Okay so this is a small side story that I'm gonna write. (As if it's not obvious. Who else would write this crap? Lolz  )

Disclaimer: I do not own anything only Jamesy Pattyson does and my name is James Patterson so I obviously own nothing. Durrrrrr….. (jk for all you freaks who are about to kill me bleh u)

Max POV

I sat on the roof of Mom's house, watching as the sun appeared from behind the glistening mountains. (AN I have no idea whether or not Arizona [or is it Colorado. I'm confused and too lazy to get up and look] has mountains so get over it XD) I sighed and wished that someone, anyone would find me. Except Fang. And I'm guessing Gazzy and Iggy wouldn't be great helpers either. Nudge, not so much. Total, just forget it. Angel, possibly. But they were all asleep. And where was I? Oh yeah, thinking about how much I loovvee Fang. Like seriously. But the problem with this scenario is that he likes someone else. At school.

Her name is Shelagh Micheals. (pronounced Shay-la). She has tan skin and dark, black eyes. Her hair is soft and long and black and beautiful. And she's dating Fang.

What am I?

My name is Maximum Ride (a name I chose myself), I have regular, paleish (but still toned a bit) skin, brown eyes and my hair is dirty blonde, ratty and always looks like I have bedhead. And I'm not dating Fang. Plus the whole fact that I have wings and I've had a chance with Fang for the last fourteen (or so) years.

I sighed again, wondering what I would be like in an alternate universe. Would I be pretty, be dating Fang, be rich and popular, have everyone like me? Or would I be mean, have no friends and live in a trash?

I wish life would be simpler, at least for me.

I lay back, thinking about a life that would be perfect – for me, of course. I would have pretty skin, blonde hair, blue eyes (I've always wanted them), and I would be dating the boy of my dreams. And of course the wing thing.

I heard the person before I saw them. The roof creaked with their pressure. "Fang," I said, not having to guess. I just knew.

"You're up here, all alone," he observed.

"No freaking duh, Genius," I croaked. I didn't want to talk to him now.

"I'm sorry, Max but I couldn't exactly help but notice that you've been avoiding me," he said, probably the longest sentence he'd ever uttered.

"Yeah," I said, ashamed. I should've known that he'd notice.

"Why?" He questioned, pulling himself closer to me.

"Because Fang," I began, not sure if I could finish the sentence, "I like you. I'm just not sure how much yet."

It seemed like I'd caught him off guard. "R-r-really?" He stuttered.

"Yeah, Fang. I'm sorry if that interferes with you and Shelagh." Of course I wasn't sorry.

"Max," he said, quietly, "I like you too. I'm not sure how much, but I think I love you. Maybe."

That defiantly caught me off guard. "You love me? I thought that was my thing," I joked, nudging him. He didn't smile at all. In fact, his chiseled good looks store at me, harshly.

"No, Max. I've always loved you. I just never knew you loved me back," he said, "Until now."

"Oh, well okay then." And then I realized something. "I love you too, Fang." He looked like he was in a tiny state of shock, but he shook it off quickly.

And then he was looking at me and I was looking at him and we were looking at each other. He reached in to kiss me and I reached up to kiss him. Our lips met half way and his tongue flicked against my lips, asking permission to be let in. I granted admittance and we explored each other's mouths. Then, subtly, his hands slid up my shirt. I tangled my hands in his hair and he moaned.

He started kissing up my jawline, stopping at the top of it. I moaned, too. He smiled, a bit. He took off my shirt, showing my pink bra. He laughed a bit and then started kissing my lips again. He then started working his way down to my breasts with butterfly kisses. He kept my bra hooked, knowing that I'd want to keep it private out on the roof. I silently thanked him.

He kissed the tops of both my bosoms before taking off his own shirt. He had rock hard abs and nice pecs, I mused. I kissed his shoulder than bit into it, playfully. He smiled, kissing my head.

And then we heard my Mom's alarm clock and we knew we had to get away from here, soon! I grabbed my shirt and kissed Fang again, pressing my body to his. I grabbed his back and squeezed us together with all my force. "Good morning, Fang," I said, before jumping into my window and running back to bed. I got in just in time. Mom opened the door just as I got settled.

"Good morning, Max," she said, smiling.

So, you like? It's a new idea. You'll see.

~Hayley aka Mrs. (insert boy of choice's name here)