Keeping Hope Chapter 5, a maximum ride fanfic

I'm crying. Why? Josh and Zac are no longer in Paramore. My life is over :'(

Okay, so I promised myself I would never, ever give up on a story, but I'm really just not feeling it... I kinda wanna focus on doing some Glee stuff right now, I've done enough MR. Sorry to all of you who liked it. I want to give it a good ending so here it is

I ran in a large circle around the campus, Fang chasing me. We were wasting a few hours before the performance. The hours we wasted were spent with subtle kisses turned into passionate... something more. It ended in Fang chasing me around the campus. We had been at it for fifteen minutes, but I could last all day; I had good stamina. Finally, we landed in a heap on the ground. Both of us had barely broke a sweat and were only slightly breathing heavily. Fang was hovering over me, mouth only a centimeter from mine. His peppermint breath washed over my face. His hoop nose-ring touched my nose, and I couldn't help but giggle. His hair hung in his face, casting a shadow on mine. It was a perfect moment. And nothing could ruin it.

Except for one thing: My sister.

"Max?" I heard, I could feel her gaze burning through Fang and into me.

We both looked up. "Yeah?" I lightly shoved Fang off of me. He landed in front of me on the grass. We sat with my legs on his lap.

"What the hell are you doing here? And all over some guy? At my school?" Ella's voice had slightly risen, but thankfully, no one was around to hear.

Fang looked up through his bangs, playing with my fingers. "I have a gig here. She tagged along." He sent a half grin towards me before looking down again.

"Max, why were you all over him? What about that Fang guy?" I stared at her before bursting into laughter.

Again, Fang had to supply and answer. "I'm Fang," he slowly said, as if she couldn't understand him if he spoke normally.

"Oh," Ella stated dumbly.

I nodded, trying to hide a smirk.

"So, I see you had a good day," Ella said with a smirk of her own.

I smiled at Fang. "The best."

Ella gagged. Then, her name was called.

"Gotta go. See you guys at the concert later." She winked before running off.

Fang chuckled. "I like your sister."

I wiggled my head into his shoulder. "I'm glad," I muttered. He lifted up my chin, pecking me lightly.

"We should go set up." I nodded and stood, brushing grass off of me. I held out my hand for him.

Once he was off the ground, we were on our way.

We raced back towards the gymnasium where they were scheduled to play. I beat him to the door, and he threw me over his shoulder before walking into the building. We got strange looks from the people around us.

Finally, we got into the room with the rest of the band. Fang placed me on the couch and began to tune his guitar. The other band members got pumped up for the show. There was one that was practically hyperventilating. Fang, however, looked perfectly fine even behind his mask. The nerves were in no way getting to him.

The opening band went on around five. The boys were still getting pumped up. They were all in their outfits for the show. Fang was in black super, super skinny jeans and a black shirt that said We Are Broken on it and red converse. He had traded his silver hoop for a black one and had re-straightened his hair. The other boys...? Well, I really didn't give a shit about them.

The first two bands were alright, but compared to Fang's band, they sucked ass.

"Okay, baby," Fang said to me. "I'm going to go out there, and you're going to be in the first row, alright? And then, I'm going to make you come onstage with me and sing."

"W-what?" I got out.

"Yeah, remember that song I made you listen to that I wrote?"

I sighed. "The one originally for a girl?" He nodded.

"You're singing that, alright?" I nodded, pouting.

"Alright. Lemme get out there. And I made sure Johnny, the security guard, got you upfront. Okay?" I smiled and nodded. He kissed my nose and head out onto stage.

I went through the security only door and went out in front of the stage. People boo-ed when they saw me there. My sister was right upfront, behind the barrier. She stuck her tongue out at me.

"Yo," Fang said into the mike. "I'm Fang. This is my band. And we're going to start tonight off right. Hit it."

The music started.

Sing it out
Boy, you got to see what tomorrow brings
Sing it out
Girl, you've got to be what tomorrow needs
For every time that they want to count you out
Use your voice every single time you open up your mouth

A drum started louder.

Sing it for the boys
Sing it for the girls
Every time that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you're nuts
Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts
Sing it for the deaf
Sing it for the blind
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world

The drum quieted.

Sing it out, boy they're gonna sell what tomorrow means
Sing it out, girl before they gonna kill what tomorrow brings
You've got to make a choice
If the music drowns you out
And raise your voice
Every single time they try and shut your mouth

The drums started up louder again.

Cleaned up, corporation progress
Dying in the process
Children that can talk about it,
living on the railways
People moving sideways
Sell it till your last days
Buy yourself a motivation
Generation Nothing,
Nothing but a dead scene
Product of white dream
I am not the singer that you wanted
But a dancer
I refuse to answer
Talk about the passer
Ruling for the ones who want to get away

The Bassist said:

Keep running!

Fang kept singing. The others sand "Sing" in the background.

We've got to see what tomorrow brings
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world
Girl you got to be what tomorrow needs
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world

The music went on a little longer before fading and cutting off.

The crowd's screams erupted around me. Fang's eyes connected to my face. He slightly smiled.

A guitar started up. Fang and the bassist took turn singing parts.

It's a great day to be alive.
You know, it's just like I can breathe for the first time.
I finally had enough and things are looking up.
Wow, we might actually survive.

I fell asleep with the light on
to keep the darkness around me
from trying to drown me.
But little did I know
that the light was just a glow.
'Cause I don't wanna try for an escape.
When one mistake is all it takes.
I'll jump the line from state to state
just for the taste of a better fate so bittersweet.

Stop and think about it.
It's so much more than you ever had before.
It's overrated.

It's a great day to be alive.
You know, it's just like I can breathe for the first time.
I finally had enough and things are looking up.
We might actually survive.

Let's hit the road, and hit it hard.
'Cause the season is changing.
We're falling apart.
But how far can we make it
before it's time for us to wake up?

Fang took a break taking a sip of water as the drummer and bassist sang.

You say it's not over.
You think that you know how far we have to go
before we're right back where we started.

Fang continued to sing

Stop and think about it.
It's so much more than you ever had before.
It's overrated.

It's a great day to be alive.
You know, it's just like I can breathe for the first time.
I finally had enough and things are looking up.
We might actually survive.

The whole band sang.

It's not over.
How far will we go if we actually survive?
We could actually survive.
It's not over.
Well, how will we know if we actually survive.
We could actually survive.

Fang and the bassist continued.

It's a great day to be alive.
You know, it's just like I can breathe for the first time.
I finally had enough and things are looking up.
We might actually survive.

There was a short musical break. They "ooh"ed in the background.

It's a great day to be alive.
You know, it's just like I can breathe for the first time.
I finally had enough and things are looking up.
We might actually survive.

It's a great day.
It's a great day to be alive.
We might actually survive.

The music faded to a stop once again. The cheers erupted again. Fang threw his water towards me. I took a sip of it and tossed it back to him. He winked before taking another sip.

He spoke into the mike, "this song, I wrote with my girlfriend. It's about some hard times that her family went through this previous year. My eyes widened; I hadn't known that he would sing that.

The drum and guitar started up. Fang and the bassist sang again.

Sometimes it's hard to say the right thing
The right way on the hardest day of your life
Breathe in, breathe out, it'll be okay
Breathe in, breathe out, I know it's hard to say

And every year November gets closer
And every year it gets a little bit colder
Breathe in, breathe out, it'll be okay
Be strong, hold on, make it through the day

One step at a time
One foot in front of the other
I'm gonna get through this one way or another
Cause I know it's warmer where you are
Cause no matter how far the view
I still always look up to you

Ella yelled over the music to me, "Max, he's so sweet."

"That he is," I whispered to myself.

Sometimes it takes a second to sink in
That your life is never gonna be the same again
Breathe in, breathe out, it'll be okay
Breathe in, they say the pain will fade away

And every year November gets closer
And every year it gets a little bit colder
Breathe in, breathe out, it'll be okay
Be strong, hold on, make it through the day

I felt the breath hitch in my throat, I knew what was coming next.

I'll never forget the day my heart fell from my chest
It was the moment that I said goodbye
And I laid your body to rest
I'll never take this life for granted
I'm living it for two
And since you're always the one who sang the songs
And I'll be singing this one for you

Silent tears ran down my face. They weren't sad, nor were they happy. Fang sent me a sympathetic look, one that I instantly took instead of shoving it away like I had every other similar look.

"My girlfriend, Max, is going to come up here and sing a song now," Fang said after seven more songs. I looked up and, in a daze, walked onto the stage. He threw an arm over my shoulder. "This song is going to slow things down as an end to the night. The slowest thing you've heard all night." Fang pulled over a stool and sat down. He had an acoustic guitar on his lap. "This one's Misguided Ghosts." I sang. The crowd swayed with the song and I couldn't help the smile that came on my face. Fang continued to play even after I finished singing.

It was even better than perfect.

Sorry if it is crap.. I just wasn't feeling the story anymore. Maybe if you want to continue it yourself. That's cool with me.

And I'm sorry if it disappoints you :(

R&R? One last time?