OMG. I'M GONNA CRY.

My first fanfiction has reached its final chapter! Sob. Weep. Oh my.

I hope you like it guys. I tried to wrap everything up the best way I could. Since this is the last chapter, I guess it's only fair to provide some thanks to all the amazing reviewers who spurred me on till the last. I love you guys. You are AMAZING. And trust me, this is not it. This is not the end. I've got so many other ideas swimming around in my head, but I will control myself as I need to get ready for exams.

But I have other stories in progress that you could check out (hint hint).

From Moving Backwards, GOODBYE FOREVER.

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Oh my God.

"Ughh." I raised a hand to my head. Jesus... It felt like some annoying person had come along and was trying to rattle my head until my brains came out.

They were doing a damn good job of it too.

I groaned again. What was this excruciating pain engulfing me? I tried to sit up in bed, but was overtaken by a sudden sharp jolt down my spine that made me want to scream. I bit it back and lay back down, reaching out and smacking my chest of drawers until my hand came in contact with my mobile phone.

The time was 12:48.

Woah. How long had I been sleeping?

"You awake?" I turned my head with much difficulty to face the door. Jeb was standing with a tray balanced on his arms, a tentative smile on his face. I groaned in reply. "Hmm. Hungry."

"Ung."

"Huh?"

"Ugh."

I bit my lip hard to stop a cry of pain escaping. And boy, was I in pain.

"Wha-" I winced. "What – happened?"

Jeb sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "You went to the party last night."

"Oh yeah."

"Fang brought you home."

"Oh right."

"Best thank him."

"Mmm."

Jeb left the room, and I picked up my mobile again, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the screen before punching the keys firmly with my shaking index finger. Thanks for bringigr me heome – I couldn't be bothered to go back and fix the mistakes, and quickly sent the text before my arms collapsed. I sighed and waited for a reply.

Usually Fang was punctual with his replied.

Obviously he was still sleeping.

I sighed and rolled over. So. The party. I tried to remember as much as I could. I vaguely remembered walking into the club and Nudge going off with Iggy and Ella finding Michael and then a stranger with quite bold grey eyes finding me and Fang... Fang angry? Yeah, Fang got angry. What for? Oh. The grey-eyed dude. Fang punched him. I smirked to myself. Then... then Fang took me outside and... we went home.

We went home?

Nah, there was something before that. I stringed through the memories again, trying to surface what had happened before Fang dragged a poor, drunken me back home.

I could remember...

Me teasing him...

And...

"Fuck." I shot up in bed, oblivious to the pain. I glanced at my phone. He still hadn't replied. It was no good. Fang always replied, and five entire minutes were just too long. I had kissed him. And he regretted it. And now he was avoiding me.

What a bummer.

I leapt out of bed and threw on a navy jumper over the vest I had been sleeping in, ignoring my pink pyjama bottoms and pulling on some Ugg boots before running across the road to their house. Fuck... I had done it now. I had got myself drunk and made out with my best friend. And it wasn't the first time either! I seemed to be on a roll with this whole kiss-Fang-when-you-don't-have-anything-better-to-do thing. I leant my head against the door, waiting for an answer after I rung the bell.

The door was flung open and I found myself staring down at a smiling Angel. I returned the smile slightly impatiently.

"Um... hey, Ange. Is your brother in?"

Angel shook her head. "Uh-uh." I felt my heart sink. Crap. "He went that way." She pointed down the road. "Ten minutes ago. He couldn't have gone far. He was walking like a snail."

I grinned. "Thanks kid."

"Hey, Max."

"Yeah?"

Angel smiled shyly at me. "I'm glad you and Fang are friends again. You two were always meant to be together."

I bit my lip and forced a smile. "Yeah, I hope we stay friends, Ange."

I raced off down the road in the direction she had pointed, waving my arm as a goodbye as I went. I had to find Fang. I had to apologize quickly. I couldn't keep kissing him like this. It was crazy. I kept walking straight, glancing to my left and right every now and then to check Fang wasn't hiding in some forgotten alleyway, considering breaking off our friendship forever because I was just too much of a handful.

I sighed and slowed down. I hadn't seen him yet. I hadn't seen anyone yet. Where was everybody? It was the middle of the freaking day!

Then...

Then I saw a flash of green.

I quickened the pace of my walking to follow the person dressed in the green jumper... it was a guy... with dark floppy hair... a familiar stride...

Oh, who am I kidding. We all know who it was.

"Fang!" I called out, running to catch him up. My heart quickened. Fang turned around, and an odd expression crossed his face before he stopped walking, hands in his pockets, and stood, waiting until I was directly opposite him.

"Hi." I murmured.

"Hey." He offered me a small, tired smile.

Best get it out quickly, then. He obviously wasn't in the mood for hedging.

"Listen." I sucked in a deep breath. "I've been acting like a total idiot lately. Just... you know, kissing you, running away, getting drunk, kissing you..."

I trailed off. Fang was staring at me, his deep eyes drilling holes into my face. His entire stance was expressionless. I couldn't get any reaction off him at all.

"So..." I sighed. "I'm sorry. For being an idiot. And for-"

"Shut up, Max."

I stared at him. He groaned quietly and dragged a hand down his face slowly.

"Max..." He sighed and looked down at the ground. "I don't want you to apologize. I don't need you to."

"Um..." I struggled to find something intelligent to say, but draw a blank there folks!

Fang took a step forward. I couldn't help noticing how close we were. How I could feel his breath tickle my face. I swallowed hard.

"I wanted you to."

It took a while for that message to sink in. He wanted me to. He wanted me to!

"You wanted me to?" I muttered idiotically.

Fang grinned momentarily before closing the small gap between us and taking my face in his hands. He brushed his thumb across my jaw line gently and I found myself getting lost in the depths of his black eyes. I forced myself to continue breathing.

Then I stopped breathing altogether.

Because Fang moved his head impossibly closer to mine, and pressed his lips against my own.

For the first time, Fang started the kiss. And I felt my legs wobble, threatening to give away completely. His fingers grazed my cheek, making me shiver beneath his touch. I clutched onto the material at the front of his shirt for support, my mind reeling with questions that I couldn't voice because... my mouth... was busy...

Fang pulled away far too soon.

I stared at him, my breath coming out in wierd little pants. I half consciously lifted a hand to touch my swollen lips. Fang had kissed me.

Fang had kissed me.

Fang had kissed me!

"I think you need to make a choice, Max." He looked straight into my eyes for several moments, making my insides turn to jelly. Then, he turned around and started walking away from me. I felt my breath catch in my throat. What did he mean? What choice? There was no choice to make! It was clearly obvious what we had to do, right?

Kiss again!

But he was walking away from me. I stared at his retreating back.

He was ten metres away from me.

He had kissed me. Fang, Fang, my Fang had kissed me. Which only meant one thing.

He liked me. Fang wouldn't go around kissing people if he didn't like them, right? Well. He took Brigid home. But I was relatively sure he didn't kiss her. Who'd want to kiss that bimbo?

Breathe in.

Breath out.

So he likes me. Fine. I had kissed him. I had kissed him twice before. Which meant that... I liked him. I liked him a lot.

I liked the way his dark hair fell into his eyes. I liked the way he looked at me like he could guess every though running through my head without even trying. I liked the way he laughed. I liked the way his walked with a slight slouch. I liked the way he put his hands in his pockets when he didn't know what to do with them. I liked the way he touched my hand, making shivers run down my spine. I liked the way he cracked sarcastic jokes. I liked the way he was so quiet, but what he did say meant so much. I liked the way he treated Angel. The way he treated me.

Scratch that.

I didn't like him.

I loved him.

He was about to turn the corner. Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I quickly sped after him, all the thoughts that had been running through my mind drifting out like clouds. I didn't need to think. I needed to do something.

And fast.

I grabbed Fang's shoulder so he spun around to face me, a slightly startled expression on his flawless face. I swallowed hard before launching into my tirade.

"I don't need to make a choice." I said at last. "There's no choice to make. I have nothing to work out that I haven't already decided on."

He just looked at me.

"It's tricky being me." I laughed once. "I'm just so – stubborn. It's difficult for me to put down my feelings. I just-"

He was still just looking at me. God, his eyes. Those deep tunnels that ran on forever. I took a deep breath.

"I just know what I feel for you. I guess you could kind of guess. You know, what with me kissing you and everything..."

I trailed off. Fang had lowered his eyes to the ground now. I was hardly making sense. I was just rambling on about the crap that was flooding my brain right now. I needed to... what did I need to do? What should I do!

Fang raised his head to meet my gaze again.

I couldn't take it anymore.

With hardly any breath left in my lungs, I flung myself into his arms and attached my lips to his. I felt his hesitate slightly as I pressed against him, pouring out every emotion I had into that kiss. Slowly, though, Fang's arms wound around my waist and pulled me to him. I was balancing my weight on him now, an arm around his neck for balance, my feet hanging in the air. I felt out mouths move together perfectly and brought my free hand up to run through his soft, dark hair. I was running out of air by now, but I didn't care. I wanted to die like this. To die in his arms.

Fang was the one who had to pull away. I rested my forehead against his, sucking in air. He sighed.

"I think," I whispered softly, running a finger over his nose. "I think that's my answer."

FPOV

"I think that's my answer."

Fang stared at her. The kiss said it all. He felt the realisation weigh down on him like a ton of bricks.

Maximum Martinez liked him back.

Judging by the strength of that kiss, it might even be more than just like.

Fang stared into her soft brown eyes.

His eyes trailed down to look at her slightly swollen lips.

Christ.

Fang moved his hands from her waist to her head, pulled it back to him, and pressed his lips back to hers.

It felt like home.

THE END

I swear that's like the first time I have ever wrote those words for a proper story which I ACTUALLY FINISHED. Wow. That just proves how brilliant my reviewers are.

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