Hello people who read maximum ride fics by unemployed writers,

Welcome to which could be the Best... or the worst of stories.

Probably the worst.

Actually, that makes me feel depressed.

Let's just say average.

Hmmm.

Any who, I hope you enjoy this story.

And I mean enjoy.

Like seriously.

:)

Dear Diary,

Well hello once again for my 23rd attempt to write a sentence in this stupid journal. Yes that's right, I called you stupid. Because really, you are. This is just some sick way to make me

write my deepest thoughts...and then come to school the next day finding that the entire year knew I had a crush on James Macintyre.

Yeah, it happened. And I haven't written in anything like this for 6 years. 6 whole years because of you. But now, I am once again forced to write on your stupid pages by my shrink. Yes I have a shrink. And why do I have a shrink?

"Good morning Max. Your looking beautiful as always." My eyes flew off the page I was currently glaring at to gaze on an even more annoying thing in my life. The seventeen year old boy

was lying on my bed smirking at me as he took in my reaction, which by the way was not amused, more like... Pure hatred.

Right about now you are probably thinking 'How are you not getting in trouble by your parents for having a boy lounging around constantly in your room?' Well that question can be answered simply.

"And your looking as dead as always." I said sweetly before swivelling around in my chair to continue writing.

If you hadn't already picked it up by my wonderful comeback, the seventeen year old whose entire life consists of annoying me until I feel like screaming is indeed dead.

As in no longer living.

As in he is buried in the ground somewhere.

Hopefully being eaten by bugs.

But that is not the worst part.

I can see him, I can talk to him, and I can feel him.

Okay that last part sounded really quite sexual so in other words, if I touch his arm I can feel it. Not like that stereo type ghost where your hand will go all the way through his body if you try to touch them. That is utter bull shit.

So to sum it all up I can see ghosts.

Especially this one in particular since he never leaves my sight.

Although I have to admit I am thankful that I am stuck with a pretty cute ghost, seeing as I am forced to look at him every day. I think he has got this bad ass boy look going on, which works perfectly for him I must say. Now, I don't know if it's the name 'Fang' or how his

dark hair covers half of his face, just barely allowing me to see his eyes which are so black they look almost like charcoal. Or maybe it's because he wears black all the time? I don't think I

have ever seen him wear any other colours. Oh, and he has really, and I mean REALLY good abs. And I would just like to point out that I only know that because I accidently walked in on

him getting changed. I didn't like sit outside on a tree with binoculars watching him. Ha, that was a good day.

"Your thinking about that day you saw me shirtless aren't you?" his deep voice shook me away from my thoughts. I looked at him and cocked my head to the side, putting on an innocent expression.

"And why would I waste my thoughts thinking about you?"

I watched as he got up off the bed and made his way towards me, taking long graceful steps. He bent down to my height and looked me straight in the eyes. Oh god, he was doing that

eye smothering thing again. Don't make direct eye contact. Just look away.

"Because you liked what you saw." He grinned evilly as he brushed a strand of hair away from my eyes.

Oh, I see how it is.

Well two can play at that game.

I put on a flirtatious smile and slowly traced my fingers up and down his left arm. His eyes widened slightly as he watched my hands move swiftly up his arms to land softly on his chest. He swallowed loudly, obviously

being caught off guard. I bit my lip to keep a fit of laughter escaping as his face scrunched up into a confused expression. I drew my face closer to his so we were almost touching. I closed
my eyes slowly, making sure I could see him doing the same. And just like any other hormonal teenager, he fell for it.

"Don't flatter yourself." I shoved him hard with my hands and watched him stumble back, trying to regain his balance. I laughed lightly and turned back towards my journal.

"That was so not fair." He complained as he walked back towards my bed, taking his normal position and the window. I looked at him and rolled my eyes.

"Yeah well, neither was getting stuck with you but you don't see me complaining." I walked over to my bedside table and grabbed my phone and iPod and stuffed them into my bag.

"Yes you do, you complain to me every morning about how you wish I would go back to my grave and repeatedly hit myself with a shovel until I die for the second time." He accused me as he reached over to gain contact of my journal. I grabbed it off the desk and glared at him.

"Really did I say that?" I put on an apologetic tone and softened my facial features.

"Yes you really did." he said sadly. I sighed deeply and sat down next to him on my bed. I grabbed his hand and held it in both of mine; ignoring the icy coldness he was giving.

"I'm sorry, I don't really mean the words of hatred I throw at you. Most of the time." I was surprised at how sincere that came out. Maybe I don't hate him so much after all.

"I know you don't mean them. I get it, Max. That it is just your way of showing how much you're attracted to me." he said smiling brightly at me. I dropped his hand and jumped off the bed.

"And the moment is officially over. Good Job Fang." I picked up my bag and headed towards the door. Twisting the handle, I turned back towards fang and glared at him.

"Just for the record, I don't fall in love with deceased people." I pulled open the door and shut it softly, secretly praying he would just stay there and leave me alone.

"Looks like that's about to change Max."

So tell me what you think.

Do I bother going on with it or should it perish and die?

It's your decision.

Maddie