Well, I've written fan fiction, and one shots, before, but this is my first time writing a Fax or Maximum Ride one, so here goes nothing:

The darkness settled around us, peaceful and still. For now, there were no Flyboys, nothing sent to kill us. My flock was sleeping by a small fire, worn out after flying all day and wondering what to do next.

Fang and I were still up, laying next to each other with our eyes on the stars above the treetops. It always amazed me, whenever we slowed down enough to notice, what a quiet, relaxing place the world could be. You know, before the Flyboys came droning in and messed it all up.

I glanced over at Fang and saw that he was wearing the same calm, emotionless expression he always had. He felt my eyes on him and turned to look back at me, a smirk on his face.

"I loooove you," he cooed mockingly.

I slapped him on the shoulder as he laughed. "Shut up."

"But it's true."

My eyes met his dark ones, and the smile he gave me made my heart melt. "I love you too."

Fang put his hand on my cheek and kissed me, soft and sweet. "Good."

I smiled, never growing tired of the feel of his lips on mine, and turned my attention back to the stars. But I could feel his eyes boring into the side of my head, and I turned to face him once again. "What?"

He sat up and leaned over me, his elbows next to either of my shoulders, his warm breath hitting my face. "Max."

"What?" I breathed again, getting lost in his dark eyes.

"I really do love you," he whispered, his fingers gently brushing some hair out of my eyes.

"So I've heard." I smirked, but stopped when I realized that his face was very, very serious. I cleared my throat. "What is it, Fang?"

He kissed the tip of my nose the way I liked and said, "Marry me."

"What?" I sat straight up, and because his face was millimeters from mine, we bonked foreheads on my way up.

"What the hell, Max?" Fang groaned, rubbing his head and sitting cross legged at my outstretched feet. "That hurt!"

"You want to get married?" I whisper-shrieked, careful not to wake the flock. "News flash: we're fifteen. We're on the run. I've got the weight of the world on my shoulders, literally! I don't have time to play wifey! And most importantly, we're fifteen!"

"You don't have to play wifey," he said, seeming to have recovered quickly from the knock to his insane noggin. "Look, forget the white dress and the kids and SUVs that usually come with marriage. When it comes right down to it, it's just a promise to somebody that you two will stay together through everything. Because you love each other."

I was still freaked out, my eyes probably bugging out of my head. "Okay, great! That doesn't change the fact that we're just kids!"

"Screw that," he muttered, coming closer to me. We kneeled in the dirt, right in front of each other, and he lifted my chin up so our eyes would meet. "Do you love me?"

"I just said I did," I scowled. He kissed me quickly on the mouth.

"Do you want to be with me forever?"

"Yes, but--" Fang kissed me again, and this time his mouth lingered there for a few seconds. He could get me to do practically anything by just kissing me, and he knew it. But I just wasn't sure if this was a good idea…

When we pulled back, both breathing raggedly, our foreheads together, he whispered, "Max, just take the damn ring and promise you'll be mine forever."

"I can do that without marrying you," I answered stubbornly.

He sighed and shut his eyes, then pulled back and began digging through his pockets. Finally, he brought out a little black box and handed it to me.

My throat closed up. Somehow, he'd gotten his hands on a ring. A real ring. And here I was, refusing to marry him because we were too young. Stupid, I scolded myself. We'd been living on our own since we were twelve. The words 'too young' didn't really apply to us. This was something we both wanted, very badly, and I was the only thing keeping it from happening.

With shaking hands I lifted the lid off the box. A silver band with one centered diamond stared back at me. "Yes," I choked out.

"What?"

I looked up at his disbelieving eyes. "I said yes. I'll marry you."

"Really…? Because I was joking about the whole thing."

"What?" I snapped, feeling my face heat up in mortification, but he laughed and covered my mouth with his, then held me in a bone-crushing hug.

"I was only kidding."

"You're such a butthead," I muttered into his shoulder.

"But I'm your butthead," he replied, pulling back from me and smirking. "Forever."

"Yeah." I sighed contently. "Forever."

Please tell me what you thought of it! Were they OOC? I thought they were pretty in character, but you tell me. Reviews, please!