CHAPTER 1:

Hey you guys(: This is my first story and this first chapter is going to be pretty short. Since I'm kind of new at this, I would love for you guys to comment for me and tell me things I could fix. So basically the story is about Max finding a boy who has run away from home in her house. She decides to help him with his problems while dealing with her own problems. From there they just get attached. They do as little Fax's do and fall in love(: So read on and review? (you know you want to ;) )

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. If I did, I would have killed Dylan in the first couple of chapters of Fang(:

Max POV

"Goodnight, Mom," I said and pecked her on the cheek. I cleared my dishes from dinner and ran upstairs to my room. I was exhausted, I'd been out all day with my mom and sister, Ella. They wanted to go shopping. Ugh. I got to my room and turned on my music. I heard the start of Misery Business by Paramore. God, I love this song. I started singing and dancing while looking in my dresser for shorts to wear to bed. I picked a pair and I heard something coming from my closet.

I walked slowly up to it, grabbing my baseball bat on the way. I noticed it was open about 2 inches but I knew I closed it this morning. Oh my god, what if someones in there? I reached my hand out to the handle and- before I knew it, a hand shot out and covered my mouth. I screamed and swung the bat at whoever was covering my mouth.

"Shh," he shushed me, "I'm not going to hurt you, shh." I calmed down slightly and opened my eyes to look at him fully. Wow, he's gorgeous. Long black hair, onyx eyes, olive skin, and tall. Taller than me even, which is an accomplishment in itself seeing as I was 5'8.
I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard a bang and realized I dropped the bat. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?" He quickly shushed me and gestured for me to sit down. "I will not sit down! This is my house, you sit down! Actually, don't sit down because, like I said, this is my house and I don't even know who the hell you are!"

My voice had raised quite a bit at the end and my mom shouted up the stairs, "Max, are you okay?"

I replied, watching the strange man in my room, "Yeah, Mom, I'm fine." Upon further examination I realized this man is actually a teenager! About my age and was covered in filth, head to toe. "Are you even going to explain why you're here or should I call the police? Or maybe I should bash your head in with my baseball bat?" He shook his head and sat down on my bed. I narrowed my eyes at him but followed. He opened his mouth to speak but I quickly interrupted. "How long were you in there?"

"A few minutes, I guess," he told me.

"Okay, now why were you in there? Scratch that, how'd you get into my house?"

"Your window was unlocked and there's a tree just outside," he said, as though it wasn't weird at all to crawl inside some girl's room at 9 at night.

"Alright, now why were you in there," I asked him, very curious as to what the story was.

"I ran away from home a couple weeks ago and earlier today I got hurt. I realized it was pretty serious, so I decided to break in to clean and fix it. I didn't really get the chance, though," he told me. I looked down at his side to see his shirt was wet and his hand was covered in blood.

My eyes widened and I cursed. He might have broken into my house, but hello? He's bleeding! Jeez, what the hell happened? I grabbed his hand and pulled him into my bathroom. "My mom's a vet," I said. "Let me get her stuff and I'll fix that. Okay?" I told him to sit on the counter and to NOT move. I returned quickly and saw he had his shirt off. It took all my willpower not to stare. I glanced down at his side and couldn't believe how much blood there was. I grabbed a towel and ran it under the faucet. Dabbing and rubbing the blood off with it, I asked how he got the huge cut in his side.

"Well," he said, "this man walked up to me and told me to give him all my money. I told him the truth, I didn't have any. He didn't believe me- Ow, shit."

"Sorry," I told him.

He nodded and continued, "He stabbed me in the side, took all my stuff, and ran." He stopped here and hissed in pain, quietly. "I don't have anything except a small bag I kept in the alley I was sleeping in," he finished his story. I got out a needle and started stitching his side up.

"Are you okay," I asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, most people would freak out if I tried to give them stitches."

"Well," he told me quietly, " I don't really have a choice, do I?" I looked up from his side and into his eyes. He looked tired and weary.
I finished off his stitches and wrapped his side while arguing with myself.

"He needs a place to sleep," I told myself. "You don't know him, what if he's dangerous?" "But he's hurt, alone, and has no where to go," I reasoned to myself. "He could kill you in your sleep." "Infection, starvation, or a something else could kill him I'm his sleep," I thought to myself. I sighed and dragged him into my room.

"What's in your bag," I asked him.

"Um, a toothbrush, some clothes, pajamas, so-"

"Perfect," I cut him off, "go get changed in my bathroom."

"What," he questioned.

"Get changed for bed. You didn't actually think I would make you leave, did you?" He watched me for a moment before grabbing his bag and walking back into my bathroom to change. "And hey," I said," feel free to shower. You smell. Just watch the stitches." A couple minutes later I heard the shower water turn on and decided to put on my shorts and an oversized t-shirt for bed. A minute later, the boy walked in in only blue plaid pajama bottoms with soaking wet hair. God, he is so attractive! I mean look at him. I'm so glad he broke into my house. Wait, what? Ugh, forget I said that. I threw a pillow and a couple blankets at him and he barely caught them before they hit him. He smiled a tiny, grateful smile and situated himself on the floor next to my bed.

"Thank you," he told me quietly.

"Goodnight," I told him and rolled over to turn out the light. As I lay in bed something occurred to me. "Hey, what's your name?"

"Fang," he told me.

"Mine's Max," I said.

"Max? I like it," he said. I closed my eyes and waited or sleep to come. It didn't. Instead, "Max? "

"Yes, Fang?"

"Your shampoo smells really girly," he told me very seriously. I uncharacteristically giggled and drifted

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