I understand that some of you guys really don't understand what I meant when I said that I was quitting Young Love. I just don't have any more inspiration for it.

But here is a chapter that was supposed to take place in that story. This is, of course, a oneshot version of it and goes by much more quickly then what would've happened in the story.

This is the first in a series of oneshots and short stories that I will be writing for Maximum Ride while l continue on with Currently Untitled. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: All rights go to James Patterson. The only thing that belongs to me is this plot.

Fang POV

Remind me again why I'm chauffeuring my best-friend around? Probably because I'm in love with her. I sighed and leaned against the car door, waiting for her to come back out of her boyfriend's house. Yup. Her BOYFRIEND. My seventeen year-old life sucks.

My over-long black hair slowly made its way back in front of my eyes. I glared at the dark strands and blew them out of my face. Just then I heard a loud "BAM!" and turned with interest to face Dylan's house.

I saw Max run out, her face red. She screamed loud enough that I could still hear her even with my windows closed and the radio on. She pulled her hair and all of a sudden I saw a glimmer on her face. I frowned and squinted a little. Were those….. wait no they couldn't be! Max can't be crying!

The drizzle outside started to get heavier. Max didn't seem to notice. Just as I began to roll the window down to call her over so she could get of the rain she took off running. My eyes widened. "Fuck!" I cursed in frustration. I swung the door open quickly and slammed it shut, then took off down the street after her.

It looked like she was going to the park, seeing as it was the closest thing to Dylan's neighborhood. I would never catch her before she got there on foot. I skidded to a stop and raced back towards my car. I opened it and sat down with a wet "Thump!" and turned on the engine. I quickly slid it into drive and sped off down the street towards the park.

I frowned in the car. Knowing Max, once she saw my car she'd change direction and head somewhere else. She hated to let people see her cry. I turned off of the main street and onto a road that was a short-cut. I was there in minutes. I got out of the car, and jogged over to the spot that I knew Max would come to eventually.

I sighed as my wet hair stuck to my forehead and shook it a little so that I could at least see. While I was busy fixing my hair (no, I'm not gay. Didn't I just tell you that I was in love with Max? My hair was sticking to my face that's all!), I didn't notice the dark streak that was slowly becoming a person.

I did notice when I felt my head hit the sidewalk, hard. "Owww!" I groaned. Then I realized that there was a person lying on top of me. I looked down and saw Max's form lying on me, wet, shaking, and sobbing. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled against me, then turned us onto our sides so that she wouldn't get all of the rain.

She struggled a little, and beat down on my chest to make me let go. But I just winced and held on tighter. "Fang!" she said, her voice breaking but filled with anger. "Let go of me! Let-let go of me!" she cried. On the last word she quit fighting and wrapped her arms around my neck, holding onto me for dear life. I felt her press her face into my neck and the warm stream of water that told me she was crying even harder.

"Shhh, I'm here its okay," I whispered reassuringly to her pressing my face into her wet hair that somehow, still managed to smell like peaches. She pressed against me and began hiccupping, which meant that she was probably almost finished crying.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice muffled. I shook my head. "You have nothing to be sorry about," I said angrily. "What did he do to you?" I asked my voice rising. I felt her body start to tremble a little harder. "I walked in and went to his room. But-but when I opened the door, I saw-saw him cheating on me with-with-" she broke down crying all over again. This time I moved us so that we were sitting up. Max was sitting on my lap and holding onto me.

I slowly I got up and adjusted her so that I was carrying her bridal-style. I walked us over to my car and gently set her down on the passenger side. I untangled her arms from around my neck and she wrapped them around herself instead. I got in on my side and drove us home in silence. As we passed Dylan's house I saw Max turn away from the window. I pulled over in front of house and stopped the car.

"Fang what are you doing?" she asked, her voice thick. She looked confused. "Just paying Dylan a little visit," I said calmly. Her eyes widened. "Well….don't hurt him too much," she said. A devilish grin overcame her features. "I wanna be the one to put him in the hospital!" she said with glee. I smiled a little. She was already back to her usual self.

"Don't worry I won't," I said, climbing out. She smiled at me as I closed the door. I jogged up to his front door. Good thing his parents were out of town. I don't want to get sued. I opened his door quietly and made my way upstairs. I almost broke his bedroom door when I got there. He looked up startled from where he was putting his shirt on. The girl he was sleeping with must've already left.

My eyes narrowed and he gulped. I cracked my knuckles and then picked him up by the front of his shirt. He was a good three inches shorter than me, the same height as Max. Now he was face to face with me.

"You bastard," I hissed menacingly. "Listen Fang, no need to over-react no-" he didn't finish. I had already punched him in the nose. It was gushing blood. He screamed in pain and I grimaced. What weakling. I picked him up and kneed him where-the-sun-don't-shine and he went down again, this time groaning as his eyes rolled back into his head.

"Nobody messes with her and plays with her heart. Got it, shit-face?" I said in deathly-quiet voice. He nodded and I walked out. As I got into the car, Max laughed. "Oh man," she said. "The look on your face just says 'Murderer'. And I could even hear his scream!" she said laughing. I rolled my eyes at her comments. "Fang," she said her voice back to normal. "Mmhmm?" I looked over at her. She smiled warmly at me and I felt my stomach flip as her eyes lit up.

"Thanks," she said sincerely. I just shrugged. "Anytime."

"Man," she said ten minutes later as we pulled into her driveway. "Yeah?" I said. She shook her head. "What I mean is, I don't even know why I went out with him. He was never really the one I liked anyways." I looked up hopefully but tried to wipe my face of any emotions. "Really," I said. "Yeah really. I mean the real person I liked was-" she cut herself off and blushed, the pink covering her cheeks. My eyebrows rose. "Who was it that you really liked?" I asked curiously.

"Uh, no one! Never mind what I said." She looked at her watch. "Gee, look at the time, dinnertime already? I really should be going!" she said hurriedly. "Max," I said my voice hinting that if she didn't tell me, something bad was going to happen to her. She panicked and said, "No, Fang I real-" she was cut off as I kissed her. Her eyes fluttered shut and I felt her hands slip into my slowly drying hair. I pulled away slowly and opened my eyes, blushing hard.

She opened her eyes slowly. "Don't have to go," she said slowly, continuing from where she left off. I looked straight forward, out the windshield, the blush still lying on my cheeks. I felt her peering at me. "Oh, r-really?" I stuttered like an idiot. "Yeah, really," she said her voice sounding a little weird. I turned my head to look at her but as soon as I came to face her, she was kissing me. My eyes widened but slowly closed.

I got so into the kiss that I actually pulled her over onto my seat. She straddled me and her back was slightly pressed into the steering wheel. I kissed her hungrily and slipped my arms around her waist, pulling her against me. She shivered and her arms wound themselves around my neck. After a couple of moments I pulled away to breath and she rested her forehead against mine.

"I love you." The words slipped out of both our mouths at the same time, and we stared at each other. She giggled as I broke out into a grin. I hugged her hard and repeatedly whispered to her, "I love you, I love you, I love you." She pressed her face into my neck again, and sighed contentedly. Soon she opened the door.

I looked at her. "Do you want to go inside?" she asked. "I'm sure my mom made some cookies." I nodded and we walked to her front door, hand in hand. She opened the door and got the cookies while I flopped down onto the couch. She returned and snuggled into me.

"Man," I said sarcastically. "I never knew you were the type to snuggle." She punched me in the arm. "Shuddup," she said happily. I rubbed my arm. "That hurt. Geez, is that really how your gonna treat your new boyfriend?" I said, faking a whine. She looked up at me innocently. "First up: wow, did that really hurt you? You must be weaker than I thought." I glared at her. "Secondly, who said you were my boyfriend?" My eyes widened and I felt hurt. It must've shown on my face, because I felt her hand caress my cheek and pulled my face to look at her.

"Fang I was just kidding," she said shocked. "Does it really matter that much to you?" she asked me. "Well, I said I loved you didn't I?" I said quietly. She kissed me sweetly. "Of course you're my boyfriend you idiot. I said I loved you too," she said softly, smiling when I did.

Half an hour later, we both fell asleep. Guess the most comforting arms really are those of the one you love.

Well, that's it! I hoped you guys liked it. There will be more oneshots that have to do with Y.L. but for now this is the only one that I could think to make. Please review and tell me what you think about it. Just press that button right there. It'll make my day!