This is my first fan-fiction for maximum ride and the first one I will have ever published. I did not write all of this until it changes to Fangs point of view for the first time the first max point of view was written by Jessie Kennedy who lives in Great Brittan. The rest is written by me. I hope you like it I'm open for suggestions, and advice. R&R please. Now I will shut up now so yaw can read.

Max's P.O.V

Why was this all happening NOW? He loves me. He loves me not. HE needs to make up his mind is what he needs to do.
"Fang!" I screamed. Time to get this straightened out.

"Yeah, Max?" he asked. We were standing on the edge of the cliff where we had learned to fly with the hawks.

"Fang. You need to make up your mind. You tell me you love me, and then you don't. Make up your mind, or I'll jump... Wings folded IN."

"Max..." he started.
I pulled my wings in close to my sides, and propped myself so I was leaning perfectly off the cliff. I hadn't fallen yet, but I would... In just seconds. "Max, you're my best friend. And when I told you I loved you... I meant it." I spun around to see Fang's jet black hair whipping around in the wind. I stared at him vacantly for endless minutes. "Max...?" he asked. I dropped off of the back of the cliff... Wings folded in.

Fangs POV

Usually my reactions are pretty good. Usually, but when I'm alone with Max, it's like I've been hit up with Valium; she is my own personal drug. She's mine and no one else's, anything or anyone that threatens to take her away from me better watch out.

So when she fell off that cliff with her wings folded in, my heart stopped, all I could see was her body breaking and being bashed against the rocks at the foot of the cliff, it stole my breath and I couldn't seem to get it back. All this passed through my mind in about 1.5 seconds. I ran to the edge of the cliff, snapped out my wings and dived.

"Max!" the wind ripped my scream of desperation from my lips tossing it into the empty air. I had this sick feeling deep in the pit of my stomach, and I could only describe it as one thing, fear. Fear for max or fear for myself, the flock, I may never know. But there were four things that I was absolutely sure of; one, max threw herself of this cliff because she thought I didn't love her; two, this makes her crazy, of course I love her; three, if something happened to max I would be a basket case, she was my other half, without her… well, you might as well give me a lobotomy; fourth, that would most likely leave angel as the leader of the flock, and god only knows what would happen then.

Max P.O.V.

I was falling; there wasn't much difference between that and us playing tag which involves tons of dive-bombing. I looked back in time to see Fang throw himself of the cliff after me; gosh he was beautiful, his wings as black as night with glints of purple here and there. Beautiful he may be but he sure was dumb, did he really think I was going to let myself go splat, of course not that would make Itex's job 100 times easier and hell will freeze over before I let that happen.

I was anticipating the point in which I would snap put my wings and look back to see the surprise, anger, then relief wash over his face. *evil laughs* here it comes, whoosh, I unfurled my wings catching a warm air current and gliding for a several seconds then it happened. My head felt like I was trying to explode. My wings folded in and I started plummeting to the ground, screaming.