A/N: OK, since this story is gonna end soon, I decided to write a new story! So, I need your opinions. How would you like Fang with dimples?

Day 29: July 30, 2010

Max POV

I don't know what Fang and Lissa talked about, but something tells me it's about me. (OK, Fang told me they were talking about me.)

But what?

This curiousity is eating me up. It's eating me up!

When Fang practically shoved me inside the hallway, I got a full-frontal view of Lissa.

She's not actually bad-looking. She has this waist-length fiery red hair and grass green eyes. Also, fine brown freckles were sprayed all around her face. Like a pixie. If that ice-queen face was gone from her face, I would actually think she's nice and not nauseating.

Poor Fang. . . What was going on in his puny little mind when he was kissing her? Seriously!

I squinted my eyes and peered through the glass door. I heard Lissa asking Fang why he was avoiding her.

Girl, you're so stupid.

By the time Fang started asking Lissa, my bladder was so full of pee that I really got to go. Stupid bladder!

Anyway, after I peed, Fang was chuckling. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED? Why was he laughing?

Then, my stomach started rumbling. Ssh, stomach! I just fed you! And like always, I went to the vending machine and took out my dollar. Like this moment couldn't get any worse, the freakin' vending machine won't accept my dollar! I pounded on it and continued to curse. I later found out that my dollar was so wrinkly. Oops.

Two minutes later, Red-Haired Wonder was gone and Fang was standing there all alone.

I MISSED THE ENTIRE CONVERSATION!

I pretended not to look disappointed and furious because I don't Fang to see me jealous.

Whoa. Am I jealous? AM I?

NO, I'M DEFINITELY NOT JEALOUS!

"What did Red-Haired Wonder say?"

Fang just shrugged. Like it was nothing. "She interrogated me."

"About what?" On impulse, I held his hand. He looked down at me and met his dark intriguing eyes. I'm drowning in his eyes.

SHIT! Pretend I didn't say that!

He answered a minute later that I have to repeat my question.

"You."

Today, Fang wanted to walk on the beach.

Hand in hand.

We've been in this beach for almost four hours. To others, it might be a waste of time. To me, it's the best time ever.

I don't want it to end. I don't want it to end.

I really don't.

I mean, the moon is shining above us, we're holding hands, and Fang looks more handsome than ever!

DAMN IT! AAAH!

(A/N: From this point on, it's gonna be on Third Person POV.)

11:37 PM

Fang and Max lay on the sand; the sea water massaging their feet. Their hands are still entwined and they stare up in the sky.

"It's a starry night, isn't it?" Max turns her head to Fang and asks him.

"Yeah. Like Paris." Fang has an irresistible smirk on his face. Max frowns because she thinks he's so handsome when he smirks.

"Yeah, I do remember that night."

"Can you believe it's gonna end in 23 minutes?"

Max nods weakly. Truthfully, she has fallen for Fang. Though she doesn't know it yet.

"I'm tired. . ." Max points out.

"Do you want any drinks? It's just down the road."

Max nods. "Just apple juice." Fang stands up and lets go of her hand. Fang pats her head.

"Wait for me. . ." says Fang as he walks backwards.

Max bites her lower lip as she follows him with her eyes. Max turns around and began playing with the sand.

Twenty minutes later. . .

What is taking him so long? Max thought impatiently.

She stands up just as a stranger taps her shoulder.

Max immediately turns around, assuming it was Fang. But her face falls.

A stranger wearing a black hoodie tapped her shoulder.

"Are you a friend of Fang?" The black-hoodie guy asks Max.

Max frowns and says yes. "Why do you ask?" She clearly doesn't trust this guy.

Black-hoodie Guy seems to hesitate.

"A reckless drunken dude ran over Fang and he's critical in the hospital."

"How do you know this?" Max croaks. Her throat tightens as pictures of Fang bloody and broken circle her brain.

Black-hoodie Guy scratches the back of his head. "It happened right when I left the coffee shop. I quickly ran to him and asked if he's OK-"

"He's critical in the hospital and you asked him if he's OK? Are you stupid?" Max shouts at the top of her lungs.

"I was panicking! I didn't know what to do so I called 911."

"Then?"

"Then the ambulance arrived two minutes later and carried him on the stretcher. I was gonna walk away, but Fang told me to stay. He told me to tell you that he's in the hospital."

Max brushes past him and runs to her car.

"Hey!" Black-hoodie Guy behind her.

"What?" Max doesn't stop.

"Can I come?"

"I don't care, OK? I gotta see Fang!"

Tears fall on her cheeks.

11: 57 PM

Max can't stop pacing. The receptionist told her where Fang's room was, but she stopped Max to go there because Fang's critical and the doctor is inside.

But Max couldn't be still. Even though images of Fang with those horrifying medical equipments attached to him appeared on Max's mind, she pushed them away. Black-hoodie Guy had his face on his hands.

The doctor comes in the waiting room. Max stops pacing and grabs his coat. The doctor hands Max a bottle of apple juice and a letter. Max demands how is Fang doing.

Max lets go of the doctor because Black-hoodie Guy pried her fingers off his coat.

"We found these on Fang's pocket."

Max takes the items. She hands Black-hoodie Guy the juice and Max reads the letter.

Max,

These past thirty days, I realized you're the most beautiful girl I have ever met. Not exactly, since the first time I saw you, I knew you're the most beautiful girl in the world.

And just last week, I also realized that I was falling for you. Like, falling in love with you. I tried to deny it at first, but it's really true. Everytime you're with me, I can't think clearly. When you smile, I get weak-kneed. Whenever you approach me, I turn to jelly. That time whe I first kissed you, all I wanted was to kiss you again. Those mesmerizing eyes of yours can make any guy bow down to your feet. When you look at me with those eyes, it felt like you were staring right through my soul.

You're really different, Max. You've got beauty and brains. Worst of all, you're stubborn. I admit you drove me crazy when we were in Paris. You're strong and you're a leader. You have the power to lead other in your blood. You hate the things most eighteen-year-old girls love. You don't think like a girl; you think like a woman. You say you don't usually act like a sappy girl. But the Max I saw in Paris was a whole new other side of you. You're still a normal eighteen-year-old girl, no matter what you say. To me, you'll always be the Maximum Ride I've fallen in love with.

I'll say this once, just once.

I love you, Maximum Ride. I love you so much it hurts like hell. You turned my world upside down. You caused me Heaven and Hell at the same ime. I love everything about you. I love everything that makes Max, MAX.

I know this might sound absurd (I know it will), but the moment I looked into your eyes, I felt like I've known you all my life. So Max, if you're reading this and laughing, then my letter worked.

I don't want this to end. Believe me, I don't. But I want us to be much more. Much more than a pretend couple. Before this last day would end, will you be my girlfriend? And this time, not pretend.

P.S. The picture of us hugging in Paris became my phone and my laptop's wallpaper. Hope you don't mind.

Max crumples the paper and shoves it in her pocket. She shouts:

"Fang! I don't want you to die! I love you. . . Remember that night when we saw the shooting star in Paris? I wished that this relationship is real. I wished everything that happened between was real. I wished the relationship won't end. Please don't leave me, Fang! I love you! You can't do this to me!"

Max was running as she said those words. When she reached Fang's room, the clock stroke twelve. . .

Then, it's July 31.

A/N: What do you guys think? Fang with dimples would be so irresistible!

Fang: God, no.

Iggy: Yeah. I mean, dimples? (gags)

Me: Shut up. RnR?