Hi! I got this idea like I get most of them: crying myself to sleep. R&R!

MAX'S POV:

I Googled myself. Pathetic? Yes. But it works.

Up came Fang's blog, a website by some guy named Jim Patrick or something, and at least a thousand photos of what people think we look like. Books for sale, posters, and finally, down near the bottom, a link. "FanFiction dot net," I read to myself as I click.

Up comes a page filled with Stories. Looking at settings, I choose Max and Fang, English, Complete, T. I click on the first one I see.

"MaxPOV

I've spent the past week sobbing on my bed. I loved that boy and he just up and left me. I decided enough was enough, wiped my tears, and flipped on the radio, hoping to be distracted."

Apparently, some chick wrote this. I read it. It's me listening to a song and crying over Fang. Clicking along a bit, I find a short tory by some girl named "TheIllusionist'sWings04." Clicking, I find this:

"As I said before, all sleep. Except for one. If he weren't sitting in front of a fire with the flames flickering showing the outline of his body, you wouldn't realize he was even there, due to the black attire he takes on."

A story about us on the run. Moving along, I find a story that is well read, and was written by a girl named "7." Trying to figure the whole thing out, I click.

"Well, after these years, I'm sitting down with a guitar I learned to play, and a singing voice I never knew I had, writing a song about how sad I am about Fang. Yeah. I've been reduced to a winged Taylor Swift."

Gosh. This chick sounds like me. Creating an account, I "Private Message" her.

"Hi. So, who told you to write this?"

"Myself. My friend, TheIllusionist'sWings04, told me about the site. I write about you guys all the time."

"Really. What are you doing now?"

"Writing about you discovering FanFiction. Is Fang there? I want to say hi."

I get up out of my chair and go fly off to find Fang. A month later, he's next to me and I PM 7 again.

"Got him. Now what?"

"FANG YOU ARE THE HOTTEST MOST AMAZING GUY EVER! MAX YOU ARE SO FREAKING LUCKY TO HAVE HIM!"

"This is Fang. Who are you?"

"7. I write stories about you two. And now I have a happy ending idea. Start making out, okay? I've got to call someone."

Fang seems to like the idea. About 5 minutes later, in runs the Flock, all happy and everything. I close the door and get lost in the moment. An email pops up.

7 had sent you a message.

"And they all lived happily ever after, just like I planned in The Test for Forever."

Fang is still here. Say hi.

Fang: Why must you torture me?

Me: Because I need you to help me with my story and to practice slow-dancing on.

Fang: What about after the dance you want to dance with this Joe guy at?

Me: Then I return you to Max and kill Dylan. Ladies, Fang is an excellent dancer. Review, and you can borrow him.