still surprised by her sudden presence. I looked at her and saw confusion on her face.