OK! This is the fixed chapter, and I want to thank those reviewers who told me about the little problem. This is the FULL and COMPLETE VERSION, the very last chapter of this story! For those of you who didn't want an Epilogue, you don't have to read it, but I would love it if you did!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride. The legendary J.P. does!

Epilogue

One and a half year later during World tour….

Max Pov.

Ok. We are getting ready for our concert- the last one of our World tour.

The band has done really well. Nudge and Ella have done a fantastic coordinating everything- press, flights, apparel wear, and other stuff that I can't think of right now.

The concert is in about thirty minutes, and I haven't seen Fang anywhere.

You know, he's been acting strange. Ever since we've landed in Paris, he's been wanting to go…shopping. Yeah. Shopping. Something he and I both hate and hardly ever do.

But not with me though, because according to him, every time we shop except to get groceries, I give him headaches.

Pshhh. As if.

So, here's something weird.

Ella made me wear a dress.

And don't give me that "that's not weird" talk.

No, I usually wear pants or shorts for concerts, but today, the practically forced me into the dress.

I'm not exaggerating either.

Ella designed it, actually. It's kind of cute. Its light blue, light floral patterns and a brown belt with it. Along with her custom made white sandals.

Speaking of Ella, did you know she and Iggy are engaged?

Yeah, they're having their wedding when we get back to the states.

Did you know Iggy proposed to Ella in Venice, Italy?

And it so happens that I gave him the tip that that's where her dream proposal spot is. He proposed to her in a restaurant of course, did a big speech, embarrassed her, and made her cry.

Tears of joy, of course.

And Nudge and Gazzy are engaged as well. Gazzy proposed to her in Sydney, Australia at one of our concerts. It was really cool. It was outside and it was beautiful, and it was really nice.

Wow. My friends have great guys.

It's also kind of annoying though. Nudge and Ella LOVE to show off their engagement rings.

And I don't have one.

You catch my drift?

I think Fang has sensed my slight annoyance with this, even though I am good at hiding it.

He just knows me too well.

How I know he knows?

Because he's different. He kisses me more than usual, always waking me up with a "good morning my beautiful" and give me a goodnight kiss with a "sleep well my love."

I mean, he does that, but not too often.

Here are some other weird things he's done lately:

He's shown lots of affection, not that he doesn't already nor am I complaining, but see, we're not big fans of PDA, especially in public, but nowadays, he has no problem kissing me or holding my hand in front of the cameras. Even when we went on the Today Show to talk our new Album coming out, he gave me frequent kisses during the interview.

And see, it's so strange that even Matt Lower pointed it out.

Fang just replied, "I love this girl, that's all."

Again, not that I'm complaining.

He's been very secretive and quiet.

I mean he's quiet, but not this quiet.

And, he's been wanting to go shopping. Yes- shopping. The dreaded part of life that he and I both hate.

But he's actually wanted to do it.

And here's the thing.

He's never wanted me to go along.

He has different excuses. His top favorites are "you hate shopping," or "Shopping gives you a headache" or better yet "I love you, but I can do this on my own."

Ugh. The little twerp.

But I love him.

Anyways.

The concert.

Is in twenty minutes.

And Nudge and Ella are still fussing over my hair.

"I still think it should be straight."

"Nudge, how many times to I tell you. This concert is important! Her hair needs to be curled!"

"How about my famous ponytail?" I pipe up.

"NO!" Nudge and Ella scream at the same time.

I roll my eyes.

"How about…we straighten her bangs and curl her hair?"

Ella grins at Nudge. "That could work. Nudge my friend, you are a genius!"

They get to work. My hair is pulled and brushed into perfection.

I look in the small mirror Nudge hands me.

Huh. Not that bad.

"Good work," I say.

Nudge and Ella beam.

I look at the clock.

Fifteen minutes.

"Guys, I've got to go."

"Wait!"

Nudge sprays me with perfume (known to me and Fang as toxic gas), making me choke and cough, and Ella puts on an infinity necklace Fang gave me for my birthday.

I roll my eyes. "Can I go now?"

"Yes, but be careful with the nail polish! It may not be dry yet!"

I look at my white painted nails.

"I think they're dry," I say.

"Just be careful," Nudge insists.

"Fine," I sigh.

I leave the dressing room and go to where the guitars are lined up backstage.

The guys and Angel are there waiting.

Angel gives me a giant hug. "You look so beautiful Max!"

I smile. "Thanks Angel and you look gorgeous too!"

"Maximum Ride. You are wearing a dress."

"Shut up Iggy."

"Iggy. Be nice. I designed that dress, and you'd better like it on her." Ella says, she and Nudge coming up to join us.

Iggy grabs Ella by the waist and gives her a quick kiss.

"You look lovely," he says.

Ella pecks him on the cheek. "Thanks babe."

"You guys are on in five minutes, be ready." Jeff says, coming to join us. "What song are you starting out with?"

"I need your love. Love, you look stunning." Fang says, walking up to us and sliding an arm around my waist with a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks Fang. Are you sure you wanna start with that song? I mean, I don't think I'm prepared to sing that today." I ask, looking up at him, tilting my head and batting my eyelashes, giving him my cute-flirtatious- look.

He likes that look. A lot.

Fang grins and leans his head down so his lips meet mine. He kisses me, pulling apart very slowly so his teeth can take their sweet time on my lower lip.

See what I mean. He cannot say no to my awesome look. It's better than Angel's bambi eyes.

Anyways.

Fang tilts his head upwards, the way he does when he's mulling his options out.

"Fine."

"Why wasn't this decided before?" Jeff asks, giving him an annoyed look.

"Sorry. She's the boss," Fang says.

I smirk in triumph. To be honest, I don't really like singing that song.

"How about La La Land?" I ask.

"You sure?" Gazzy asks.

"Yeah, it'll be fun," I say.

"Well, you haven't practiced it much." Angel says, tuning her guitar.

"Guys. I got this." I insist.

"You gonna wing it?"

I look at Fang. "What'd you think?"

Fang smiles and kisses my temple. "Did I ever tell you how sexy your legs look in that dress?" He murmurs in my ear. I shudder at the warm breath that tickles my skin.

I grin and shove him. "Shuddup," I mumble.

"Ok, you guys are on."

Angel strums her guitar, Iggy twirls his sticks, cracking his neck, and Gazzy cracks his knuckles and jaw.

I shrill my voice and roll my tongue. I sing each octave, starting from the lowest note I can and go to the top. Fang does the same.

I roll my head and crack my knuckles.

"Ok. Let's do this."

The lights are dark onstage so Iggy, Gazzy and Angel can take their places on stage.

I grab Fang's hand.

"You ready?" Fang asks.

"Born ready," I reply.

Angel starts with a hard, upbeat chord and Iggy follows with a steady rhythm. Gazzy is manning the keyboard and an electric guitar, which he uses to back up Angel. I take my cue and walk onto the stage singing the first verse.

I am confident, but I still have my moments

Baby, that's just me

I'm not a supermodel, I still eat, eat at Ronald's

Baby, that's just me

Gazzy uses the pause to turn and strum quickly on a harp beside him. I do a little twirl and continue singing, walking to the cheering crowd.

Wow. We've got a lot of people here tonight. I continue to sing, my words as clear as a bell.

Well, some may say I need to be afraid

Of losing everything, because of where I

Had my start and where I made my name

Well, everything's the same in the La La Land machine

Machine, machine

Who said I can't wear my Converse with my dress?

Well baby, that's just me

Who said I can't be single and have to go out and mingle

Baby, that's not me, no, no

Angel hits hard on the guitar and I smile at the beautiful sound of her guitar.

Well, some may say I need to be afraid

Of losing everything, because of where I

Had my start and where I made my name

Well, everything's the same in the La La Land

I crouch down and sing softly and slowly rise at the last words.

Tell me do you feel the way I feel

'Cause nothing else is real in the La La Land appeal

Angel and Gazzy give a little guitar solo and I turn and walk back to them. I turn back to the audience and at the very last line, I raise my hand into a fist.

Well, some may say I need to be afraid

Of losing everything, because of where I

Had my start and where I made my name

Well, everything's the same in the La La Land machine

Well, I'm not gonna change in the La La Land machine

I will stay the same in the La La Land

Machine, machine, machine

I walk up center stage and sing while Angel and Gazzy echo me.

I won't change anything in my life

(I won't change anything in my life)

I'm staying myself tonight

(I'm staying myself tonight)

I finish the song and the audience erupts with cheers.

The next song, Every Day, is sung by Fang and I play the acoustic guitar and harmonize with him. It's a good song. My favorite part is when he takes my hand at the end of the song and kisses it. We do some more songs; Lights, Just to see you Smile, the Great Escape, and I'm yours.

Okay, that's it. The concert is finished. I am about to say something to the crowd about coming out and seeing us, but Fang beats me to it.

"Thank you guys, as always, for coming to see us! I personally think this has been one of the best nights ever!"

You got that right. We rocked!

Fang continues. "I have two more songs before we're finished. The first one I wrote, and the second is written by my good friend Bruno Mars."

I turn to him and give him a look of confusion. I turn to the band to find them grinning. I give them a questioning look, but their grins only broaden.

That's strange. I think there's something I'm missing.

"Before I sing, I'd like to introduce our managers, Ella and Nudge," Fang introduces.

Nudge and Ella come out onto the stage, waving and beaming at the attention they are getting. They walk up to me and Fang and smile.

Fang gestures to the two girls, "these two girls have out done themselves. They have coordinated everything from concerts to dinner schedules. They are the ones who not only designed the cover label of our last album, Every Day, but also our outfits and apparel that's sold in stores. Everybody, give these ladies a round of applause."

The crowd obliges and cheers really loud.

And you know what?

I'm still standing here confused, because this wasn't on the schedule I received, and I would like to know what the hell's going on.

You can tell I'm getting a little frustrated.

Ella and Nudge back away to the band and they grab…instruments? I thought they wouldn't perform with us, just manage us.

Huh. Yeah, I'm definitely missing something.

Fang continued to speak. "Ladies and Gentlemen, before I sing you the last song of the night, there is one that you all know, and it's called Count on Me."

Ella quickly walks up to me and takes my mic out of my hands so I'm left standing here on the stage, on live TV, in front of hundreds and thousands of people, looking out of place.

I want my mic back.

Iggy starts off with and upbeat rhythm with Gazzy on the bongo drums and Ella playing light chords on the keyboard. Nudge and Angel play the melody on the guitars, Nudge playing acoustic.

Fang starts singing, turning to glance at me.

I'm still standing wondering what the heck is going on. But I like the tune he sings. And he sings it well.

If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea,
I'll sail the world to find you
If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see,
I'll be the light to guide you

Jeff hurries out with a chair and plops it down and places me in the chair, facing a screen above the band.

It's a slide show. Of us. All of us, growing up, from my baby pictures to the most recent pictures.

Find out what we're made of
When we are called to help our friends in need

There are now pictures of my mother's funeral, and then it moves to my thirteenth birthday with Nudge and Ella.

You can count on me like 1 2 3
I'll be there
And I know when I need it I can count on you like 4 3 2
And you'll be there
Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah

There's a few photos of Nudge, Ella, and I ganging up on Fang during a water balloon fight.

I barely remember that event. Much less any photos being taken of it.

Wooooh, Wooooh
yeah, Yeah

There are pictures of me and Angel playing house; I'm the mommy, Angel's the daughter, and Fang's the dog.

I laugh at the picture.

Fang still sings, and I turn to him and he's right beside me, taking my hand in his and tugging on it so I'm up and out of my chair. He twirls me into his arms and holds me, still singing. I watch the slide show.

If you toss and you turn and you just can't fall asleep
I'll sing a song
beside you
And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me
Everyday I will
remind you

Ohh
Find out what we're made of
When we are called to help our friends in need

Fang twirls me back so I'm out of his arms and I sit back down in the chair, continuing to watch the slide show.

This is really neat. But I don't understand what the point of this is.

You can count on me like 1 2 3
I'll be there
And I know when I need it I can count on you like 4 3 2
You'll be there
Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah

The slide show shows pictures of the mascaraed ball of me and Fang kissing and of me tackling Iggy for stealing my bacon (I was not happy when he did that) and there are many of just Fang and I having our moments.

Wooooh, Wooooh
Yeah, Yeah

You'll always have my shoulder when you cry
I'll never let go
Never say goodbye

I turn to Fang and cock my head to the side in a questioning gesture as to why this is happening.

You can count on me like 1 2 3
I'll be there
And I know when I need it I can count on you like 4 3 2
You'll be there
Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah

Wooooh, Wooooh
you can count on me cos' I can count on you

Fang ends the song and the audience cheers and I smile and run up to him and tackle him in a hug.

Good thing he anticipated that, or I would have brought us to the ground.

He sets me down and smiles and turns to the audience.

"I love this girl, don't you guys?" Fang holds the mic out to the audience and they scream in response.

I look down at my shoes, my cheeks burning.

Fang takes my hand and leads me to the left of the stage.

"This next and last song is called….wait…naw, I'm not gonna tell you. It'll be a surprise. But don't worry. It's good."

Iggy starts off with a beat and Gazzy plays along, hitting a bell in rhythm. Angel and Nudge start their part and Ella goes off on her keyboard, using her sound effects key.

This song has a good upbeat to it.

Fang begins his song, and I'm left standing there with my mic alone, without knowing what to sing. There are dancers that come up on the stage, starting out in a small number, but gradually getting bigger. They dance to the lyrics.

(Marry You, by Bruno Mars.)

It's a beautiful night

We're looking for something dumb to do

Hey baby

I think I wanna marry you

Fang sings, glancing at me while following some of the moves the dancers do.

Is it the look in your eyes

Or is it this dancing juice?

Who cares, baby

I think I wanna marry you

This is a nice song….

Well, I know this little chapel

On the boulevard we can go

No one will know

Oh, come on girl

Fang Pov. (I switched it up on ya'll!)

I love Max. I always have. She is the most perfect woman for me, and I can't imagine life without her. I created this song for her, this performance is for her, just like I want my life to be for her. Call me crazy or irrational for proposing to the love of my life on National TV, but I want to prove to her that I am willing to go all out and I am not afraid or ashamed for her to be with me forever. I do like that confused, calmly look on her face. Its soothing…

Who cares if we're trashed

Got a pocket full of cash we can blow

Shots of patron

And it's on, girl

Don't say no, no, no, no, no

Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And we'll go, go, go, go, go

If you're ready, like I'm ready

'Cause it's a beautiful night

We're looking for something dumb to do

Hey baby

I think I wanna marry you

Max Pov.

Ok, so, this whole time, I've been focusing on Fang's gorgeous eyes and not on the song, until I heard the words "Chapel" and "Marry you." Ok, I am completely at a loss here….

Fang continues to sing beautifully here. The band does this song very well. How come I didn't get to be part in it?

Is it the look in your eyes

Or is it this dancing juice?

Who cares, baby

I think I wanna marry you

I'll go get a ring

Let the choir bells sing like

Ooh, so what ya wanna do?

Let's just run, girl

If we wake up and you

Wanna break up, that's cool

No, I won't blame you

It was fun, girl

The dancers dance around me then when Fang says "break up," they disperse around me but far, continuing their pretty cool dance.

Don't say no, no, no, no, no

Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And we'll go, go, go, go, go

If you're ready, like I'm ready

'Cause it's a beautiful night

We're looking for something dumb to do

Hey baby

I think I wanna marry you

Fang Pov.

Max looks funny when the dancers are dancing around her and bringing her over to me in the middle of the stage.

Oh God, please, please, please, say yes…

Is it the look in your eyes

Or is it this dancing juice?

Who cares, baby

I think I wanna marry you

Max Pov.

Wha… this…what? Me?

Just say I do

Tell me right now, baby

Tell me right now, baby, baby

Fang Pov.

Please….please say yes. Marry Me Maximum Ride, my forever love…

I sound sappy. But then again, I don't really care.

I start to kneel down on one knee, and pull out the engagement ring I've been shopping for here in Paris.

Please say yes…

Just say I do

Tell me right now, baby

Tell me right now, baby, baby, oh

Max Pov.

Oh. My God. Fang's getting down on one knee! He's…..oh God, OH GOD! He's…..

I am speechless. I can't stop my mouth from dropping open and my hands fly to my face, cupping my mouth and nose, and tears start to form in the corners of my eyes.

Tears of joy, of course.

It's a beautiful night

We're looking for something dumb to do

Hey baby

I think I wanna marry you

Fang Pov.

Oh no. She's crying. She's crying! Is that good? Or bad? Does she not love me? Does she love me?

I continue to sing the last words, still holding the ring out to her.

Please marry me. 'Cause I wanna marry you.

Is it the look in your eyes

Or is it this dancing juice

Who cares, baby

I think I wanna marry you

Max Pov.

Fang finishes his song, and the crowd's wild cheers get wilder. The dancers crowd around us and The band comes up to join us. My hands are still in their previous position.

He wants to marry me?

Me….getting married?

I didn't know that was possible.

But…

"Maximum Ride," Fang starts, his voice shaky. He's nervous. "I love you more than anything in this world. You are the joy to my day and you are there when I needed it. You are strong, determined, stubborn, beautiful, and you are my best friend. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. So, Maximum Ride, will you, marry me?"

The crowd goes silent in awaiting the answer.

Yes.

I choose yes.

The tears are still rolling down my face and the simple but powerful word is stuck in my throat.

I slowly nod.

Yes.

Fang Pov.

Oh my….she said yes. She said yes! Ah hah! Yes! She said yes!

I smile and she hands me her left hand and I put the ring on her ring finger. She smiles broadly and I stand up and scoop her up into a tight hug and twirl her around a couple times.

She said yes.

Max Pov.

Fang puts on the ring and he twirls me around and sets me down. I lean up to kiss him, to which he doesn't complain. The crowd is going wild and everyone on stage is jumping up and I am just so….happy.

I'm really happy.

We part from our kiss, only to be touching foreheads.

"Hey Fang?" I murmur, my arms snaking around his neck and his tightly around my waist.

"Hm?" Fang says, his eyes closed.

"Yes. I will marry you."

Fang's eyes snap open, and his black eyes bore into my brown ones.

"What?"

"Yes. I will marry you."

Fang smiles. "Good….good…"

We kiss again.

Man, this guy who is now my fiancé, might I add, proposed to me on national television. Looks like if he's got the balls to do that then he's definitely got what it takes to live with me. Because I'm difficult.

But then again he probably knows that.

And which is why I think its so great that he still loves me, even though I have my faults.

We break away from our kiss.

"Hey Max?"

"Yeah Fang?"

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"I love you most."

"I love you to infinity and beyond. You can't beat that."

"Max, I love you more than life itself. I love you so much, that if you want me to bring you the moon, as cheesy as it sounds, I'll try my hardest to get it for you. I love you to infinity times infinity and beyond. Because there is nothing that I can't love about you. So shut up and kiss me."

"Fine."

And we are living what are the words…

Oh yeah.

Happily, Ever,

After.

~fly on~

So, I have to sources to thank. First of all, I got the concert idea and from Fluffy Bunnies Are So Cute and I got my inspiration that contributed to the dancing, trying to be Mob thing. It's a youtube video, called, "Marry You Bruno Mars Proposal Disneyland." Its an awesome video, so go check it out.

I have also Fluffy Bunnies Are So Cute for being the awesomest snapchat person EVER. And for yelling at me and making me update. I've been really busy and crap with new classes in school and stuff. So, yerp. The next two stories are being worked on, so, review! That is nice!

Also, just so I don't get yelled at about the song references, here's the list.

Songs:

Every Day, by Rascal Flatts.

La, La Land, by Demi Lovato.

I need your love, by Ellie Goulding.

Lights, by Ellie Goulding.

Just to See you Smile, by Tim Magraw.

The Great Escape, by Boys like Girls.

I'm Yours, by Jason Mraz.

Count on Me, by Bruno Mars.

Marry you, by Bruno Mars.

Love ya'll! You guys are awesome!

~giggles.