I don't own Maximum Ride.

PS: For all y'all confused about Max not being able to call herself "Ride" it was supposed to say "Mrs. Fang Ride" my brain works faster than my fingers can type. :/

Max POV:

I feel happy.

Even though I'm in chemo.

" Fannnnnnnnggggggyyyyyy! I want to hold your handddddddd!" I whine.

"Max. I am holding your hand," Fang says, trying not to laugh.

"Oh. You're pretty," I reply.

"Thank you."

"Like, really pretty! I want our babies to look like you," I say with a smile.

He gives me a sad smile, and whispers,

"Well I want our kids to look like you."

"Nope! I hate my nose. It's ugly!" I say.

" No, it's perfect!"

The door opens, and the doctor lady unplugs me from the machine.

"You're free to go. Don't exert yourself. Have a nice day," She says, shutting the door.

I turn to Fang.

"She smelled like rainbow unicorns. But she's a meanie-head," I say, quite seriously.

Fang bursts out laughing as he and Dr. M sets me into the wheelchair.

They roll me down the hallway, and I can't help but laugh.

"WHEEEEE!" I yell, once we stop at the car and get in.

Just faintly, I hear Fang say,

"And this is why we don't give her Valium."

*************3 HOURS LATER*******************************

Sitting up weakly, I see Fang.

Staring at me, his black eyes watching me like a guard dog.

Protective. Caring. Loving.

He leans down and kisses me gently.

"You look tired. You should take a nap," I whisper.

"No. You-"

"I'm fine. I just want you to sleep. You'll crash when I really need you, and that'll be very bad. Love you, sleep tight," I say, smiling.

He nods, kisses my cheek, and walk out. I pull out my phone and text Ella.

To: Ella

From: Max

Can you help me get into the shower?!

I wait just a second, and my phone buzzes again.

To: Max

From: Ella

Sure! Just a sec…..

My door swings open, and Ella and Nudge walk in.

"Nudge, go set up a bath. No bubbles. Jacuzzi setting. Set up the IPod on loop, please. Muchos Gracias," Ella commands.

Nudge scampers off, and Ella walks up to my dresser, and turns to me.

"PJ's?" She asks.

I nod, and she pulls out my favorite PJ's and walks up to the bed. She pulls back the covers and sits me on the edge. Using all her might, she drags me up. Leaning on her, I walk to the bathroom. She sits me on the toilet, and looks around. Nudge is playing with my IPod, doing something.

"Are you going to be fine from here?" Ella asks worriedly.

"Yeah. Thanks," I say awkwardly.

"Okay, here's your phone text, call or scream if you need me," Ella says, walking out with Nudge.

The first song comes on as I get into the tub.

And, what do you know, the first song is by Kesha.

"Die Young".

Fun.

Oh, well. I'm going to sing anyway.

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums
Oh what a shame that you came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

We're gonna die young
We're gonna die young

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

[Beat break]

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

Young hearts, out our minds
Runnin 'til we outta time
Wild childs, lookin' good
Livin hard just like we should
Don't care whose watching when we tearing it up (You Know)
That magic that we got nobody can touch (For sure)

Looking for some trouble tonight
Take my hand, I'll show you the wild, side
Like it's the last night of our lives
We'll keep dancing 'til we die

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums
Oh what a shame that you came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms,
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

We're gonna die young
We're gonna die young

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

[Beat break]

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

Young hunks, taking shots
Stripping down to dirty socks
Music up, gettin' hot
Kiss me, give me all you've got
It's pretty obvious that you've got a crush (you know)
That magic in your pants, it's making me blush (for sure)

Looking for some trouble tonight
Take my hand I'll show you the wild side
Like it's the last night of our lives
We'll keep dancing 'til we die

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums
Oh what a shame that you came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms,
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums
Oh what a shame that you came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

We're gonna die young
We're gonna die young

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

The door swings open, and I jump in the water.

It's Fang, looking like he's having a heart-attack. Pulling the curtains across the rod, I yell,

"FANG! IN THE SHOWER!"

The curtain is ripped back, and Fang is on his knees, low enough on the floor so he can't see into the tub.

"Don't. Ever. Freaking. Sing. That. Song," Fang growls.

Leaning back, my eyes widen.

"Why?"

"Your singing was easy to hear in my dream, especially the whole "We're gonna die young" part. You scared me," Fang says, now sitting with his back facing the tub.

"I'm not going anywhere, yet. I'm not leaving," I say.

We're both silent.

"Can you go out? So I can get out?" I ask with a grin.

"Nope!" Fang says, smiling goofily

"FANG!"

Author's Note:

Hey guys, it's Ever. I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever. I'm exploding from the sheer ideas for my other story. SORRY!

R&R, please!

Thanks,

~Caribbeansoulforever

Ever