GREAT IDEA! IT'S GRRR-EAT! (lol, FROSTED FLAKES!) ok, just read the dang story. It's about Maximum 'Charging Off' Ride (haha, GO TOTAL!), no freaking duh. ENJOY!

Disclaimer- I don't own it. I just don't.

I wiggle around in my tight, long dress, which looks completely wrong on me. I close my eyes, and grip the small bouquet of white roses in my hands. I open one eye and look at Nudge and Ella, dark purple dresses looking awesome on them, who are in front of me. They give thumbs up as the music starts.
"Back to the streets were we began." I sing to myself. What, were you expecting The Wedding March? Oh, please.
"Feeling as good as lovers can, you know." Nope, Panic! At the Disco all the way.
"Yeah, we're feeling so good." Dylan and I had chosen this song, both of us. Well, Dylan was going to say yes to anything, even La Coo-coo Ratcha.
But I never told him the real reason I chose it.
It reminded me of Fang.
Just 21 years ago, Fang left.
Just one year ago, I went to that cave.
He wasn't there.
So, I finally answered Dylan's plea of marriage.
And here we are today. Gettin' married.
Goin' to the chapel, and we're… gonna get mar-ar-aried… going to the chapel of love…
Ok, what's with me and these songs today?
I flap my wings slightly, and I lift off the ground a half inch. I open my eyes all the way, and look ahead. Nudge had already gone, and Ella's next. Both my maids of honor. Angel left a while back, so she's not here. It's okay, though. She was really scaring me. Plus, now she can be her own flock leader…
Just like Fang.
I shake my head, trying to get that thought out. No, I was marrying Dylan for a reason today. That no good, selfish, leaving, ex-boyfriend, ex-best friend jerk left us, and I got over it.
Or did you? The Voice chimes.
Shut up! I think, and stare at my feet, making sure that you can't see my dirt-encrusted feet out of my sandals, which, in case you were wondering, hurt like heck. I spot by my foot a tiny feather. A black one, to be exact. I bend over and pick it up, and it instantly makes me think of Fang. Ugh, I really shouldn't think about him. This is my day, and I'll spend it right. Not the wrong way. Like thinking about that little rhymes-with-witch.
I look ahead, and it's just about my turn to go. I close my eyes tightly, and tap my foot. Finally, I take a step forward, and again, and again. Before I knew it, I was half way down the aisle. A flashback flashes in my mind.

Flashback

Fourteen-year-old Max and Fang were sitting up in a tree in silence. Suddenly, a loud song comes on from concert not too far away.
"Back to the street where we began…" Fang sings under his breath.
Max looks over at him and starts to laugh.
"What?!" he questions, accusingly.
"You-Fang," She explains through chortles of laughter. "Singing!"
"I just happen to know the song, that's all."
"But still. You have never, ever, ever sung before."
"People change."
She leans back on the tree with a grin on her face, and reminds herself how she should memorize the song.

End Flashback

That was fun. I spot Phoebe and Wesley out of the corner of my eye, grayish brown wings ruffled. I smirk at them and go on to my husband-to-be. He looks awesome in his grey suit.
See, I told you he was perfect for you. He Voice chimes in the back of my head.
Maybe you were right, I think back.
I had a terrible thought about Fang dramatically dying, all of a sudden. I start freaking out a bit and try to think about something else. Like maybe about Phoebe and Wesley's story.

Another Flashback

"Come on, Max." Dylan pleads. "He's not coming back, face it."
"Dylan…" Max starts.
"Please." He looks at her with sad eyes. "You know things have changed."
"Dylan." She finally says firmly.
"Just for tonight."
Max looks at him, and closes her eyes. "Fine."
"Thank you, so, so, so much. I promise it'll be fun." He reassures.

Different Flashback

"Just one drink, man." A random guy slurs, holding out a beer for Max to try.
"No. Way."
"Come on."
"Nope. No. Freaking. Way."
"Come—"
She sighs. "Fine."
"Let's go, Max." Dylan says, speech slightly slurred, holding his now girlfriend's hand, leading her to a room.
"O-kay…"

Later...

"Dylan," Max starts, coming into Dylan's room, fiddling with her t-shirt.
"Yeah?" he asks, looking away from the television.
"Well…"
"What?"
"I'm pregnant."

Nine months later…
"Dylan!" Max screeches, grabbing her boyfriend by the collar. "I'm-going-to-KE-ILL YOU!"
"That's cool, Max."
"You did this to me! Made me give birth to TWINS!" she sobs "IT'S YOUR ENTIRE FAULT!"
"I know, Max."
"GAH!" she covers her face with her hands, mumbling "your… fault…."

Four years later…
Max marks down another day on her calendar, and grins. One more month…
"Mommy?" her daughter asks, tugging on her t-shirt.
"Yeah, Phe?"
"What are you so happy about?"
The question caught her off guard, and she opens her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She quickly closes it again, sits down on the floor, and pulls her daughter on her lap.
"Honey…" she starts, and then sighs. "A long time ago, I met this guy. His name was Fang."
"Like Wesley's middle name!"
Max grins at the thought. "Yep, exactly like Wesley's middle name. Well, anyway, me and this guy became best friends. And then…" her voice trails off, and her eyes burn with tears.
"What, mommy?"
"Ya know?" Max says, looking her daughter in the eyes. "I'll tell you when you're older."
"But mo-mmy!" her daughter whines.
Max puts her finger on Phoebe's lips. "Later. When you're older."

End Flashback

I step up to Dylan and I see a flash of- well, I'm not really sure what it was- in his eyes. He grins, and I do to, half-heartily.
The random guy we chose (what? We couldn't find a priest.) Started the vows or whatever. But I wasn't listening.
"Max." Dylan whispers.

"Huh?"

"Do you want to marry me or not?"
"What?" I look over at the priest.
"I do?" he asks me. I finally get it.
"Oh. Yeah, I do. Totally."
"Woo!" Nudge yells, waving her hands in the air.
"Shut. Up." I growl through gritted teeth.
"You may now kiss the bride."
Well, I know you think what you think happens. We kiss, and we're happy with our two kids and one dog (Charlie, he'll be in the story later.) for forever. And life rocks, and I forget about Fang.
Boy, you're wrong.
Well, we do kiss. That happens, off course. And I was so close to doing the last part. But no, of course, since it's my life, things will just have to get screwed up.
We go to the dining room and Dylan and I sit down at the bride and groom table.
"So…" he starts.

"Yeah…"

"We're married."
"Really?" I ask sarcastically.
He chuckles. 'Yep, pretty much."
"So…" I start, but I'm interrupted by a voice.
"Would you like some wine?" the voice asks, and before I can look up, The Voice (in my head, stupid) chimes in.
Guess who?
I look up and I see the most freaking surprising thing ever.
He had longish black hair, a black waiter's suit, and really, really, really dark eyes.
It was Fang.

DUH DUH DUH DUH DUUUUH! CLIFFY! WOO! THEY MAKE ME FEEL EVIL! R&R PLEASE!

Posted by Animals Of The Night