Hey, guys! Please do not skip the bottom because there is something very important down there that I cannot write up here because it would spoil what is in the stooory! So I'll let y'all get to it.

MAX

Four days had passed since Fang and I had written my bucket list.

Nothing really exciting happened, but don't get me wrong; some things on the list have been getting done!

We have been working with the music teacher, Miss Fitzgerald, and writing the songs that will appear on my Cancer Patient album... That's just a rough name, so no copy right yet. As for homecoming, Fang bought tickets with me and 'agreed' to escorting me there... and by agreed, I mean begged.

I hope he can feel the wicked smile I'm giving him right now.

As we approached the lady that day, she smiled as she looked up at us, asking if we were dating now. But me, being the smart ass that I am, replied saying something like this. "Oh, no, Ma'am. He's got a disease and this was his dying wish", and then loudly whispered, "Cancer patients. You know how they can get." She looked so uncomfortable that I'm still chuckling about it.

So pretty soon, (two weeks, actually), Fang and I will be going to homecoming together! Can I get a yee-haw?

As you are obviously aware, my book is already in the process of being written. The title is yet to be discovered, sadly. But hey! I've still got a little over 3 weeks, right?

So, yeah, like I said, I've had some pretty uneventful days. I set down my journal and picked up my laptop, Ronaldo. Don't ask about the name, but seriously... blame that weirdo Fang.

I was typing away on the letter I planned on sending to Ellen DeGeneres, who I'm sure you know unless you, y'know, live under a rock or something, when I heard the front door slam.

"Honey, I'm hooome!" I rolled my eyes and stifled a chortle.

"In here, Fang!" I shouted to my best friend. Fang walked in with a brown paper grocery bag stuffed to the top with... JUNK FOOD! From what I could see there were Twinkies, DiGiorno pizza, chocolate covered pretzels, and Strawberry Milkshake Poptarts.

"Mmmm! Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme! Fooood!" Fang laughed as I reached for the overflowing bag of heaven. I quickly snatched it to my chest and looked up at him, grumbling, "My precious. Mmm, yes, my precious."

I felt him plop down next to me on my bed and try to sneak a peak at what I was writing. I shook my head and he reached over to kiss my forehead.

"I'm glad you got your appetite back, Max." I sighed as I bit into one of the Twinkies.

"Mmm. Have no fear, Fnick! If heaven has Twinkies, then I will have no problem dealing with death." Fang looked away and I briefly caught a glimpse of what looked like hurt in his eyes. I quickly realized my mistake and my heart filled with regret faster than you could say 'Max is a jerk'.

"Except leaving you behind." Fang looked up and gave me a confused look as his chocolatey eyes stared into my own orbs of green. "I'll miss you too much. I don't want to leave you behind." Fang reached over and put his arms around me, and I leaned into his muscular figure. They contracted around my fragile body and I felt secure.

"You will never fully leave me. You will be with me every day for the rest of my life, Maximum. I promise you that." We sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes until Fang broke it. "So what are you writing anyway?" I laughed; ever the nosy-body.

"Writing my letter to Ellen."

"Ooh! Let me read it!" Fang proclaimed, suddenly very excited.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! First, make me my pizza." I caught his brief eye-roll and smacked him.

"Oh, come on, Max. Just let me r-"

"PIZZA, YOU!" Fang ruffled my hair and grabbed the cheese pizza from the bag.

"As you wish, Princess Buttercup," he said, pretending to quote Wesley from The Princess Bride.

About a half an hour later Fang came in with piping hot pizza on two plates and a root beer with two straws.

"Bon appetit, Signorina. Now, my letter, per favore." I handed Fang my laptop as I greedily sank my teeth into the deliciously greasy pizza he had made me. Forget anything bad I've ever said about him. He brought me pizza and therefore may flourish in all the wealths of Maximum. He then, however, began to read the letter aloud.

Dear Mrs. DeGeneres,
Can I just call you Ellen? No... Alright, Ellen, here's the thing. I'm dying. I'm a cancer patient who was given about a month to live, give or take. My best friend, Fang, helped me compose a bucket list of things that I would like to accomplish during this month, and being on your show was one of those bullets. So I guess what I'm asking is... Would you let me be on your show for a day? I promise I won't bore you too much, (ignore Fang's drool; he fell asleep from how boring this was... He is also a big jerk of a best friend.) I'll cause too much hell in the in-between if this doesn't happen, I'm afraid, because I am extremely determined to accomplish absolutely everything on this list. Then, excuse my French, but I will be obligated to haunt the fuck out of you.

Love the show!
Maximum Ride Martinez

"Wow.. Edgy, sophisticated, not really... But still very 'Max'. I like it. Bravo. Now, when you're done, we have plans if you remember!" I looked up from my pizza, a long string of cheese hanging from my open mouth.

"Shit, I forgot. What are we doing again?" I slurped up my cheese and Fang wiped my chin of all grease and sauce, chuckling.

"Well, darling Max, get ready to cross some things off of your bucket list, because we have a full schedule for today."

I could tell that this was going to be one eventful Saturday afternoon.

Sorry it's short! I'm just really tired and out of it, so I figured I could use another filler chapter. So sorry, especially since the last one was a tad random. To be honest, I've actually had a really bad headache and a really hard time focusing because there's this weird lump on the back of my head that really, reallyhurts. I don't even know where it came from, but it really sucks, let me tell you. So I hope you like what I've set up so far! They are going to get done... three things in this one day I believe, but don't hold me to that. Also, I have a question! Can y'all review with possible book titles and music album names? Thank you loves! I really can't write the story without them, and my brain is having such a hard time functioning lately. But I'll let you guys go and review and I'm gonna curl up in a ball and die. I love every single one of you!

Love and 10-year-crushes,
Abby