A/N: Sorry I didn't update yesterday I wanted to but I seriously wasn't home at all. I woke up and didn't stop doing things until like midnight. I didn't have it in me to update, I'm sorry. Anyway here's chapter 25! The whole Max saying she loves Fang will be addressed next chapter so don't get too excited. Oh and just for the people who are curious about how long this story is we're about half way. So you can expect another 25 chapters. Hopefully you're excited about that.

Max spent our entire ride to the football game talking to me about everything and anything. When she would settle down into a silence or ask me a question I would just get her talking again and my car would be filled with her voice again.

"I just don't understand why people even bother going to concerts with music they hate," she told me. "Mostly they just do it to get drunk, but that doesn't make any sense. I figure if you want to get drunk you should get drunk, there's no point in torturing yourself with music you hate as an excuse."

She stopped after that and when I looked over she was staring at me seeming to be in deep thought.

"Fang?" She asked.

"Yeah?" I questioned.

"Did you really like her?" She asked me sheepishly. "Lissa, I mean. Did you really like her?"

I snuck a glance over at Max to see her looking down in her lap.

"Not that much," I responded. Max snapped her head up to look at me.

"I didn't mean to freak like that," she mumbled. "You can date her if you want."

"Thanks for the permission," I told her sarcastically.

"You know what I mean," she huffed. "You can go out with her if you want and I promise I won't make a big deal out of it this time."

Here she was pretending she didn't like me and I was pretending too. Why am I doing this to myself?

"I didn't even have fun anyway," I told her.

"Why not?" Max asked.

"It was just in this stuffy restaurant and I just wasn't interested in what she had to say or anything," I said. "Plus she didn't even want to order desert. That was what I was excited for really. I mean a fancy restaurant has got to have awesome desert right?"

"I wouldn't know," Max said and when I looked over she was beaming at me in the way that always made me happy.

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Max cheered the entire game. Half the time I didn't even know the score and I didn't care to, I was just happy she was here. I just watched her smile and jump up happily if something good happened or scream in protest at something bad. When it ended I barely even noticed until she stood up and collected the beer she had scammed out of the kid working one of the food places.

So we walked out of the stadium together and into the busy city streets. Max reached over and grabbed my hand. I looked over at her but she was looking straight ahead.

"I hate the city," she finally mumbled. "It's to packed here. I feel closed in."

"It's ok you can hold my hand when you're scared," I whispered in her ear tauntingly. Then she dropped my hand and I regretted it.

"I'm not scared," she defended quickly.

"Ok."

"I'm serious," she was getting annoyed.

"I know," I told her. "I figured you weren't a city girl anyway."

"It's not that I actually hate the city I just hate all the people, it makes me crazy," she told me. She must've gotten over what I said or either decided to swallow her pride because she grabbed my hand again. I didn't make fun of her again. I didn't want to risk her taking her hand away from mine again.

"You want to get a coffee?" I asked her stopping at what appeared to be a coffee shop.

"I hate coffee," she told me and then she turned into the shop pulling me with her.

The place was nearly empty and only one bored looking teenager stood behind the counter. He straightened up the second he saw us walking up.

"I'll get a chocolate chip cookie and a large hot chocolate with whipped cream," Max told the boy.

"I'll get a coffee, cream and sugar," I told him.

"What size?" He asked.

"Biggest you've got," I told him. I pulled my wallet from my back pocket and took out a twenty.

The guy went back and made our stuff and then came back and handed it to us. I paid him and quickly shoved my change into my wallet. Max didn't take my hand again as we left. She had a cookie in one hand and her hot chocolate in the other.

"Cookie good?" I asked her as we walked down the streets towards the parking garage.

"Eh, not nearly soft enough," she told me. "Could be a little less sweet too. It's like they stuck chocolate chips in a sugar cookie, a mess all together."

"A yes or no was what I was looking for," I told her with a smile.

"I'm on a quest, Fang," she told me completely serious.

"What's the quest?" I asked her.

"To find the best chocolate chip cookies on Earth," she told me.

"Have you found them yet?" I asked her.

"I don't know," she told me kicking a rock on the sidewalk. "I won't be able to say it until right before I die. It's a lifelong quest."

That's the moment I fell in love with Maximum Ride. It wasn't the moment she kissed me. It wasn't the moment she said hello. It wasn't on her birthday when she told me she loved me after a couple beers. It was this moment. The moment Maximum Ride walked down the sidewalk of the busy city streets eating a chocolate chip cookie. Her shoulder brushed my arm and she told me of her lifelong quest to find the best chocolate chip cookies. In that moment, I didn't see the bright city lights or the hundreds of people walking. I only saw Max's small smirk and her bright eyes as she ate her cookie and licked whipped cream from her steaming hot chocolate.

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