So I finally updated! Do you guys love me again? I hope so. After reading a few Maximum Ride fanfics, it got me in the mood of writing again and I just got ideas! So hopefully I can keep up this streak because I have nothing to do over the summer except for a feew gigs for the band. Anyways tell me what you guys think of this chapter and how you guys have been.

Before I knew it I was shifting my way between a huge mass of ignorant, grimy, abnoxious people. It was great! Not in a literal sense. It was more of an "I'm here and I'm great getting away from everyone else " kind of great. Did I ever mention, I hate crowds? So with that being said, I clung to Fang's hand for dear life as we seeped to the front of the crowed.

"Great isn't it?" Fang looked down at me briefly before carrying on with his mission to make it to the very front.

"I guess you could say that..." I rolled my eyes. "It would be better if there were less people."

"Then that wouldn't be a concert, Max." He smirked at me.

"I disagree. It would still be a concert, just with less people." I smiled a rewarding smile.

He stayed silent while contemplating what I had said. After realizing that I won and he had no come back, he glared at me. "Touche..."

"And that's why Max always wins." I smiled brightly and hit him playfully on the arm.

He stared at me for a while with an unknown look on his face. But with that, I could feel his dark onyx eyes boaring into my soul. Somehow, through all this, we managed to get somewhat close to the stage. Anyone beyond where we stood would not budge. They wouldn't let any outside force move them from seeing this band.

Then it hit me. I didn't even know what band we were there to see. What if it was some screamo band where they get everyone to do a wall of death? I didn't know about Fang but I really didn't feel like dying today.

"Hey Fang?" I poked him because it was a little to loud to hear. He looked down at me expectingly. "Please tell me we aren't seeing the Backstreet Boys." I looked at him seriously. He chuckled.

"Max, if we were at a Backstreet Boys concert, there would be a bunch of screaming girls." He put his arm around me and gestured to the crowed, "Now, do you see any crazy screaming teenage girls?"

I rolled my eyes. "Fang, what band are we seeing?" He chuckled then pointed to a big banner hanging above the stage. I didn't recognize the band name, but it reminded me of a dark Tim Burton movie.

"Ah..." I said nodding my head obviously still confused.

"Don't worry Max," he yelled over the abnoxious crowd, "They are really good, you'll like them." He winked at me. I smiled a bit then looked up at the stage. There were security and backstage workers running around, testing microphones and making sure all wires were set up.

Ten minutes later the opening band was on stage. They weren't hard core, death metal, but they were definietly metal...

"Now we're going to slow it down a bit." The lead singer growled into the microphone. "So grab that special someone!"

Before I knew it, two strong arms wrapped arpund my waist from behind. I was about to do some serious slapping until I looked behind me and realized who it was. Fang...

He refused to have any eye contact with me. Probably because he was afraid of my reaction. I crossed my arms in front of me and leaned back into his arms. They were warm and comforting. Despite the butterflys in my tummy and the shiver down my spine, I was at ease. He made me feel happy and tingly. I had this goofy grin on my face and time went by so quickly, I didn't even know that the beginning band was off stage and they were getting ready for the main band. The crowd began chanting.

"I bet you have never expierienced a concert like this ever in you life. Am I right?" Fang rested his chin on my shoulder and looked at me smugly.

"Nope, I'm not the one for dark, satin worship music." I said jokingly.

"Hey, hey, hey now. I do not worship the devil. I am an atheist!"

Before I could say anything back to him, a loud intrumental began. The crowed roared with excitement. Fang withdrew his head from my shoulder and slid his hands so they were resting on my waist. When the drums began in the first song, I could feel the bass beating in my heart. That's how loud it was. But the beat and sound was refreshing. It made me feel free and peaceful.

I looked up at Fang who was bopping his head to the music and singing the lyrics quietly to himself. I smiled at him. He seemed happy and content. It was his favorite band. I think he felt me staring at him because he looked down at me and smiled while rubbing small circles on my my hips.

A harder song came on and everyone started pushing eachother around and crowd surfing. The look on my face must have been sheer terror because when Fang looked at me he smiled, amused, and pulled me tighter against him.

"Please tell me the great Maximum isn't scared." He said into my ear.

I turned around in his arms to face him and poked his chest violently. "Of course I'm not scared!" I lied.

"What was that?" He yelled, cupping his hand to his ear, gesturing as if he couldn't hear me.

"I'm not scared!" I yelled louder.

"Huh?"

"I said, I'm not scared!"

With that, he looked around for a little while before his face lit up. He grinned down evily at me. "Prove it."

"How-" Before I could even finish my sentence he lifted me up and pushed me above the crowd. People started passing me around like an olive in a tossed salad. I am so going to kill him when I get back there...

I'll save you the petty details, but let's just say that people don't know where to keep their hands. Even though I had my butt and boobs touched a few times, crowd surfing was truly exzilirating. Now I understood why so many people did it. You got this fantastic adrenaline rush.

After being caught at the front of the crowd by security, I miraculously found my way back to Fang. I saw the back of his head. He was head banging to the music, his black silky hair standing out in the crowd. I could just imagine running my fingers through it...

Anyways, when I snuck up behind him, I pushed him hard from behind. He turned around quickly and yelled, "What was that for?"

"Well I don't know. Maybe for making me crowd surf when i didn't even say I wanted to." I pushed him again but he grabbed my wrists.

"Were you afriad to do it?" I opened my mouth to speak bu he cut me off again. "Truthfully?"

"Fine..." I nodded my head. "Yes, I was scared."

"Exactly. You were afraid to do it." He smiled. "Do the things that scare you. Face your fears."

I thought for a while. I guess he had a point. For one of the most popular people in school, he did have a lot of common sense.

"It was actually fun." I smiled, remembering what had just previously happened.

"Exactly." He wrapped his arms around me again. "And if you never tried it, wouldn't have you been missing out on something good? Something not worth fearing?"

I nodded and gave him a cheeky smile. He never ceased to surprise me. Never was he predictable. That's what I decided I liked about him. He wasn't afraid to be himself. He wasn't afraid of being afraid. He had this way about him that made him a beautiful person, inside and out.

I quickly rolled up onto my tippy toes and pecked him on the cheek. His eyes grew wide. My heart beat fast.

"What was that for?" He smirked at me, causing me to blush like a little school girl with a crush.

"Do things you're afraid to do." I flirted with him, then turned around to face the stage again. But before I could fully turn around, I was wipped back around to face Fang. With that, he kissed me.

So, what'd you guys think? Please review! And if you have any future ideas let me know!

Thanks again for all the support!