So my friend and I talked about how funny it would be if we put all these clichés together in one story… and here we are! Each chapter is a different story and cliché. But each chapter has romance and a ton of Fax! Of course, it pained me to write most of this because I can't even stand to watch people kissing in movies (I cover my eyes until my friends say that it's done…. I covered my eyes in Breaking Dawn for most of the movie). My friend helped me write the make-out part cause I couldn't do it! So, yeah. Read and review please!

Me no owny Maximum Ride.

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I shivered and clutched onto my jacket harder as I felt a strong breeze pass by. The sun was almost fully set as I walked along the sidewalk.

I had just finished my night shift as a waitress and was walking home to my simple and small apartment. My parents weren't able to afford college for me, so right after graduation, I started my job as a simple waitress with a minimum wage. It wasn't the life I had envisioned for myself to live, but at least I had a manageable home and loving parents.

I'm so foolish, I thought to myself. It was the middle of November in Manhattan, and yet I chose to wear the lightest jacket in my closet.

Passing by the tall skyscrapers, I noticed all the energy and movement around me. After living here my whole life, you would think I got tired of all the excitement and liveliness of just being in the city. But I just loved it here, no explanation needed.

As I turned the corner onto a narrow and almost deserted road, I saw a man with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. I didn't want him to notice me, so I put my head down and tried to walk by quickly.

Not sparing him another glance, I almost passed him when he took a step in front of me and faced me, forcing me to stop. He had a smirk on his face with an evil glint in his eye. He looked me up and down, not even bothering to try and hide it.

"Hey, baby. You're lookin' a bit chilly," said the guy. "I can make you warm." He had dark blonde hair and blue eyes that would have been pretty except for the obvious glint of cockiness showing through.

"No, thanks. I need to get home." Tightening the strap of my bag on my shoulder, I tried to step around him when he grabbed my arm strongly and wrenched me back.

"Aw, sweetie. You know you wanna come with me. I can take good care of you for the night." I shivered at his response. He took that as a good sign and grinned, spitting his cigarette on the floor and taking a step closer to me.

I tried to tear my arm away from his hold but he wouldn't budge. "Let me go," I said through my teeth.

"Or what?" he replied calmly with an air of cockiness.

"I'll scream as loud as I can. Someone would be able to help me and stop you or call the police." All I wanted to do was get away from this man. I didn't know what exactly he wanted with me, but I had an idea.

"No need for that, baby." With that, he clamped his other hand over my mouth and kept his other hand firmly gripping my arm as he pulled me into the side alley. He shoved my back against the wall and crashed his lips onto mine while his two hands clamped my sides.

The wall was scraping my back and his hands were gripping my arms so hard I felt they were going to snap in half. I could taste the alcohol on his tongue as he forcibly opened my mouth with his and grazed my tongue with his.

I felt like gagging, he tasted so disgusting. I tried struggling against his grasp, but it was of no use. He wouldn't let go. He pressed his body even more into mine, leaving no inch of space between us.

A thought came to my head; as soon as his tongue came fully into my mouth again, I bit down on it as hard as I could. He yelped and pulled his head back, allowing me to breathe fully again.

He lifted a finger to his tongue and saw some blood when he pulled his finger back from his mouth. He lifted his eyes to fully glare at me.

I tried to run away but his other hand grasped my arm again and pushed me even harder into the wall. A great shot of pain shot up my back and I winced.

"You're going to pay for that, you bitch." He pulled his arm back and punched me square in the face. The force of impact caught me off guard and I fell to the ground, landing roughly on the uneven pavement.

He picked me up under my armpits and grasped my neck with one of his hands, the other securing my waist. The lack of air started to make me dizzy and my head hurt. I struggled against him, but to no avail.

"Pl- pl – please," I gasped out. "Pl – pl –pl – please st- stop." I closed my eyes, wishing for the pain to go away.

Suddenly the lock on my neck and arm was gone, and I fell to the ground gasping for air. I looked up to see a dark figure just beating the crap out of my abuser. With one final punch, my abuser fell to the ground unconscious.

The dark figure slowly approached me, but I wasn't able to fully see his face due to the darkness. I was afraid he was going to hurt me too, so I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my face with my hands, just waiting to feel more pain.

"Please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me," I mumbled. I felt strong hands pry my hands away from my face and I flinched.

The stranger dropped his or her hands. "I promise I'm not going to hurt you," the voice said; his voice said.

I dared to open my eyes, and saw the mystery man crouching in front of me with a worried expression etched onto his face. Up close, I was able to see him more clearly. He had shaggy black hair and dark, dark eyes that seemed as if they were looking into my soul. They were almost black. He had flawless, tan skin. With a well-defined face and full lips, he appeared to me like an angel. I was mesmerized.

"I - uh – I, well, thank you for saving me," was all I could get out. I instantly felt shy, not knowing what to say in front of this devilishly handsome young man.

"No problem, of course. Where are you hurt? Where did he touch you?" He scanned my face and I knew he noticed where I had been punched. Looking down, he saw the red handprints on my arms and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I – look –I'm fine, really. Just a little shaken up. I should probably get home now. Thank you for saving me." I started to get up, although all I really wanted to do was stay and run my fingers through he beautiful, shaggy hair.

When I stood up, I instantly saw the world move by me until I was caught by warm and firm arms. I looked up and fought a blush as I noticed the small proximity between my face and his. With one hand firmly on my back, he rested his other hand below my knees and gently scooped me up. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, afraid to fall.

"Oh, uh, this isn't necessary. I think I can walk now," even though the inside of me wanted to stay in his safe arms forever and snuggle up closer to his well-defined chest.

He smirked at me, not like the evil smirk of that other guy, and my stomach did little flips. "I think this is necessary, and I don't think you can walk now due to the state of the walking you clearly portrayed for me. Now, don't argue and tell me where you live so that I can take you home."

"How do I know you're not just some creep who's just going to take advantage of me when we get to my home?"

He smirked his dazzling smirk once again at me, and I instantly melted. "How do you know I'm already not taking advantage of you?" But I could see clearly in his eyes that he was just playing.

I rolled my eyes and smiled. I told him my address, which was just right down the street, and he started walking. "Oh, please, somebody help me from this horrible man!" I mimicked with a taunting voice.

"Don't you mean absolutely gorgeous and amazingly horrible man? I help you out, and all you do to repay me is not put a good adjective in front of 'horrible'. Really, I'm offended now."

"The truth shouldn't hurt too much, right? Just accept it and grow up." I smiled. We bantered all the way until we got to the front of my apartment door.

"Okay. Since we're here, you can really put me down. No excuse now to keep groping me." I was finally let down onto my feet, although he used his hands on either side of my waist to settle me in case I would fall again, which I proudly did not.

I fished the key to my apartment out of my purse and shoved it into the lock and turned it to the right. The door creaked as I pushed it open. I walked in and turned on the lights.

"Well, you are going to invite me in, are you not?" He leaned against the doorway with his hands in the pockets of jeans. I had almost forgotten he was there. I looked to him and saw him watching me with a slight quirk of his lips.

"Why would I invite you in if I don't even know your name and you, mine?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips and giving him a smirk of my own.

He stood up fully and sauntered over to me. He then bent down with one knee on the floor and looked up at me from under his eyelashes. Oh, those eyes. I could stare into them all day. When I looked into them, everything around me seemed to disappear.

He took my right hand and placed it softly on his lips, before letting go and looking up at me again. His face was serious, though I could see a slight tease. "It is a pleasure to meet you, madam. The name to which I call myself is Fang Westly, but please just call me Fang."

I giggled and curtsied. "The pleasure is all mine, Sir Fang. I call myself Maximum Martinez, but please just call me Max."

Fang stood up and smiled at me, not just a smirk. It was the whitest and most beautiful smile I had ever seen. At that moment, I could no longer decide which I preferred: his eyes or his smile. My heart sped up noticeably and I tried to slow my breathing. I had just met him! Why was I feeling like this?

"Hmm, Max. Interesting name. That seems to suit you, though." He then took a step away to get a view on my small apartment, not that there was much to look at. I blushed at his statement, glad his focus wasn't on me.

I looked over at my apartment, trying to see it in his eyes, and suddenly I felt a little ashamed of it. What if this didn't meet up to his standards? What if he didn't want to stay any longer because of my weak financial support? I tried to cover up my discomfort with a joke. "Well, welcome to the best Manhattan offers. If it's too overwhelming, we could step outside if you want to."

Fang looked back over at me and did yet another one of those smirks. "I think I can handle it. After all, I do live just next door."

"You - wait – what? You've lived next door to me this whole time and I've never even seen you once?"

"Don't tell anyone, but I'm a vampire. I only come out at night and I prey on young women like yourself. I don't sparkle in the sunlight, though. Sorry to disappoint."

I shook my head and smacked him lightly on his bicep. But hot damn. This boy's got some muscles. Now, if there were any way to innocently ask him to take his shirt off inconspicuously… ?

"I'm assuming you can't read minds, either? Damn it. All of my hopes and dreams are crushed. Crushed, I tell you!" I smiled up at him, feeling at ease.

"Well, not all of those dreams…" Fang said seductively, his fingers trailing lightly down my arm. I smacked his arm again, but secretly wishing he would do that again. I could still feel the heat of where his fingers had been on my arm. "Anyway, though, I need to check and see how serious your injuries are," Fang said, his voice more serious.

I rolled my eyes at his over-caring. "I'm fine, alright? He didn't really do anything."

Fang's eyes darkened slightly and he help up my arm to the light, tracing over the marks of red. "He didn't really do anything? Doesn't look like it to me." On my face he traced over where I had been punched and I winced slightly. Luckily I didn't bleed too much from the punch, but it still hurt like heck. He noticed the wince and searched my eyes.

"I'm fine, really. Only one punch. Sure, he grabbed my neck too but only for like five seconds." I tried to brush it off, not wanting Fang to get upset. Although why he would get upset, I didn't know, since I hardly even knew him.

"Take this seriously, Max. He was choking you for much more than five seconds. What would have happened if I had not come when I did?" His voice was laced with seriousness and concern, as he brushed his fingers over my neck now. I inwardly moaned at his touch, wanting him to explore more, feel more. I wanted to the feel of him so bad. I wanted him to hold me tightly in his arms and never let go.

I took his hand from my neck and pulled it down to his side, but not letting go. I rubbed my thumb over his knuckles. "I'll be okay, Fang. I promise. These marks will be gone in a day or two and I won't feel any of it anymore. It's not like he stabbed me or anything."

"But, he could have… " Fang let his voice drift off as he looked down at our hands. Slowly he released his hand from mine, only to bring it back and intertwine our fingers.

"Shh, " I whispered, putting my finger over his lips. I usually wouldn't be this daring with a guy, but with Fang, it felt like a natural instinct. "But he didn't. I'm fine. I'm okay. Please stop worrying."

He sighed, and I dropped my finger to my side only to have him grab it softly with his free hand and intertwine those fingers together. "You know, I've actually known who you are for a while. I've seen you enter and leave your apartment every day from my apartment."

"Stop, and please realize how creepy that sounded."

"… Yes, that did sound a bit creepy, didn't it? You know what I meant. I've just seen you around… a lot… okay, let's please just start a new conversation."

I laughed and when I looked at Fang again, he was just watching me. Suddenly, I felt self-conscious. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I turned away, my cheeks blushing for what felt like the fiftieth time that night.

His soft but strong hands grabbed both of my cheeks and moved my face up until I had to look right at him. He sighed and smiled warmly. "Nothing. I just love hearing you laugh." Right then and there, I felt like putty in his hands. How could he make me feel like this? Was I doing the same thing to him? How did he seem so unaffected?

"Stop doing that."

"Stop doing what?" he asked. I could feel his breath fanning over my face. Suddenly, I felt too close and I was overly conscious of his hands on my face. I probably resembled a tomato or something close to that at this point.

"Doing…. that."

He laughed. "I can't really stop doing that if I don't know what that is."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then opened my eyes. I tried to calm myself in front of him. "You're making me feel all giddy and stuff on the inside, and I don't like it."

He slightly frowned but still kept ahold of my face. "And why don't you like it?" he asked.

How was I supposed to answer that? Tell him how I felt shivers – the good kind – every time he touched me? That I blushed every time he smiled or even looked at me? That just the feel of him with me sent pleasure coursing though me? (minds out of the gutter, you dirty-minded people).

I sighed and looked down. "I don't know… you make me feel so… so…." I didn't get to finish because suddenly his lips were on mine. A spark of electricity went through my whole body and I tried to hold back a moan. It was a soft kiss, hardly any pressure, but I still felt like I could die right there and then.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew myself closer to him, trying to feel as much of him as I could. Fang let go of my cheeks and wrapped his arms around my waist and back, pulling me flat against him.

All I could feel and sense was Fang. The way he held me close to himself. The way I held him close to myself. I felt unbelievable happiness and joy. Why was he coming into my life just now? I thought to myself.

Suddenly, the kiss grew in passion and lust as we both pressed our lips harder against each other's, our hands holding each other's tighter than before. Even though I had just met him not even thirty minutes ago, I feel like I've known him my whole life. (OH MY GOSH THIS IS PAINFUL TO WRITE. KILL ME PLEASE)

Suddenly I felt Fang's hands grip my waist even harder. He picked me up as if I weighed nothing and set me on the counter of the kitchen, still maintaining lip contact. He came up between my legs and I wrapped them around his waist. I closed my eyes in bliss, moaning at the feel of his lips against mine. I felt his tongue softly glide over my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I opened my mouth and felt his tongue slip inside, tasting every part of my mouth that he could.

By this point, I had lost all ability of thinking rationally. I slowly moved my hands under his shirt, feeling his toned abs. After a minute or two of this, I pulled back, but not because I wanted to stop. I found myself staring into the darkest eyes I had ever seen. They were nearly black. At that moment, I would have gladly given anything in the world just for this moment to last forever. Fang started leaving small kisses along my jaw and neck.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, giving him more access to my neck. "Fang," I whispered. I involuntarily let out a moan as his lips nipped at a sensitive part of my neck.

"Hmmm?" was his only response as he still caressed my neck.

"Let's go back to my room. There aren't any windows and it feels more private."

Fang leaned back and looked at me. He had a certain emotion swirling in his eyes that I hadn't see before. Was it lust? ….. Love? He nodded and picked me up with my legs still wrapped around his waist. He leaned back in and kissed me as he came to the door of my room and managed to open it. He walked in and closed the door with his foot.

He came to my bed and set me down, breaking our kiss. He sat on the bed next to me, but close enough for our legs to be touching. An idea came to mind that made me mentally sigh with happiness.

"Fang, you know what I really want you to do?"

Fang raised an eyebrow and shrugged. I smiled, and started to slowly take my shirt off….

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"Oh God, Fang, that feels so good! Don't stop!"

Fang smirked from behind me. He continued working his magic and all I felt was pure pleasure swarm through my body. I closed my eyes, taking in the relieving feeling of Fang on me. He suddenly hit a sensitive spot and my eyes snapped open.

"Fa-ang! I'm ticklish there! Do it higher up."

"What's the magic word, your highness?"

"Now?"

Fang laughed. "That can work too." Fang went higher and after a few minutes, the bliss had fully satisfied me.

"Alright, Fang. You can stop now." Fang scooted up next to me on the edge of the bed and I leaned my head on his shoulder. "You give the best massages, Fang. Ah, that felt soooo good." I reached down and retrieved my shirt from the floor. Fang had given me a back massage after I took my shirt off, leaving me in my sports bra, and practically begged him on my knees. I took the shirt off so that I'd be able to feel the massage better.

"If that felt good, I could give you something that would feel three times as good." He smirked at me and wiggled his eyebrows. I gasped and whacked him on the head.

"Not cool, Fang! Maybe in your dreams."

He rubbed his hand over his head. "My wet dreams, perhaps… ?"

Let's just say he'd have a big headache in the morning.

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Ha, I bet you guys thought it was a sex scene! Suckers! xD

If you guys have any chapter ideas or clichés I could use, tell me! So, yeah, any thoughts?

~aalaal