USUALLY THIS IS THE PART WHERE I GO ON, AND ON, AND ON, AND ON ABOUT HOW I'M NOT JP.

BUT I'M NOT GOING TO.

OH WAIT, I JUST DID IN A SENSE.

CRAP...

MAX POV

So, I know what you all were expecting. Fang and I dancing with everyone else and then a slow song comes on. He asks me for a dance and I follow being swept off my feet. I apologize for running off and he says it's fine. He tells me he loves me we kiss.

A fairytale night, right?

Wrong.

We just hung out with Nudge and Gazzy since they preferred not to slow dance together. It was kinda awkward, but he tried not to let it be.

So much for fairytale...But who am I kidding? I'm Maximum Ride. I don't give a crap about anything and certainly not about my feelings.

I think I was just caught up in the moment. Yeah that's it.

I, Maximum Ride, do not have feelings for Fang. I think...


FANG POV

Well the planned work.

Now I know what you're thinking, how did it work? You guys didn't end up together!

That was the plan. The plan was to fix what I screwed up, not get what I want. When you like someone you sacrifice things. I sacrificed the thing I wanted most. Her.


MAX POV

It's now thanksgiving break and our school gave us a generous week off. Something about our teachers not having a contract and milking the township for everything they have and yada yada yada.

Fang's dad - er, Jeb - went away on business, leaving us alone for thanksgiving. Something has been off with him lately. He has been leaving us days at a time anymore. I don't recall what he works for, but I'll cut him some slack for now.

Wondering if we're going to do anything later I walk down to Fang's room and knock on the door.

"Fang?"

"Yeah?"

"I was wondering if we were doing anything later?"

"Like?"

"Just thought we were going to jump off a bridge with Lady Gaga like every thanksgiving." I sarcastically respond. "Food Fang, food."

"Please, I've seen you cook. Unless you want to get food poisoning I will be cooking."

"Whatever."

I walk into my room and lay on the bed. Things with Fang havnt seemed to change. We basically forgot about the kiss and went back to how it was before. There just always seems to be a bit of tension in the air.


I open my eyes and look at the clock. 3:00. I must have fallen asleep. I get up and walk downstairs to see Fang in the kitchen with music blasting. How I slept through that, I havnt a clue. The funny thing is, he's dancing. Very comically I should add too. I jut stand there and watch and decide to go get my camera. I come back down and video tape a good 5 minutes. I out my camera in my pocket and burst out laughing. This startles him and he stands there speechless.

"Checking out my moves, are we?" he covers faking the I-dont-care attitude.

"That would imply you having moves for me to even check out"

"Ouch," he says pretending to be hurt."that hurts,deep."

"Haha whatever. Whatcha cooking?"

"Food," I give him my "Max" look. Unphased he says, "now I'm about to put the stuffing in the turkey."

"Oh, can I do that!" I'm not much of a cooker. Actually, I'm so bad I could burn cereal. Okay I'm not that bad, but you get the point.

"You? Cook? Please anything you try to 'cook' ends up inedible" got a point.

"You know most guys make jokes about women being in the kitchen."

"Yeah well they don't have to worry about food poisoning."

"...I hate you." He smirks. "There's gotta be something I could do!"

"Fine, use this to put the stuffing in the turkey. I don't think you could find a way to screw that up" haha this is me we're talking about! He hands me this tubing thingy with a bag on the end. I stand next to him and start filling the turkey with the stuffing. It stops coming out so I squeeze harder and nothing. I take it out and hit it which makes it fly out and on to Fang's face.

Oops...

"Max..." seriously, his face is covered.

"You know, that's a good look for you." He looks at me with ths...look. A look that basically says he is up to something.

"If you like it so much you should try it!" and he wiped off some of the stuffing and shoved it in my face. What a gentleman.

"This means war." I say and take the gravy and pour it down his shirt. Good thing we don't have a dog or he'd be screwed. In retaliation he takes butter and sticks it down my shirt. There are some places butter just shouldnt be! I tackle him to the ground in a hug getting my stuffybutteryness all over him. We go back and forth with whatever we could find in the kitchen. In the end I'm on top of him with knees on either side of him pinning him down.

"Don't you dare" he says giving me a look like he is testing me. I smile.

"Too late." And i take my fingers and stick them in his sides. He starts freaking out. Yes, the big bad Fang is ticklish. He's squirming and bursting with laughter. I start to see his eyes tear up and decide to stop.

"I'd continue but it's just sad to see you cry" I got up and that's when I made a big misake, because I turned my back to him. Next thing I know I'm on the ground with my arms and legs pinned down.

"Think you're so tough now?" He says with a smirk, only inches from my face. I can feel his breath on my face.

"Very." I say. Being a smartass is one of my many talents. We just look into eachother's eyes, like we're frozen in time. We're just inhes away and time is moving so slow.

The buzzer on the stove goes off hat signals it's all heated up. It snaps us out of our...whatever that was.

"Stove's ready" I say.

"At least you know something about the kitchen."

"I also kow that's where the knives are." I snap back. He brushes that insult off like it was nothing.

"Well we have nothing to put in the oven now," he says as he looks around the room. There isnt a clean spot in sight!

"I say we clean up and order chinese?"

"Sounds like a plan" and we started cleaning up the kitchen. Sadly, cleaning up isnt as much fun as messing it up. Oh well.

HOPE YOU GUYS DONT HATE ME FOR THE WHOLE MAX AND FANG THING!

JUST WANTED TO THANK YOU FOR YOUR REVIEWS, I READ EACH ONE OF THEM :) HEY MAKE ME SMILE LOL

BYE!