A/N:Yeah I know, I really shouldn't be starting a new fanfic, but I have writers block and for some odd reason this story kept playing in my mind. I know exactly whats going to happen. So please R&R and if you have a better title please, share. I can't think of anything. Here's the summary:

Max is the rich kid that lives by the rules, never questions authority, and never thought of living any other way. Until she meets, Fang. Mr. Tall, dark, and handsome. At first they don't know what to feel about each other, but deeper down they secretly like each other. But they both know it could never be, after all they live in two different worlds. It might as well have been two different planets! Yet they still fell for each other, even knowing that it would never work.

Of course Max, living the way she does, gets assigned her husband (no she's not marrying him, not until she's 18-21) at 16. Dylan. Her 'Mr. Right' at least that's what everyone is telling her. Well, Nudge, Serena, and Angel are rooting for Fang, they think everyone needs a little fun and that they're perfect for each other. But what happens when Max starts falling for Dylan? What happens to Fang?

She may have burried her feelings deep down, but Fang hasn't. He hasn't giving up. Not yet. He tried everything to get her back. But who will win this tug of war? Dylan. The approved, boring, normal, comfortable, more brotherly than husbandly, Dylan? Or Fang. The mysterious, dangerous, rebel, fun, dark, hated by her parents, soulmate, Fang?

She will have to choose which one, and she'll have to live with her choice for the rest of her life. Now the million dollar question is...

Who to choose?

Max's Pov

"Yes mother," I sighed for the hundredth time. My mom didn't trust me, it was obvious, but it would be nice if she at least pretended to trust me.

"Maximum are you even listening?" My mom snapped from the other side of the counter. She wiped her hands on the nearest towel and placed them on her hips. She tilted her head slightly and waited for me to answer.

"Guilty, okay I'm sorry. It's just-"

"MAX! You know that it's not polite to just ignore people and pretend to listen." I sighed, again. I never lied, apparently it was very impolite and not lady- like. I'm told 24/7 what to do, what not to do, what's polite, what's not polite, who to befriend, who to not trust, you get the picture, and it's freaking annoying. But it's impolite to speak your thoughts unless you're asked. Stupid, right? Oops, I'm sorry that was impolite. Sometimes I just want to pull my hair out, then I take ten deep breaths like my therapist told me to do (My parents got me one when I got into a small all-talk-no-violence fight at my preppy-rich-kid school) looked around and realized that this was where I belonged.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect you," I replied, looking down below her eyes, it was disrespectful to look the person you 'disrespected' in the eye. I have repeated that line billions of times and I'm sure my parents (mom) was signing me up for another 'princess' class. That's what I call it, but it's just a place where you learn manners. I forgot what it was called.

"It's okay, and Maximum, you're sixteenth birthday is coming so we have to go shopping for a dress for your coming out party." I groaned inwardly but nodded the way I was supposed to. "So I was thinking we could go to your aunt's before the lunch with the Griffiths," I forgot about that, I haven't seen them since I was ten when 'things changed' that's what dad said, "And then we could go shopping for Angel's coming out dress too, or the one she's going to wear to your party."

Now when you hear party don't think of alcohol, blaring rock music at 3 in the morning, think calm silent classical music around lunch time with tuxes, suits, big pastry shaped dresses, heels, jewelry and tea.

"God why can't she just wear one of her other dresses? She has a billion of 'em," I whispered so quietly that my mom let me go with saying 'God' and mention the amount of clothing another person, that isn't in the family, and that I used 'slang' instead of English. It was much easier than saying the entire word, maybe that's why every sensible person uses slang. Oh, sorry I'm not supposed to be sarcastic.

"Max," Serea said in a calm, controlled, voice but in her eyes I knew she wanted to scream out my name and throw her arms around me. I knew that it was taking all her willpower not to rush at me, running down the stairs, and give me a hug. That was inappropriate behavior and would not be tolerated. She couldn't even hug me, not until the adults excused us from the table.

"Serena," I smiled politely.

"Hello, Max," James said jogging past Serena; boys were actually allowed to run. I felt myself sigh. My mother shot me a glance that said MANNERS-stand-up-straighter-and-smile.

"Hey-hello James." Shoot. I could feel my mom's eyes burning into my skull. It was an accident.

"Max, come help with the food," My mom said clicking towards the backyard. "What was that?" she hissed angrily.

"Mom, all the kids at my school say hey, why can't I?"

"Ugh, I knew this would happen. I told Jeb this was a bad idea-"

"Wait, what?"

"Maximum Ride, you know better than to speak unless asked."

"I'm sorry, but-"

She shot me a look and flattened her skirt and fixed my hair, "We should go."

"What? NO!"

"Max, I thought this would be a fun, but James is a distraction. We'll call Serena when we're ready to go shopping and-"

"Mom, what?" I was lost. James… a distraction? Gosh, no, he's only a friend.

"We're going," She said in her determined tone that told me, it was either her way or no way at all. I followed her sadly.

"Oh, Valencia, Max, you two look amazing. I'm so glad you two could come. Serena has been counting the days until she saw her best friend again." I smiled at Sandra, a blond haired blued eyed housewife. She never cared too much about the little things that my mom cares about.

"I'm so sorry, Sandra, but something came up and Max and I have to go. Maybe some other time," My mom smiled at a frowning Sandy, err, I mean Mrs. Griffiths. She knew what it was all about. She nodded sadly.

"I understand, please, come again. Serena really missed you Max." All attention on me now. I looked at my mom and she nodded, I could reply.

"I really missed her, I am looking forward to our next meeting," I said with a fake smile I rehearsed in front of the mirror tons of times.

I looked back at the door, looking at the window with a frowning Serena in it. "Come on, Max, Jonathon with be here any minute." Right on cue Jonathon, our driver from the 'bad parts' arrived.

"Hello ma'am," he said nodding his head and opening the doors for her. She just nodded and got in. I always wanted to say hi or anything really. I felt bad that we acted as if he weren't there, I felt like that so many times. I waved a little with a small smile and got in behind my mom.

Jonathon's Pov

I was at my friend's house with a bunch of us just sitting around listening to Coldplay, Paramore, Green Day, and Radiohead. Arguing about which one was better: Coldplay or Radiohead, Paramore or Green Day, etc.

I laughed, "No, I'm telling you their new song Paradise is amazing. Here listen to it, " I said to Krystal (not Nudge, just making that clear) playing Coldplay's not-so-new-but-only-a-hit-now song, Paradise.

"When she was just a girl

She expected the world

But it flew away from her reach so

She ran away in her sleep and dreamed of Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise

Every time she closed her eyes

When she was just a girl

She expected the world

But it flew away from her reach and the bullets catch in her teeth Life goes on, it gets so heavy

The wheel breaks the butterfly

Every tear a waterfall In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes

In the night the stormy night away she'd fly"

"Okay, I admit, it's pretty good, but Paramore- the Only Exception is much better." Tess laughed at Krys's remark and threw the nearest pillow at her.

"HEY! What was that for?" Krys yelled ducking, the pillow just missing her.

Tess shrugged and laughed again. Tess was weird, she did random things for no freaking reason, but hey that's why we love her. Not that way, more sisterly.

"You're ruining my room," Fang, a.k.a Nicholas or Nick, said leaning back in his door.

"Wow four words, I think he's finally coming out of his shell!" I said in my fake I'm-perfect-and-better-than-you (girly) voice and clapped my hands. He picking up the pillow and threw it at me with such a great force it actually hit me.

I laughed and looked down at my phone,

Griffiths house, now.

No please? "Shit, I have to go pick up Bitch 1 and Bitch 2." Everyone laughed, I never tell these guys anything only because I signed some sort of secrecy thing and can't. I only tell them how much they make my life hell. 'Take me here, take me there, over there, not there, stop, go, park here, over there' it was frustrating and they acted as if I wasn't there! But that Maxine girl wasn't that bad, she actually said (more like waved) hi to me. But…it was like she was a puppet and her mom was the puppet-master. She always seemed to be walking on eggshells around her mom. I quickly drove my car to their limo garage, yeah they trusted me with their keys to every single car, but I wasn't a thief, and I don't plan on becoming one. I quickly went to the Griffiths house; the address was installed into the car, awesome right?

"Hello ma'am," I said opening the door for her, all she did was nod. I noticed Max's eyes flash with… understanding? I admit I might have a small crush on Max, she was pretty hot, but like I mentioned before she was like a puppet, and was an 'untouchable'.

She had brown eyes that turned a kind of gold in certain lighting, in the sun they lit up and seemed to glow, in the afternoon they seemed to be like a dark chocolate, and in the morning they were light hazel with little bits of gold and green. Okay, it might be slightly bigger than a crush…but it's not like anything's ever going to happen. She was on the greener grass, the 'better' side I was on the yellowing grass, the 'worse' side. Max smiled a little at me and waved. I could feel my hear t skip a beat. God what did I just say? I'm a dude, dudes don't skip heart beats, chicks do.

"Where to?" I asked them, looking at Max through the rear view mirror.

She was looking out the window, day dreaming.

"Home."

Okay, well at least she answered. She's worse than Fang. I laughed a little and I saw Max look up really quickly. She met my eyes in the mirror. They said what-the-hells-wrong-with-you?-she's-going-to-kill-you. "Something funny?" she asked staring at me. I shook my head.

"No, ma'am just remembering," I stopped. Rule #1, never, EVER, tell your boss anything about your past.

She nodded curtly and went back to fixing her already perfect hair. Max sighed, she seemed to do that a lot. "Max, is Tiffany coming over to do that science project?"

"No, that was due last week, Abby's coming today to do the History project," Max replied looking slightly pissed that her very-organized-and-not-forgetful-mom forgot.

I had the biggest urge to mention how horrible of a mom Mrs. Martinez was, but I needed this job. I needed money, hey kids actually have fun. Shocking! Who knew kids actually liked having fun? Her mom just nodded, "Blond Abby?"

"No, black haired Abby."

"Oh, so who is blond Abby?"

"I don't know a blond Abby," Max stated looking even more pissed. "Mom?"

"Yes, sweetheart?" GAG! That's what Max's face looked like, and what my thoughts were of her nickname for Max.

"Are you feeling okay? You seem off?" Her mom gave her a sharp look and Max shrunk back. She looked like she wanted to kill something, probably her mom. "Never mind." I parked in front of their house and opened the doors for them, noticing Max's mom rushing to the house, not even waiting for Max. Max sighed and slammed the door before I could close it for her.

"Um, okay," I muttered just about to get back into the car, eager to go to Tess's surprise birthday party.

"Thanks," Max said turning to me, her eyes looked distant, kind of lost.

"It's my job." Okay, I could've thought of something better.

"No, really, thanks. I doubt my mom will ever thank you. So thanks, my mom wouldn't know what to do without you," she said, her eyes finally coming back to earth.

That compliment really made me smile, but I couldn't. Rule #2, never interact with boss's daughter/son, actually don't even interact with them, "No problem." She walked to the door slowly, looking up at the sky once before she closed and locked the door behind her. Maximum Martinez just complimented me, she just talked to me. I knew she didn't like me the way I liked her, but I don't give a shit. I'll think what I want and you can think want you want.

A/N: Did you like it? Did you hate it? Tell me! Please. :)

~Fly On~

Maximum Forever