Takes place 4 years after Max. OOC Fang.

Disclaimer: JP is evil… I am not (yet)

Fang POV

I eyed the ring that I was going to give Max, uncertainty filling me. What if it was the wrong style? What if Max didn't like it?

I shook my head, trying to get rid of the doubt.

It's okay Fang, Max loves you, Max will love it.

I walked over to my wallet and took out the picture of my old girlfriend Lissa. You might wonder why I still have a picture of her? Honestly, I don't know, I've just been too lazy to throw it out.

I looked down and shuddered at the pink that covered her whole body. I haven't even touched the color pink since then. Whenever Angel or Nudge would be wearing something pink, I avoided them like the plague.

I absolutely hate the color pink, and will never touch it for the rest of my life.

I packed the picnic basket and got ready for the date of a lifetime.

And then I ripped up the Lissa picture.

Max POV

I was squealing with excitement as Nudge got me ready for my date with Fang. I was pretty sure he was going to propose tonight!

She straightened my hair and put it in a loose bun, then put on some light makeup. I was so happy!

Nudge left the room for a second and came back holding a pale pink strapless dress that would go down to my ankles and, when I put it on, hugged my curves and complimented my skin tone perfectly. I squealed again.

"Nudge! You are a miracle worker! I love it!"

"ZOMG! I know right? Fang wont be able to keep his hands off you! ZOMG you're like, going to get married and live happily ever after you know except for the erasers and crap because life just hates us that much but Fang is like, your night in shining armor!"

"And Iggy is your loser in aluminum foil!" I joked.

"Shut up!" she yelled, and slapped my arm lightly, laughing.

"Gotta go," I said. It was 8. Time for Fang to take me… uh… wherever he was taking me.

I was walking out and saw conflicting emotions on Fang's face as he slung his arm over my shoulder, careful not to touch the silk of my dress.

We walked to a clearing in the woods, full of candles. In the middle there was a blanket and on top of it there was picnic basket that looked like it was over-flowing with food.

Fang and I sat down on either side of the basket and ate a gourmet dinner that only could have been cooked by Iggy.

After we finished eating, Fang got down on one knee.

"Max, you are the most gorgeous girl I have ever met, be my wife."

I almost gaped at how many words he said but quickly recovered. "Yes, I will."

It struck me that I hadn't even looked at the ring yet. I stared at it for what must have been at least 10 minutes. I was a gold band, with a 3 karat diamond right on the top middle part, you know what I'm talking about. (I could tell how many karats it was because of my raptor vision.)

I then saw a little inscription on it. 'I choose you.'

I felt my eyes tearing up. "Yes," I whispered again, and jumped into his arms.

"AHH! THE PINK! IT BURNS!" Fang shouted.

I jumped out of his arms quickly, my heart racing with adrenaline. "What burns?" I asked, thoroughly confused.

He was curled into a ball and shaking. "Th-th-the p-p-pink."

I held out the bottom part of my dress and touched his cheek. "See," I said in my therapist voice, "pink doesn't hurt you."

He started shaking more.

"I pulled him out of his ball and sat in his lap, kissing his lips lightly."

"Promise me you wont get married in a pink dress," Fang said.

I laughed and slipped on the ring.