This is my first Maximum Ride fan fic. BTW, if any of yall have read The Hunger Games, and Catching Fire, you need to read The war of Snow.
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Chapter one: First sighting
20 years later
I sat on a rock, just outside the cave. My eyes kept scanning the sky. What if Fang was dead? "No. Fang isn't dead. He wouldn't do that to you." I told myself again and again.
Dylan came out swooping out of the sky and landed next to me, taking my hand. I stared into his turquoise eyes, and my heart, got flutters in it. The flutters I used to get, just thinking about Fang.
Dylan leaned in to kiss me, and I kissed him back without hesitation.
What really sucked, is that the white coats, they were right. Dylan was my perfect match. And like I said. It sucked. Big time. I didn't want Dylan to be my perfect match; I wanted Fang to be my perfect match. Dylan stopped kissing me abruptly. He pulled back from my face scowling. I stared at him, confused. And then I got it.
I stood up, and ran off the side of the cliff. I snapped open my wings, and soared into the sky. I saw two dark specks, approaching. Wait. Two. TWO? WTH? (A/N: How I love that line. She says it Fang a lot.)
The two dark specks got closer and closer. Fang… and the other speck, stopped. They leaned in towards each other. And their faces met.
No. No. Freaking. Way. He is NOT kissing that speck over there!!
Fang and his speck, flew in until I could see Fang's face. It was the same as always. Handsome. Seeing him, gave me MAJOR flutters in my stomach. I sighed in relief. I still loved Fang more. And now… to figure out if he still feels the same way about me. I tore my gaze from Fang to look at his mistress. Beautiful, shiny, hair. Blonde hair, in fact. Brilliant blue eyes. Creamy pale skin. Rosy cheeks. Just flat out, plain GOREGOUS. I hated her. I hated her guts. I turned my attention back to Fang. His eyes were on me. He must of saw me staring at Blondie over there. He looked down, embarrassed?
Oh. Oh crap. The one person to make Fang feel embarrassed, and it isn't ME? Its Blondie over there. I turned my back to them, and flew back on land.
I stood in the cave, arms crossed over my chest. I heard Fang murmuring my name.
"Max? Max? This isn't what you think." I heard his footsteps approaching behind me.
Those familiar muscular arms wrapped around my waist, and spun me around. I stared into Fang's flat black eyes. They were sparkling with excitement. He cupped my face, and leaned his face in towards me. He kissed me.
The first time, our lips had touched, in 20 years. I felt like flying.
God. I need better words. Fine. I felt like standing on clouds. Ha. I haven't done that yet. Two someone's cleared their throats. Loudly. Fang pulled away from me. He grabbed my hand and led me away. He then dropped my hand suddenly. He walked over to his blonde. Time to name her.
"Max… Max, this is Charlotta. Charlotta Chanel Mason. Were… married."