Hi guys! I'm still alive! I actually, to tell the truth, almost forgot about this what with the buttload of projects my teachers decided to pile up one us all of a sudden, but yes, I am still alive. In a sense. Alive enough to write that is.

Anywayyyy, I'm here to say that this is the sequel to We Found Love!

First off, if you're NEW here, then I HIGHLY recommend going back and reading We Found Love first because it'll be hard to follow this story if you haven't.

To the rest of the bunch: Welcome back into my world! I guess I don't really need to dwell on most things, so I'll just skip to the chase. This story will probably be no longer than a few chapters, but if it is longer, than good for you. So now that the intro's all done, I proudly present to youuuuu... Chapter 1 of the sequel, Waiting for Forever! :D

Disclaimer: Darn it. I still have to do these stupid things. I don't own Maximum Ride.

Chapter 1

Max POV

So the dreaded day has finally come.

The day when my sister was officially corrupted for life.

The day when I finally had to give her up.

The day when… Ella got married.

"You may now kiss the bride," the priest said with a sigh, as if he were thinking, 'Finally this is over.'

I watched as my "innocent" little sister kissed her fiancé, now husband. Oh great, another sibling to take care of.

"You go Ella!" I yelled as she grabbed Iggy's collar and dragged him closer before they broke apart, red lipstick plastered on his grinning lips.

Yes, the day had finally arrived: Ella and Iggy's wedding.

I was Maid of Honor, Nudge, J.J., and Angel were some of the bridesmaids. Gazzy was one of the groomsmen. The Best Man was announced missing.

Our parents were in the crowd, our moms were wiping their tears with a handkerchief, Iggy's mom was standing up screaming, "You finally caught one!" and our dads discussing something. Men.

I watched as they exited out the doors, genuine smiles plastered on their faces, and into the light like angels with pink petals and rice falling around them like snow.

Like they were walking to heaven.

"Congratulations!" I cheered, hugging Ella tightly, "You didn't get married to a weirdo! Hopefully."

"Hey!" she joked. "Don't talk about your brother-in-law like that!"

"Yeah," Iggy said, appearing out of nowhere, and hugging Ella from behind making her giggle, "Don't talk about your brother-in-law like that, Maxiepoo."

I sighed. "I see that even after two years have passed since we graduated you still haven't gotten rid of that despicable nickname."

"That's right, Maxiemania!" he said.

"You should call me Max. I am your older sister now," I said, a smirk on my face, as he gently placed butterfly kisses on her neck. Could they get any more lovey-dovey?

"Whatever, at least I'm the one who has Ella now," he said, sticking out his tongue at me childishly.

"Oh!" Ella suddenly exclaimed, standing up upright, crashing her shoulder into Iggy's chin. "I forgot to do something!" With that, she disappeared into the crowd, not even taking the time to apologize.

"Oww," Iggy whined, rubbing his chin, "My own wife just hit me."

"That's what you get for marrying my precious sister," I said, doing everything to keep myself from laughing since then I would probably somehow ruin this dress Ella gave me.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, after caressing his chin, "and speaking of Ella, where did she run off to now?"

As soon as he said that, we heard her voice boom over the crowd from the stage and we all turned towards her.

"Hi everybody!" she said sweetly, waving to the crowd. "How's everything so far?" Everyone cheered, and some grown-ups raised a glass of wine or fruit punch (yes, fruit punch) to her.

"Awesome! Well, first, I want to thank everyone for coming today to help celebrate our wedding! Second of all, since I'm the bride, I want all the ladies here in the crowd to come out to the front for the bouquet toss! Everyone else step back or die," she declared whipping out her bouquet from nowhere and pointing it at the crowd as if it were a weapon.

"Well," Iggy said, with a smirk. "That includes you, Maxiepoo. Go catch a husband!"

"Oh shut up," I said, but proceeded to the stage with the rest of the ladies, except I stood away from the rest, making sure that I would be trampled in the flurry since I treasure my face more than I care about flowers.

"Here I go!" Ella shouted, turning around and throwing it ambiguously into the crowd.

Shouts, squeals, and cries of "Stop messing up my hair!" filled the air, until finally someone's stood up, holding the bouquet.

Jeez, it's like suddenly every women in the world suddenly wanted to become a gardener, fighting for a measly bunch of really pretty flowers in a circle-y shape.

"I got it!" someone finally said, standing away from the defeated persons, victoriously holding the bouquet over her (or should I say his?) head.

After all, it was none other than the groom himself.

All of the ladies growled, and slowly started to zombie their way over to him. "Oh snap," he muttered, before he took off as fast as he could before he could get eaten alive.

"Get him!"

"Traitor!"

"Stupid groom!"

"Go die!"

"Helppppppppp—"

"Okay," I said with a sigh, making my over to Iggy and snatching the flowers out of his hands. "I think that's all the kids can handle right now."

Angel and Gazzy giggled from the dessert table (they refused to leave it; I gave them the job to snap at anybody who got close to the chocolate chip cookies and promised to let them come over later), camera flashes remembering every single moment Iggy made a fool out of himself.

All the women grumbled, but walked away in defeat, finally satisfied that at least a girl got the bouquet in the end.

'All that for this thing, huh?' I said, twirling it around. 'How dumb.'

After all, it would be forgotten by next week and its flowers would turn to dust.

Like anything else, it would eventually die.

It is the autumn of Iggy, J.J., and I's junior year in college.

Five years since Fang fell into a coma.

Four years since graduation.

Three years.

Two years.

One.

Iggy plans on becoming a doctor, J.J. is hoping to be a writer, and I have my sights set on business to inherit the family business, Nudge and Ella were now in their second year of college, both already planning on majoring in fashion designing. Angel was in 7th and Gazzy in 9th.

And then Fang.

FLASHBACK TO FIVE HOURS BEFORE THE WEDDING

Yes, I knew I was supposed to already be at the chapel, dressed up and helping my little sister prepare for her perfect wedding.

Was I there?

No.

Instead, I was in the hospital, asleep in one of those big armchairs that you find in a room, dreaming about a fabricated fairy tale where I was a princess, Fang was the prince, and everyone would always live happily ever after.

Not.

Well, it was about Fang and I, that's for sure. Just one thing: He was Sleeping Beauty and I was the Prince. Except my kiss wouldn't be waking up anybody. After all, this is reality isn't it?

I looked over to the hospital bed, and surely enough my "princess" lay asleep in a gown and a crown on his head.

His cheeks were pale, and his mouth was slightly parted like he was drinking from a straw. His hair was short at his shoulders (we manage to drag a haircutter inside every six months) and the casual beep of his heart rate monitor was the only sound in the room.

Great, no pink fairies and dragons anywhere to be seen or heard.

Well, at that moment anyway.

"Maxx~~" I heard Angel's voice call down the hall.

"MAX YOU STUPID BIG SISTER GET OUT RIGHT NOW!" Ella's voice roared as she stomped into the room, slamming the door open, startling some passerby.

See? A fairy and a dragon.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," I grumbled, picking up my purse and she seethed with anger.

Not until later would I realize how much I would regret doing that.

End Flashback

I sighed as I sat down at one of the tables, holding the bouquet and a glass of fruit punch in my hands. When was this thing going to be over?

From the corner of my eye I saw my dad walking towards me, his graying moustache kind of bouncing at each step.

"Max," he said. "I need to talk to you."

"Yeah, I got that down already. What do you want?" I said.

"Remember how I extended that period for you to get married?"

"Yeah. So?" I said, one of my eyebrows raised. Something was up.

"Well, that time is up."

Oh no.

"You're going to get married to Dylan in three weeks."

This can't be happening.

"We've already worked out all the details, and-"

That's it, I cracked.

"Wait one second," I said holding up my hands to pause him. "You're saying that I'm going to get married to that jerk?"

"That is correct."

"And you didn't tell me this until now."

"That is correct."

"And you already know that I love someone else."

"That is correct."

"I refuse."

Before he could process what I was saying, I was already walking away.

"Wait, Max-," he said.

"I don't care," I sang back.

"It's been so long since Fang's been awake!"

I ignored him and kept on walking away.

"Don't you care about the business? Your family?"

I tried to drive away the annoying noise away from my eyes. And don't get me wrong, I love my family. The business? After what its done to my life, not so much.

"This is for your own good!" he said, grabbing onto my shoulder.

I cracked.

I stopped, and turned my head halfway around, not bothering to look at my disgusting disgrace of a father.

"For my own good, you say?" I said coarsely. "Lies."

Brushing the hand off my shoulder, I started walking again.

"NOOOO MY MAXIEPOO-"

"We're leaving! Don't go off and become famous without us!" Ella said cheerfully, as she walked into the plane terminal, dragging Iggy behind by the collar.

I waved to Iggy and Ella who were on their way to their honeymoon in France for about two weeks. My parents really did plan this out didn't they? Just in time for the "wedding."

"Awwww… at least smile!" Nudge pouted, tugging at my shirt. "You're going to have a niece or nephew sooner or later! Probably sooner!"

"Whatever, as long as it doesn't inherit Iggy's personality, then I'm fine," I said, making sure that Ella was safe before walking away. "Angel, Gazzy, I'm leaving. And Nudge, if you want to go home, then you better hurry."

"Oh, c'mon, Max, I only applied a little make-up earlier. I didn't even add a lot of hairspray!" she said, trailing after me.

"Yeah," I grumbled, "You only used about half a can taming my mane."

"It's not my fault it just wasn't sticking!"

"…"

"Okay, but still!"

I sighed and glanced outside where a plane was taking off. It slowly went down the runway and traveled up into the sky, transforming into a speck against the blue.

"…hellooooo, Max? You're going to get pushed, you know." Nudge said, bringing me back to reality.

"Huh?" was my sophisticated reply.

"Jeez, you've just been staring outside. We're getting weird looks," she scolded, as Angel nodded in agreement.

"Oh… yeah…" I muttered dazedly, starting to head towards the exit.

"That's the baggage claim!"

And then started to head towards the real exit.

"That's the bathrooms!"

And then the real, real exit.

"That's the security place thing!" Nudge called, walking to me and dragging me by my hand towards the real, real, real exit and throwing me into the passenger seat once we reached the car. "Jeez, you're so weird sometime."

"I gue- wait why are you driving my baby?" I said, just realizing where I was sitting when I tried to put my keys in the ignition.

"Gurllll," she accused with an eyebrow raised and arms crossed as she stole my keys, "You're acting like a drunk trying to find his way out of an empty room. We're going to get pulled over if you drive."

I said nothing and just stared out the window, out at the clear sky, slowly turning from a deep, rich blue to the warm, dark colors of night.

Where are you Fang?

And that's a wrap for now! Whoa, I had to rewrite this chapter so many times just to make it sound a little less boring. Anyway, this story will be maybe 3-6 chapters long, depending on how far I want to dig into their lives. I promise that there will be Fax! Tell me what you think about the first chapter I've written in a while! R&R?