Chapter 33

Disclaimer: I don't—Norbert don't eat that! Come back here! That's my candy! *loud crunching noise* And he eats it. *sigh* I don't own MR. *turns and yells* You owe me Norbert! I'm going to start going through your candy stash! *Norbert growls* Or not.

A/N

Me: Hey guys! Thank you so much for the votes, but the voting booths are still open! So please keep voting! Also thank you to the people who are now following me on Instagram! You guys rock! If you are interested in following me to see new ideas, games, and possible covers for future stories my username is WanderingAngel97, the same as it is on Fanfiction. Hope to see you guys there! For more information on it go look at the last chapter, Author's Note Number 4.

BFF: Okay, now that we're done with that update—

Me: Let's play a game!

BFF: We should play Truth or Dare with the Flock!

Me: Absolutely!

BFF: Gang! Get in here!

Me: Please review and join in! You can ask anyone of us, Max, Fang, Iggy, Ella, Nudge, Gazzy, Angel, BFF, or me to either tell a truth or do a dare. (Though for security reasons, I cannot tell you truths as to what my real name is or where Gabby or I live. My dad is very paranoid about these kinds of things, actually he's who I am basing Jeb off of in this story, but that's off topic. If I told you guys what my real name was or where I live my dad would probably lock me up in a windowless room for the rest of my life with no computer, which would really suck because I wouldn't be able to update.)

BFF: Let the games begin!

Fang's POV

Max and Fang graduated high school yesterday, and today they were going to get married. Why did they wait? Well, let's just say that was part of the deal Fang made with Max's father when he asked him for his permission to marry his daughter. Now don't hate on Mr. Ride. He had good intentions. He wanted to protect his daughter, and after Dylan, what father wouldn't take precautions?

I would.

Fang and Max stayed engaged for a year. Everyone gossiped about it at school. Frankly the rumors Bridget Dwyer (I decided to put her in the story, she's a half a year older than Max and Fang) would spread about the two of them were disgusting. Thankfully Bridget was notorious as a rumor spreader, so nobody really listened to her.

A few of the rumors were that Max was pregnant with Fang's baby. She wasn't. Max and Fang kissed a lot, but they'd never done that.

There were other rumors that Max was cheating on him, probably started by the girls at school who still wanted to get together with Fang, even though he was engaged. This annoyed him to no end. How could anybody stoop so low?

Fang never believed the rumors, not because he was cocky and stuck up, but because he trusted Max. She wouldn't put him through that. She loved him. He knew that, and she knew that he loved her.

Of course there were also rumors that Fang was cheating on Max, most of those were started by Sam, the school jock. He's been after Max ever since he moved here, which was about nine months ago. He even brought flowers to her house and asked her if they could go on a date. Fang seethed at the thought of it. She'd said no, of course, but she was still nice to him. Though, she did admit to Fang, in private, that Sam was creeping her out.

The day after that at baseball practice Fang was on the pitcher's mound and Sam was catcher. Fang threw the ball just a little too fast and—well, let's just say Sam was doubled over in pain clutching the family jewels by the end of it.

Fang smirked at the memory. Good times.

There were those days, in the months after their engagement, when Max, the great, mighty, powerful, unbreakable Max, would come over to his house crying her heart out. She had horrible nightmares about Dylan and Fang. They would wake her up in the middle of the night and she would rush over to make sure it had all been a dream. To make sure Fang wasn't dead.

After a while Max's father, distressed by Max's screams that would wake him in the middle of the night, decided to allow Fang to sleep over at the Rides' house, as he seemed to be the only one who could comfort her. Of course, like any good father, he made the two sleep in the living room and made sure they fell asleep before heading to bed himself, leaving the bedroom door open to keep an eye on them.

Those were the most rest-filled nights of Fang's life.

Fang worried about Max too, but unlike Max, he had a spy living in her house to look after her, A.K.A Iggy. Though he had to admit, he felt better when he was with her himself, watching over her.

Now, today, the day he and Max had been waiting for was finally here. Today was the day they were going to get married. Fang couldn't help but grin like an idiot as he headed for the chapel with Iggy, his best man, in the side seat of his Mustang.

The car came to a stop at a red light. Fang's mind wandered to Max and he imagined her in that white wedding gown. He sighed contently. Beautiful. In his mind, she twirled around, catching the light from the sun and gleaming like a rare jewel. He closed his eyes, taking in the full picture.

"HONK!" The car behind them growled angrily.

Fang opened his eyes and saw that the light was green. Oops. Sorry. He moved forward and continued onward to the church.

"Dude, quit fantasizing about my sister, it's creepy." Iggy complained loudly.

"How do you know I'm fantasizing about her?" Fang inquired with a smile on his face.

"Who else would you be sighing like a hopeless romantic for?"

"Good point."

Fang turned right down the street. There was about a half a mile's distance between the chapel and where they were.

"Anyways, why can't I fantasize about her?" Fang asked, taking a left down another street. "I love her. She loves me. We're engaged, and we're about to get married."

"Well, first of all, we're driving and your fantasies could wind us up in the hospital if your not paying attention to the road, which you aren't.—" Iggy began.

"Hey, I'm paying attention now!" Fang protested.

"No, you are arguing with me now." Iggy replied. "Second, you are getting married. You're not married yet, save those fantasies for the honeymoon—"

"Hey! Dude, no. I wasn't thinking about that. I was thinking about how beautiful she was going to be in her dress." Fang said, pulling into the church parking lot.

"Oh." Iggy intelligently (haha lol) replied. "Well, I was going to say 'Third, I'm her brother.' Or something like that, but in this case I'll just say: She will look awesome, but save fantasizing about her for when you are in the passenger seat, not the driver's. It'd be a shame if you didn't make it to the wedding on time because you got in a car wreck, which reminds me, we have about twenty minutes to get you fully ready so hustle your butt on up there."

Fang and Iggy got out of the car and ran up to the church. Most of the guests had already arrived. Fang flung on his black jacket. His dress shirt, tie, and pants were already on.

That's all he needed right? Just the suit and he was ready to go. Oh, no. No, no, no. He was supposed to be here forty minutes ago so Nudge could dress him up like a Barbie doll. But Fang had accidently lost track of time.

Who could blame him? Nudge was scary when she was playing dress-up.

They burst through the doors and were immediately met up with the Motormouth herself.

"Where the heck have you two been?" She yelled at them, catching the attention of a few guests. Fang guided them to the back of the church where they could speak more privately.

"I have been looking for you guys for over an hour!" Nudge whisper-screamed at them.

"Hey, we were only supposed to get here forty minutes ago." Fang pointed out.

"Exactly! You're late!" Nudge fumed. "Now get back to the dressing room so I can get a look at you."

She led the boys to another room and immediately began her work on them, starting with Fang.

Nudge brushed his hair hurriedly and roughly. "Ow!" Fang complained.

"If you had gotten here earlier I could have taken my time." She reminded, finishing with his hair and turning him around abruptly. She ran her hands down his jacket quickly, smoothing it out, and then she turned around and picked up a white rose.

She quickly and precisely pinned it to his jacket. Then she took a step back to observe him. She nodded to herself. "Perfect!" She exclaimed before pushing Fang out of the room. "Now go, get to the altar! And remember, no funny business! Don't go trying to catch a peek at Max in her wedding dress, you'll bring bad luck!"

Fang rolled his eyes at her and left the room. He didn't believe in superstition. Though he would never walk under a ladder, what if it broke? Fang didn't like ladders. They teetered too much for his liking.

He smirked to himself and then headed for the other dressing room, where Max would be.

Bad luck? Fang didn't believe in bad luck, in fact he didn't really believe in luck at all. Or at least he didn't believe in the notion that certain superstitious acts could bring either bad or good luck.

After all, he did believe that he was the luckiest man on earth.

Why? Because he had Max, and Max was everything.

A/N

Me: So tell me what you think guys! Btw Happy Birthday Katelyn! Hope you have a great day!

Max: I can't believe you are making us play Truth or Dare!

Fang: Can't you call it off?

Me: Nope *popping the p*

Fang: Please?

BFF: Is the dark and emotionless Fang begging?

Fang: *death glare*

BFF: *theater voice* Your death glares have no effect on me! For I am invincible!

Me: BFF?

BFF: *returns to normal voice* Oh? Yeah, Wander?

Me: Are you practicing for Broadway?

BFF: No. I'm being funny.

Me: Okay.

BFF: *mutters under breath* Heckler.

Me: Huh? What was that BFF?

BFF: Nothing.

Me: Well anyways, please review, check out my account on Instagram, and don't forget to play Truth or Dare!

BFF: We'll see you next chapter!

Me: That saying is seriously getting old!