I am obsessed with eBay. I want all these things, but alas, I barely have any money, and no job. I need a job, so I can get these things.

I do not own Maximum Ride.

Max kept giving Nudge's advice a lot of thought. She was a bit worried. Max hadn't ever had a boyfriend, much less a fake one! What was she going to do?

"Hey," Fang snapped her out of her thoughts, "what's going on?"

"Nothing," she kept clicking the channel button, barely seeing what was on on each one, but knowing it sucked.

"Max."

She sighed and looked at her best friend, "It's really nothing."

Fang just stared at her, knowing she would most likely crack and tell him.

"I'm not going to crack and just tell you," she glared at him.

"Oh, really?" he asked, as if already knowing what was going to happen.

'Shit…'

The girl groaned loudly, "Fine.

I told Nudge about how Dylan just doesn't get the hint that I'm not into him, and asked her what I should do. She said the best thing I could probably do is pretend to be with someone else. But I've never had a boyfriend before, so how will I even be able to pretend? And what if the guy she sets up to be my pretend boyfriend is a total douche, just like him? I just…don't know what to do," she sighed.

Fang frowned. He took the remote controller from her hand, putting it down elsewhere, "C'mere," he said as he wrapped his arms around her.

She relaxed instantly and rested her head on his shoulder, "What can I do, Fang? I just don't want him to keep bugging me out. I feel bad always having to be mean to him, but yet he still doesn't understand."

"I know," he whispered.

"And I really don't want to pretend to be in a relationship with some random guy. I really take stuff like that seriously." She let her arms loop around his waist.

"I know," he repeated.

"I just want to wait for that one special guy, not be set up with a loser and be in a make believe relationship I do not want to be in just to get another loser to leave me alone."

Fang combed through Max's hair with his fingers, "I know, Max. Maybe we can figure out something else."

"I hope so…"

After several long moments, Max's breathing was slow and steady, just like when she's asleep. Fang couldn't see her face since it was buried in his shirt.

"Max?" he whispered softly.

No movement from her whatsoever. He smiled down at her. His angel.

There had been several times where Fang didn't want to stick around; he hadn't wanted to live anymore. A year after they first met, Max had come over to surprise Fang with a new video game he had mentioned to her once or twice. She knew it was his day off from work, and he would be home by now. She set down the bag with the game inside and the extra key he gave her, just in case, on the counter. No Fang in the kitchen. No Fang in the living room. No Fang in his bedroom. The last place possible was the bathroom. She knocked on the door, but she heard nothing. She turned the knob slowly, wanting him to be in there, but okay. But if he had been okay, why was there no communication. As soon as she peeked inside, her heart dropped in an instant. She had found Fang. He was on the floor, his legs to his chest with his head resting on his knees. There was a razor next to him, covered in blood, the same blood that was oozing out of his arms in an amount that scared the life out of Maximum. Tears ran down her face, wasting no time to hit the floor. Everything was a blur then. She fell to her knees and crawled to him, wanting to touch him, to see if this was real. She got blood on her fingertips. She sobbed as she whispered his name. He pulled his head up to look at her. "Max," he breathed. He had blood on his cheeks and some on his forehead and chin, but not from being cut on his face. The face that never stopped fascinating the girl in front of him. She could now see a knife in his hand, one of the knives from the set in the kitchen, and it was one of the bigger ones. She sobbed, not caring one bit how she might look to him. "Fang," she breathed, "what were you going to do?" Another sob escaped her. He sat there, looking half dazed and half amazed. Did she really care? He didn't have to ask that question; one look at her sent his heart in tears. 'She's so beautiful,' he thought to himself, 'why did you make her cry?' He looked down at himself. He was a bloody mess with a knife the size of his head in his hand. He quickly dropped the cutting-virgin blade next to the bloody promiscuous razor and without giving it a second thought, he threw his arms around the sobbing, breathless girl, and let silent tears stream down his face. He held her close, but never as tight as she was holding him. He could have sworn, she would squeeze his heart out of his mouth. She felt him giving her kisses on the top of her head, letting his tears fall into her hair, knowing she couldn't care less. He smiled. If she had come in a minute later… She saved his life, and she would never know how much she meant to him. She was the reason he decided to live. She was his angel that saved him.

He snapped out of his flashback when she shifted in his arms a little.

He silently scooped her up in his arms and took her to his bed, moving the comforter and sheets before setting her down to tuck her in. He smiled down at her. He doesn't know what would be of him if she hadn't run into him that first day he met her.

He kissed her on her forehead and went to lay on the other side of the bed, her sleeping face being the last thing he saw before he dozed off to sleep.

Next chapter will be up either today or tomorrow, no doubt!

Not a lengthy chapter, but you see more of a raw side to Fang, which me gusta.~

Hope you liked it; Review! :)

-Jess