Characters are ooc. Be warned don't say I didn't tell you
Disclaimers: Confessions of a murder Suspect and Maximum Ride belong to James Patterson. Mortal Instruments and Infernal Devices belong to Cassandra Clare.

It all started with a book. The book was called Confessions of a Murder Suspect...

Fang had a confession. Well, two. One, he loved eyes. Eyes that he could get lost in. Two, he loved books. One day, he met a girl with beautiful eyes who loved books.

Her brown eyes had captivated him. Like melted chocolate. Though Fang disliked chocolate, her eyes still looked nice.

He had seen her at the library, her brown and blonde hair hiding her face. He was looking for the book Confessions of a Murder Suspect, and unfortunately the girl was standing right in front of it.

"Um excuse me? Could you?" Fang motioned for her to move.

She did so, though her eyes never left the book.

"Good book?" Fang asked as he looked for the book. It wasn't on the shelf!

"Mmhmm. It's about the girl, Tandy, who's parents were mysteriously killed in their beds and she's a murder suspect. Her eyes left the book finally and her eyes gleamed. They captured his and he couldn't seem to look away.

Two things happened to Fang. One, he realized that maybe, the girl felt the same about books as he did, and two; she had his book. He had been waiting a long time for it.

"Uh, when do you think you can finish that?" He asked meekly.

"Oh, in half an hour." She answered, her beautiful eyes on the page once again.

Fang silently watched as she turned a page, read for exactly 21 seconds, and turned the page again, reading for about the same time.

"Wow. You're a fast reader." He commented.

She smiled and looked up again, her damn beautiful eyes full of laughter. "Would you believe that this is slow reading for me?"

"No." Fang said awkwardly.

Now, you must understand, Fang wasn't an awkward guy. He was actually quite a laid back person and used to having girls fall for him, but the girl was unnerving him.

"Listen uh,"

"Fang."

"Fang? Okay um, Fang, I don't think I can finish this book here, with you standing beside me. It's pressuring." She laughed.

"Oh sorry...?"

"Max."

"Max. Why don't you finish and then call me when you're done?"

"Can't you wait?" Max raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it would only take me an hour to read and I really want to read it soon..." Fang babbled.

"Oh sure. I kinda need your number." Max uncomfortably said.

"What, oh yeah. Here" Fang pulled out a bookmark. He had dozens in his pocket. This one happened to depict Clary Fray, a girl from an awesome book series called The Mortal Instruments.

He quickly scrawled his number down and handed it to her, his fingers on top of the title of the bookmark.

Max only looked at it for a half second before her eyes lot up. "Omigosh I love this series! Isabelle is so my favourite character!"

"Really? Mine's Magnus." Fang said excitedly.

"Wow. How about I'll call you when I'm done and I could give it to you at Starbucks? The one around the corner?"

"Are you asking me out?" Fang smirked.

"What? No! I uh, no." Max blushed.

"Sure." Fang made his face seem uninterested, but on the inside his heart was pounding.

"I should go. I don't want you to have to wait any longer to read it." Max teased.

"Sure." Fang said again.

"Man of few words huh?" Max closed her book after putting the bookmark in. "My house is only five minutes away so I should be able to finish soon."

"Sure. I mean-"

Max chuckled and stepped past him.

"See you soon Fang."

Fang was obsessed. His house was twenty minutes away, so he drove faster then the speed limit, got home, barreled past the door man who had stopped to say hello, and ran upstairs to his room.

He tore across the room to the phone where he only had to wait two minutes before its shrill ringing broke the silence.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat. "Hello?" He tried to sound casual as if he hasn't just driven like a bat out of hell to get home in time.

"Very funny Fang." Max's voice sounded amused. "I watched you break about three traffic laws."

"What? I did not!"

"You ran a red light, almost hit another car and you narrowly missed a little old lady crossing the street."

"Oh uh, sorry."

Max giggled. "Are you ready to go? I just finished."

"Great! Yeah I'll be there soon."

"No need to rush, I won't leave if you take too long." Amusement crept into her voice again. "Bye." The phone clicked.

Fang of course, rushed. He only went 53 instead of 50, as opposed to his crazy 62 instead of 50.

He arrived after her, seeing as she only lived mere minutes away from the Starbucks.

"Hey." He cut in line to stand next to her, ignoring the mutters of angry customers.

"Hey yourself." She pressed the book into his hands. "I'm getting a chair latte. Mm, maybe a chocolate cha latte, what about you?"

Fang glanced at the menu on the wall. "I'll have an ice tea. It's the middle of July, how can you have a latte?"

Max shrugged.

After they got their drinks, they sat down at a couch placed behind a small table.

"Anything I should know about this?" Fang asked. "Any scenes that will make me cry uncontrollably?"

Max placed her drink on the table, a smile tugging at her lips. "Are you an emotional person?"

"No not really." Fang smirked.

"Well, I wouldn't say sad, just unsettling. See, their parents put them on pills that enha-"

"Stop!" Fang put his hands over his ears. "Do not spoil it for me!"

Max rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'm the kind of person who likes to know the end. I can't stand not knowing if it ends happy or not."

"I'm the opposite. I mean, I don't want to know, it should be a surprise so I can say, "huh, wasn't expecting that." And stuff"

Max sipped her tea. "Anyways, since you've read the Mortal Instruments, did you know there's going to be a movie?"

"Who doesn't?"

And on they went, chatting about books, movies, a bit on the pros and cons of e-readers, things like that.

An hour went by, then two. A barista came over and informed them that they would be closing in ten minutes.

"I should get going, I really want to get started on this." He admitted.

Max laughed, she had been laughing quite a lot this evening. "Go go," she got up and started lightly pushing Fang out the door.

"I'll see you again right?" He asked quietly.

Just as quietly, and with a pink face, she nodded. "Hopefully. You have to tell me how you felt about it." She nodded towards the book clutched in Fang's hands.

They said their good byes, and parted ways.

Five years later.

"Hey bro!" Iggy's voice came out, loud and cheery over the phone.

"Hi." Fang answered. "Can you call back, I'm kind of busy."

"Busy, with what? And what's with the background noise? Are you in a restaurant?"

Fang looked towards the booth in the restaurant where a Max in a soft green dress sat. She waved at him, and he waved back.

"Um well I-"

"Are you out with Max again?" Iggy asked. "Dude, you've been dating for four years, why don't you pop the question?"

"I-"

"You are serious about this relationship right?" Iggy asked.

"Iggy stop interrupting me!"

Max and Fang had become fast friends after that day in the library. For a year, they had been inseparable friends, slowly talking about non book related things, what they liked and didn't like. Just stuff about each other. And slowly, they fell in love.

Fang had asked her out at their table at Starbucks. None of them liked the coffee there, so she always got the tea and he alternated between hot chocolate and ice tea depending on the season. They had been discussing a series, The Infernal Devices when Fang suddenly reached across the table and took her hands. Max's face was pink. "Max, after all these talks about books and the love in them, I've realized that i think i love yo-um..." He hadn't gotten any farther, an eager Max had pressed her lips to his, effectively shutting him up.

Now, after four years, Fang was about to propose. Though Iggy didn't know, which was why he kept interrupting Fang.

Iggy loved Max like a sister. He certainly treated her like one. He often teased her, once blowing up her Mickey Mouse clock.

"Look Fang, if you don't do it I wi-"

"IGGY SHUT UP I'M GOING TO PROPOSE!" Fang yelled.

The restaurant went silence.

"Fang? Why is there no background noise?" Iggy asked worried.

"I have to call you back." Fang hung up.

He walked back to the table, yelling, "keep eating, nothing to see here!" They did, save for the sidelong glances towards the table.

"Fang?" Max's voice was small.

"Look Max. We've been dating for four years, we're twenty one." Fang pulled out the ring box out of his pocket. He opened the box and Max made a little noise.

It was a gold band, with a good sized diamond upon closer look, there was the image of a wing inside.

"Will you make me the happiest man by marrying me?"

Max was silent, as well as the whole restaurant.

"No."

The whole room gasped.

"Oh um, I-" Fang made a move to close the box but Max grabbed it.

"Of course I will!" Max put the ring on and threw her arms around Fang's neck.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaw!" The waitress passing by said.

"I'll have the bill please." Fang rolled his eyes, though a smile stretched from ear to ear.

"Max! Hold still!" Nudge, Fang's sister hissed.

"Gosh! I love this wedding dress! Where did you even get the idea?" Ella, Max's sister asked.

Max, being quite the Tom boy, had tried to refuse a dress but her mother was persistent. So she had settled on a simple, gold dress with a short train. Her hair was simply curled and peach/nude make up was applied. Her shoes were supposed to be gold heels, but under the dress she had slipped on a pair of purple converse when her sister wasn't watching.

Her bridesmaids, Nudge and Ella wore a gold, knee high strapped dress based on what Clary Fray had worn in City of Fallen Angels.

Speaking of Ella and Nudge, when they found out their siblings were dating, they fully supported it. Every date where Max would have worn simple jeans and a t shirt, they would lock her up and beautify her. Fang used to stick up for her and say she was beautiful already, but after a while, stopped because his sister wasn't about to let Max go to a five star restaurant in jeans.

Music began to play in the church in Arizona. Max's breathing came out short and Ella started fussing with the wrinkle free dress.

"You ready?" She asked Max.

"Sure."

Nudge held Max'a train as the three walked down the aisle. All eyes were in Max, and Max's eyes were on Fang.

He stood at the alter, Iggy his best man beside him. She almost lost her breath and he sent her his signature smirk.

After her long walk, she stood facing Fang. They exchanged vows, and through the applause, kissed to seal it.

When asked to make a speech, Fang got up and grinned.

"It all started with a book. The book was called Confessions of a Murder Suspect..."

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