Hi. This is, unfortunately, actually inspired by a chain email (I know, I hate them too). But I thought it was really cute. Fang and Max both have normal lives. OK, enough rambling.
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride.
"Hey, Fang!" Max exclaimed, punching my arm. "Head in the clouds again?"
I shrugged, and glanced at my best friend. I loved the way her hair tumbled down her shoulders and those deep brown eyes. I wanted her to just be mine.
She asked me for the notes she'd missed the day before. I held out my notebook and let her copy. "Thanks," she said, giving me a warm smile.
I wanted to tell her. I needed her to know that I wanted to be more than "just friends." I love her, but I was just too shy to tell her.
I darted out of my bedroom and caught the ringing phone. "Hello?"
"Fang," someone sobbed. It was Max.
She mumbled about how her love had broken her heart, and asked me to come over to her house 'cause she didn't want to be alone. I wanted to go punch that person who'd broken her heart.
I left my house and ran until I reached her house. Walking in, I saw her on the couch and sat next to her. I didn't speak. I didn't want to disturb the silence.
After a movie and three bags of chips, she said, "Thanks. I want to go to sleep now." I stared into her soft eyes. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to know that I love her.
Max walked up towards my locker. "My date for the prom is sick," she said. "He's not going to come."
We made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we'd go together as friends. And on the night, neither of us did. So we went together.
After the prom, standing in front of her doorstep, I stared at Max. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't think of me like that. I knew it. She said, "I had the best time, Fang. Thanks!" She smiled at me, before walking through her front door.
I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know I didn't want to be "just friends." But I was just too shy.
A day passed. Then a week, and then a month. Suddenly, it was graduation day. I watched Max float up, like an angel, to get her diploma.
Afterwards, before everyone went home, she came down to see me in her smock and hat. "Congrats!" she said, smiling. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't think of me like that.
I sat in a pew of a church -- a church Max was getting married in. I watched her say, "I do," her face beaming with love. I watched her drive of to a new life, married to another man. But before she drove away, she saw me and said, "You came! Thanks!"
I watched her leave me. I needed to tell her that I wanted to be more than "just friends." But I was just too shy.
I looked down at the coffin of a girl who was my best friend. At the service, they read a diary entry she'd written in her high school years:
"I stare at him, wishing he was mine. But he doesn't like me like that, and I know it. I want him to know that I don't want to be "just friends." I love him, and I want to tell him, but I'm just too shy. I love you, Fang. I wish you could tell me you love me."
I wish I did too.
Sorry if it was kinds boring. And sorry there was no kissing, blah blah blah. But tell me what you think!!
