Max POV

"Oh! Um... hi, guys." Ella blushed scarlet, completely embarrassed to have caught us. An arm came around her waist. I looked over her shoulder to see Nico.

"You two are together now?" Fang asked. Nico grinned.

"Yeah. We are." He replied. Ella smiled.

"Yeah, so uh, we heard some crashing and smacking noises, so we decided to take a look at what was causing it. I-uh, didn't know you guys were that sexually aggressive.." she began. I cut her off.

"Say no more. I really don't want a sex lecture. I get it. Control hormones." I smiled tightly. Nico looked further into the room and laughed.

"What the hell were you doing in there exactly?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Fang pushed me up against the wall, I jumped onto him, he pushed me against a wall again." I said casually. Ella laughed, taking Nico's hand.

"Okay, well, we'll catch you later guys. Bye!" And with that, she strode off with Nico close behind her.

What the hell just happened? I snuck a quick peek at Fang. He was staring at me. "What?" I asked. Fang didn't say a word. He just slammed the closet door closed and locked it. I gulped, not sure of what was going on. I've never felt this way before. So... not in control. I usually had ALL the control. I was like the leader. But right then, Fang was in control. Whatever was going to happen, he was going to make it happen.

"Max." Fang had been repeating my name. I looked into his eyes. Pitch black.

"Yes?" Ha, deja vu.

"I, like you. A lot." My mouth hung open. How could this boy, of all boys, like me? This was so illogical. It was impossible. Mitchell loved you. Yes, but that wasn't the same! Gah! I couldn't do this to Mitchell! But- no buts, Max! So what did I do?

I ran.

...

Fang POV

She ran. Literally.

She unlocked the door at supersonic speed and raced out like no tomorrow.

"Max!" I called after her, running through the halls. I saw a flash of golden locks and sped in that direction. "Max!" She threw the doors of the school open, still running away.

She made her way through the parking lot. For a moment, I lost her. Then I heard the sound of her breathing hard. She almost never breathes hard. She was really scared. I followed her voice; it led me to the busy intersection behind the school parking lot. She was standing there, as if waiting for an opening so she could run. I stepped closer.

Her head whipped around and her chocolate orbs stared back at me. "Mitchell." She whispered. I blinked. Tears threatened to spill out of her eyes. "Why him? Why?" She sobbed. "And... it's not fair to him! It's just not fair! I can't do this to him, Fang! I just can't!" She screamed before running straight into the busy intersection. "MAX!" I screamed after her about to run and catch her.

SWERVE! CRASH!

Max POV

Max.

Max.

Maxie.

My eyes shot open. I felt terrible. My chest felt restricted, which totally messed up my breathing. I groaned, but that only made the pain worse.

Maxie, stop hurting yourself even more.

I gasped, looking around for a voice. Sitting on a chair was a boy in all black. Kinda like Fang. He was wearing the same clothes that Fang wore.

Fang. Shit! I ran, and now, what happened to him?!

The boy on the chair chuckled.

Fang's fine, Max. Relax. He ran out into the traffic to save your life. And he succeeded.

"Who are you?" I asked. His voice sounded so familiar. I just couldn't put my finger on it. "Please. Turn around." I said. The boy hesitated, but slowly turned around, allowing me to see his face.

Hey Maxie.

It was Mitchell.

He was taller, with longer brown curls, now framing his face. Cheekbones higher, a more defined jaw, his eyes, were different. With a slight gasp, I realized that one was Black, and one was Gray.

"How-"

Max. I know, you thought the world was over when I died.

"Yeah, but you're back! Now we can-"

No Max. We can't. I'm dead. My time as Mitchell is done. I'm a part of someone else now. Someone that you need. Max you're my soul mate. But I'm not here anymore.

"But-"

Let me finish. I'm not just Mitchell anymore. I'm Fang. I'm a part of him. Why do you think you've always been drawn into him? Max, what I mean is... Fang and I are twins.

"What? But how?"

My dad, was never my dad. His wife worked at the hospital where we were born. She stole me, because she wanted a baby, and thought I was perfect. She died when I was 8, and that's when the abuse started. ever noticed the really similar things between Fang and I?

I blinked. "Same jaw, nose, skin tone, slender figure. Lips. You're lips, now that I think about it, they're exactly the same."

Yes, Max. And that's why Fang's parents adored me, and even though they didn't show it, they adored Fang just as much.

"But, what does this mean?" I asked. Mitchell smiled.

Go to Fang. If you lose him, there won't be another chance, Max. This is your last chance... at being happy.

He was starting to fade into the air, like mist.

"Wait! Stay!" I reached for him. Mitchell held my hand and grinned at me one last time.

I'll always be here. Just look a little closer, Max.

And he disappeared.

Fang POV

I was pacing back and forth. Max still remained unconscious. I had stopped her from being hit directly, but she did roll over the top of the SUV. The doctor said she was in a Coma, and had a few broken ribs, along with a concussion.

"Fang, you're making a trail in the tile floors." Iggy said, his arm around Ash. I whipped around.

"SHUT UP!" I roared. Then I continued pacing. Ash patted Iggy's head.

"He's just angry." I groaned when the doctor started walking towards me. He's been trying to get us to leave for 2 days now. I glared, as well as Ash, Iggy, Ella, Nico, Nudge, and Gazzy.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to ask you guys to leave again." He began. We all relaxed. "Max is awake, and she would like to see all of you in this order. Nudge, Gazzy, Nico, Ella, Iggy, Ash, and Fang." He read from a small piece of paper and led us to Max's room. Nudge went in, then Gazzy, Nico, and Ella. Iggy was shaking as he walked in.

He had a huge smile on his face walking out. Ash simply strutted inside. She came out looking like Ash. "Your turn, Fangles." She patted my back, pushing me inside the blindingly white room.

Max looked better than I had expected. Her ribs were bandaged along with her head and she had some bruises. But other than that, she looked fine. Only Max could basically get run over by a car and still look fine.

"Hi, Fang." She said quietly. "I have something to tell you. But, you might want to sit down first." Obediently, I sat on the edge of the large hospital bed, looking at Max.

"What is it, Max?" I asked. She took a deep breath, inhaling deeply before puffing it out. I brushed my fingers through her hair.

"Fang, Mitchell..." she whispered. "Mitchell is, your twin." She said cautiously. I blinked.

"Uh..." I didn't know how to respond. Well, Mitchell was in the same grade as me. We did have similar faces, but twins?

"Your birthdays! When is your birthday, Fang?" She asked frantically.

"March 20th." I said without hesitation. Max gripped my hand.

"That's Mitch's birthday. You two have the same figure, face, skin tone, the only difference are your eyes, hair and noses!" She yelled. I thought about it for a second. My eyes flickered to Max's phone on the bedside table. With a sigh, I snatched it up and looked through the photo gallery of the phone. I found a good picture of Mitchell, sitting on Max's couch, leaning his forearms on his thighs, smiling at the camera dashingly. I shot up and walked over to the mirror across the room.

Mitchell looked nothing like me. "Smile like he did, tilt you head to the side." She said. I grumbled about smiling, but did it anyway, turning the phone to the mirror so I could see both our faces clearly.

Holy shit.

We looked almost identical. "Max." I whispered, lowering the phone down. "Max, I believe you. But how..." She shushed me with her finger.

"Fang, in a dream, Mitchell visited me. He was identical to you but with brown hair. Fang, his eyes, they were different. One gray, one black. He's a part of you, Fang. And I know that, that sounds so crazy, and this probably freaks you out, but Fang, I loved him, and I love you. But you two weren't really different. You guys were exactly the same. You two were the same person, with a different background. That's why you need to know that I don't just love you because of Mitchell. I love you because you are the one I'm supposed to be with. Because Mitchell is you. And I love all of you, Fang. I know that I'm a hot mess, and you probably don't want me anymore-"

I cut off her 'Nudge like' rant by kissing her senseless. Max responded immediately by kissing me back. Her lips were steaming and seared mine, which only made me want more. But it ended too soon. Stupid need for oxygen. I ran my fingers through Max's golden locks.

"I love you too, Max. I love your stubbornness, your feistiness, your beauty, you dedication, your lips." I kissed her softly. "So, Maximum Ride. Would you like to have the honor of being my girlfriend?" I asked. Max's face contorted.

God, I could just feel my heart breaking from the moment she opened her mouth. But what came out of it, really pissed me off.

"My honor? More like your honor." She scoffed. I flicked her nose. "Okay!" She sighed. "I would be honored to have the pleasure of doing this all the time." She said. I raised an eyebrow.

"Doing what?" I asked.

"This" Max replied. In less than a second, my mouth was on hers and a swirling whirlwind of emotions captivated my brain. Then, she bit my bottom lip. God, this girl was killing me slowly. Well I should have expected it. I did fall for a Rebel.

Max POV

And boy, did I fall for him.

And... that, ladies and gentlemen, is the end of Rebels! Thanks for reading and reviews. I hope you enjoyed the short mini story. Maybe one day I'll make it longer. But for now, dis is it! Haha, love you guys! RATE AND REVIEW!

-Mick :D