A/N. So I was listening to Back to December by Taylor Swift and I thought about my life recently. This is basically it; the dialogue is mostly the same as it happened in real life but I decided to use Max and Fang. The ending of course isn't the same, just the beginning and middle. Hope you enjoy!
It was raining outside.
Fang was looking for an extra coat he could use later when he needed to go out. He went deeper into his closet and felt around. His hand landed on a rough leather bound surface and he pulled out and old photo album that was long ago forgotten.
He held it in his hands gingerly, coat forgotten, as he sat down on the couch. He hadn't looked in it for so long…
The old album lay on his lap, begging to be opened. It was as if it wanted him to remember those painful memories he tried so hard to forget. Then inexplicably, he opened it.
The first picture was one of a teenage girl smirking at the camera. Her eyes were shining and her dirty blonde hair whipped around her face. She seemed to be mocking the one with the camera, saying she knew something he didn't. She probably did. After all, Fang didn't know a lot about her at first.
The memory came back in high definition, no matter how much he tried to block it out, it was persistent to come through.
She was sitting under a tree during lunch time all alone with her nose buried in the book. She was always alone. Her name was Maximum Ride, he knew, he'd known her since he was in kindergarten but never really talked to her. He knew she was an overachiever, you know the top of her class, played an instrument, runs track, class president, but he knew she was a loner too. For some reason, she wasn't fond of people but then again neither was he.
He doesn't know what made him do it, and he probably never will, but he walked up to her and sat next to her. She raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, probably waiting for him to leave. She turned back to her book; the title was in some foreign language he couldn't read.
She sighed audibly before turning to him. "Is there something you want?" she asked him.
Fang shrugged.
"Not much of talker, are you?" she noticed.
Fang shook his head but stayed there. "The name's Fang," he finally said.
She half-smiled at him and extended her hand.
"Max."
Fang shook his head. That day changed his life. He was a troubled kid back then. His older brother was 'coming out of the closet', his parents were doctors and hardly ever home, he didn't get particularly good grades at the time because he felt he was stupid. Max changed that, she changed him.
"What are you doing here?" she asked him, furious.
"Skipping," he told her.
He noted that she didn't turn back and leave him. Was she skipping with him too? No, she was Maximum Ride.
"Why?" she asked him out of curiosity this time.
"Because there's no point. I'm gonna end up a bum anyway, I'm stupid and all that stuff," he explained.
Max stopped and looked at him before shaking her head.
"Look at me," she ordered him. "You are not stupid, okay? Don't ever say that, it's not true. I don't think it's true." She told him sternly.
He searched her eyes for any sign of lying but found none. She meant it; she believed it and now so did he.
It was raining even harder now but Fang was too absorbed in the album to care.
Picture after picture showed the two of them together happy and laughing. The pictures showed them together. He remembered how good they were together. He remembered how strongly he felt about her. He remembered how she changed him, now he's got a scholarship to study Medicine in NYU in the fall. And he also remembered the night she left him.
"Hey, Fang!" she smiled brightly at him.
"Hey!" he greeted back nervously.
He had told her to meet up with him today after school. He needed to tell her something.
"So what's up?"
"Well, you see, Max. Lately I've been thinking about something. I have this friend but I think she may be something more," he told her quietly, gauging her reaction.
She had a careful look on her face, as if afraid of where this was leading.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"What would you do if I said it was you?" he asked her back.
She bit her lip, the way she always does when she's nervous.
"Depends on who it is," she told him.
"It's you," he said.
Max froze. She didn't answer or anything.
"Max?" he said after a few moments. He had his heart open and on display for her. She'd always been there for him, surely she wouldn't—
"I need to go," she said and took off running.
He watched as she ran away. Away from the school, away from what he said, away from him. He didn't think he'd ever felt this hurt before. He turned around, wondering if he'd ever see her again, wondering if he even wanted to.
Max and him never went back to the way it was. He would see him around but they wouldn't talk like the used to, they argued a lot too. They were always hostile, mostly because he was mad at her and now her pride was getting the better of her.
That was a year ago. He moved on. He didn't need her. At least he didn't want to.
Fang threw down the album. He hated it, hated her. She was the best thing in his life and yet she just walked away. He gave her everything and all she gave him was goodbye.
As if fate had intervened, there was a furious knocking on the door.
He turned to it, barely in control of himself. He opened the door cautiously and saw…Max?
She was soaking wet, her eyes were red from crying and she looked up at him guiltily but it was still Max. Same warm brown eyes, same dirty blonde hair, same beautiful face. It was his Max.
"Max?" he looked at her.
"Fang, I'm so sorry. I'm so late but I'm sorry. I want to take it back. This is me swallowing my pride saying I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I was wrong. I was scared of how much I liked you. It was a mistake, I can't begin to tell you. I've been thinking lately and I understand if you don't want to take me back but I just wanted to give it a shot. See if you still like me and I—"
"Max," he said quietly.
"Yeah?" she looked up at him.
"Shut up," he said and did the thing he wanted to do for the past year.
He kissed her. Right there in the pouring rain he kissed her.
"I'm sorry," she repeated.
"I know," he smiled.
A/N. So not my best work, might be deleted if I get no reviews or people say it sucks or something. Pretty close to real life but awesomer since it's Max and Fang. REVIEW!
-Indy