Ah. The beloved Ch. 10. Here you go.

To RandomPeep: No, I don't live in Neverland. Some of my chapters are pre-written and I finished writing that one at 11 PM. I actually live in California, so our time systems shouldn't be that different.

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride. Aw, shucks!

Ch. 10:

Fan POV

I am so confused. Max told me to act like the kiss never existed, so I did. And where did that get me? Nowhere. I saw Max cry for the first time ever. What was that about? I thought I was just doing what she wanted.

I should give her some space. But wait, I should go explain. Things would be so much easier right about now if Max had never come to town. Ugh…

It's 6:30 right now and I finally decided to go to Max's to explain. It's fine, Fang. Just knock. Okay, one. Two. Three. Knock.

Max opened the door smiling, "You're ear- Fang?" Her face went from happy to confused.

We just stood there for a few minutes until I said, "Can I come in? It's kind of cold out." Complete lie. It wasn't cold at all.

"Yeah. Come on in." She replied.

"Max, I-" I began to say how sorry was but I was cut off.

"It's fine, Fang. Obviously, the kiss didn't mean the same thing it did for me as it did for you. Honestly, it's cool. I guess it helped us both get dates, right? You and that brunette and me and Dylan." She smiled up at me.

"No, it did mean the same thing to me-" I stopped myself. "Dylan?"

"Yeah, I've got a date with him in 15 minutes, so if you'll excuse me." She walked away.

I felt sucker-punched. She hadn't just gotten a date. She'd gotten one with Dylan. Dylan and I have had a tiff with one another since the third grade when I kissed Aimee McAdams, his 'girlfriend'. How do you even have a girlfriend in third grade? Of course, Max didn't know any of this, but it still hurt.

I was just about to leave when Ella walked up to me with narrowed eyes.

"Did something happen between you two?" She questioned.

"We kissed." I responded solemnly.

"Oh my gosh!" Her eye brightened, then quickly clouded. "Then why is she going out with Dylan?"

I sighed; this was going to be hard to explain.

"Well, we kissed and Max said to forget about it and act like it never existed. I felt rejected so I kissed this other girl to show that I was acting like it never happened and then I saw Max crying, but I don't why because I was just listening. I feel awful, but now I can't do anything because she's going out with Dylan." I gasped for air. I wonder if that's how Nudge feels all the time.

"You jerk!" Ella yelled and slapped me. She freaking slapped me.

"What was that for?" I shouted back.

"When she said to forget about it that obviously meant she was confused and that she didn't really want to forget about it." She explained.

"Well, I'm sorry for not understanding the cryptic language of girl!" With that I walked out the door with a stinging cheek and a confused brain.

Max POV

Ella had already got me ready. I was wearing a red tank top with my leather jacket and a pair of black skinny jeans. And of course, my classic converse needed to be worn. She had also begged me until I put on a little bit of mascara and eyeliner. It's not going to kill me, so whatever.

Ella came out of the living room with a look of sympathy in her eyes.

"Oh, god. He told he told you, didn't he?" I snapped. She slowly nodded. That guy cannot keep a secret, can he? Well, I'm never telling him anything personal again.

"Max, I'm so sorry." She looked at me.

"Ells, I'm sorry for snapping at you, but I don't need your pity party." She didn't look convinced, but I was saved by a knock on the door.

"Now, if you'll excuse me. I have a date to go on." I briskly walked to the door.

I opened the door to see Dylan standing there this time. He looked nice in a plaid shirt and jeans.

We both walked to his car and I decided to speak up, "So… where are we going?"

"You'll see." He said mischievously.

That scared me. The last surprise date I had didn't go to well. Sam decided to take me to a horse ranch to go riding and eat lunch. The flies got all over our food and later on a horse bucked Sam off. As you can probably surmise, not the best date ever.

We drove while listening to the radio and counted time by listening to songs.

Steady, As She Goes: 4 minutes.

Breakeven: 4 ½ minutes.

You Found Me: 4 minutes.

Move Along: 4 minutes.

Total: 16 ½ minutes.

Now, is that skill or what? I can tell time using music.

Once we got there, I realized we were in an empty field. Weird. Then Dylan opened his trunk. I'm not going to lie, my breathing got a bit ragged because this reminded me of a scene in an episode of some cop show I saw last night. Here comes the ax… Okay, Max. Run on three. One. Two. Picnic basket?

Oh. It was picnic! Stupid Max. He's not going to kill you and abandon your body to see if the police department can catch him. Unless there's a gun in the basket. Okay, I'm a bit paranoid. Wouldn't you be if you watched a marathon of CSI: Miami last night?

He smiled and we started having the perfect date. And Dylan was the perfect guy. Seriously. He seemed like he could do no wrong. He was a straight A student, he played football; his favorite band was the Fray. How could do you get better than this?

Not to mention that he was a bit of a romantic. I mean, honestly, we watched the sunset together. I don't care who you are or what you act like, no girl doesn't want that. It makes me wonder why all the girls threw themselves at Fang when Dylan was the obvious golden boy. Probably the tall, dark, and handsome affect.

Max. Stop thinking about Fang. You're on a date with Dylan.

I told Dylan about me. How I'm on the track team, how I struggle with history, how my favorite band was Hey Monday. We just talked for what seemed like hours.

"I can tutor you in history if you'd like." He offered.

"Really?" I replied.

"For a fee of course, that is." He smiled. Not a smirk like Fang does, but a real smile.

"How much?" I asked and he kissed me.

It wasn't a deep kiss like me and Fang shared. It was gentle, caring, and light. It was sweet.

"That'll do." He grinned.

I guess I could get used to this.

Do I hear a collective gasp? GASP! Just wanted to say that it will not become a Mylan story. You probably already knew that because my attempt at Mylan was already fail-y.

Oh. I also wanted to say that I don't own any of the songs or bands I briefly mentioned in the chapter.

My answer to the last chapter's question: Fang is more smexy-liscious. I'm so sorry Iggy! Please don't kill me, Fang just is. But if I had a choice I would date you, Iggy.

This chapter's question: If Max ever ended up choosing Dylan over Fang (Not in this story, just in general), how would you snap some sense into her?

Good question, don't ya think?

~Cake