A/N: I'm sorry if this isn't to your liking, it's just that Lissa has never been a stupid slut in my mind. Mostly, I wrote this to shake a little writer's block on The Talk. Yeah...didn't work. Oh, and in case you couldn't tell--doubt it--the (blank) POV is not a lyric. Doi

Disclaimer: I own neither Maximum Ride or this song. They belong to their respective owners (James Patterson and Anna Nalick)

Lissa's POV

He was a soldier

He always was

He left his city to fight for America

Fang. My soldier. He never told me, but I knew what he was. I loved him in spite of it. He was a constant pressence in my life, so strong and sure. We only had a few months together, but I loved him the moment I saw him. But his heart was never mine. And I was okay with that.

I also knew why he left. My soldier left to fight Itex when he was only fourteen. During the silent battle, I got an email urging me and every other kid in the world to fight.

And I did. I fought as hard as I possibly could, although I'm sure my struggles were petty and insignificant compared to my soldier's. I led protests and boycotts and even got on several national news broadcasts. I fought as my soldier fought.

And we fell in love to music

We were just kids

We didn't have time to be sorry for what we did

Our first date was magical. It was at a dance held by my church's youth group. We swayed to the music. Towards the end of the night, he leaned down to kiss me. We held each other closely, and it felt like the kiss would never end.

But when we pulled apart, his eyes told me how he felt. He hadn't felt what I did. He wasn't head over heels for me. But we continued to dance and pretended it had never happened.

He left not two days later. There was no time for regret, only time to remember that happy, almost perfect night.

Max POV

I heard soft, muffled sounds from Fang's room. Ever so tactful, I barged right in. He quickly wiped his eyes, and he managed to appear nonchallant. But his eyes were red-rimmed and puffy.

I knew instantly that his date hadn't gone well. Well, that was an understatement. I don't know where it came from, I'm not usually the touch-feely type, but I put an arm around him.

"And I siad hey, boy

What you crying for?

It'll be okay in the end

And If this life doesn't give you the love you expect

There's always the next"

I murmered softly to him. Before he had time to speak, I quickly left the room.

Lissa POV - 5 Years Later

She was a pretty Texas girl

An answer to his prayers

He called me to tell me he'd fallen in love with her

My soldier called me one last time. He called to tell me that Max was not his sister, and that he had fallen in love with her. I still hadn't moved on, and each word felt like a dagger stabbing into my heart.

She sang like an angel

Loved like a friend

She made my soldier believe he could live again

I'm happy for him, really. He's finally happy. She was able to comfort him when no one else could. And for that, I cannot hate her. Even though I desperately want to.

When she said hey, boy

What you crying for?

It'll be okay in the end

And if this life doesn't give you the love you expect

There's always the next