A/N I'm back again for the second time this week give me a gold medal. Not actually though because I have no use for a gold medal... In reply to someone (cant remember their username, sorry unknown stranger!) I sass people all the time about using the incorrect form of your/you're and their/they're etc. So thank you for pointing that out because I know it drives me crazy when people do that so I'll try my best to look at that kind of thing more often when I'm editing :) Also, I have and have always had trouble with pretences (ex. present tense, past tense) and I tend to jump around a lot in my writing and it's often hard for me to recognize when I've been using two different tenses so just bare with me, I try really hard to make sure everything is in the same tense when I'm editing but if I miss something I apologize. Other than that I appreciate all the amazing reviews and feedback I'm getting! Also, in my last chapter I believe I said that Sam died 2 years ago when it was actually only 1 year because he died in June of the 9th grade and now their in the 11th grade so yeah...hope that makes sense. Enjoy!

Fang's POV

Max has been acting strange and no, I don't mean the kind of normal strange mood she get's into once a month (for obvious reasons I'm not going to name).

I think that it might have something to do with Sam, it usually does which is why I'm currently walking over to Max's house prepared to make her talk to me even if she doesn't want to, which is likely to happen.

I walked up to Max's door and knocked twice before the door opened in front of me, "Uh hey Fang" Max said.

"Hey" I smiled, "Can I come in?" I asked.

"Yeah sure" Max started making her way up to her bedroom, knowing I'd follow behind her.

Once we reached her room Max threw herself onto her bed, "Sup?" she asked me while trying to organize her notes, she'd clearly been studying.

I looked down at her notes and realized that they were all for math "Why didn't you ask for my help?" I asked completely ignoring her previous question.

"I thought you'd be busy" she shrugged not making eye contact with me.

We always study together for math, I seem to been the only person that's actually able to help her understand.

"Busy with what?"

"Lissa" she replied simply, shrugging her shoulders.

"Lissa?"

"Yes Fang, Lissa, are you deaf?" Max asked me raising her eyebrows.

I cleared a spot on Max's bed and sat down next to her, sighing "Max, is there something going on that you're not telling me about?" I asked her trying to sound as gentle as possible before she put up her walls.

"Look Fang I know what you're getting at so no, there's nothing going on involving Sam" she replied without even looking at me.

She knew she was right in assuming that that's what I was about to ask her, but that didn't mean that I couldn't see something else going on.

"Max" I said, making sure the tone of my voice made her look at me.

"Fang" she replied, mocking me.

"This might not be about Sam but there's something else going on, I'm your best friend and I can read you like an open book so just tell me what's going on because I'm not leaving this room until you do"

Max slammed her textbook shut and looked up at me and smiled, "I guess you're going to be in here for a while then because there's nothing going on. Just do me favour and cover your eyes when I'm changing in here, since you plan on staying here" she smirked.

I'd had enough, I know Max better than I know myself and she uses snarky comments to cover up when something's going on but it was clear that she didn't plan on telling me today so I just sighed and got up to leave.

Just as I was stepping out of her doorway I turned around, "Max, you clearly have no intention of telling me anything right now but when you're ready you can come talk to me" and with that I walked out of her room.

Once I arrived back home I realized that I'd forgotten my phone when I'd gone to see Max. I had 2 new messages from Lissa.

I opened my phone and read them, one was asking if I wanted to hang out and the other was asking about The Haunt.

It's Friday and all of us (all of us being Max, Lissa, Iggy, Nudge and Ella) are going to Haunt tomorrow night, Lissa wanted to know what time I was picking her up.

I smiled and texted her back asking her where she wanted to meet and told her that I'd pick her up at 5:30 seeing as it started at 6:00.

I walked into Lissa's favourite café and saw her sitting in a booth by the window, one coffee in front of her and another across the table for me.

I stood there for a couple seconds and stared at her as she sipped her coffee and doodled in her notebook I often saw her drawing in, I'd asked multiple times but she'd never let me see it.

I took off my jacket, soaking in the warmth from the inside of the café and sat down across from her.

"Hey" she said smiling at me, "Hey" I replied smiling back at her.

I took a sip of my coffee "Whatchya drawing?" I asked leaning over the table to get a better look.

"Hey no peeking!" Lissa giggled as she closed her notebook and carefully put it back in her bag.

"Are you ever going to let me see anything you draw in there?" I asked, over exaggerating the importance.

"Maybe, maybe not, I guess you'll just have to wait and find out" Lissa shrugged and took another sip of her coffee.

I really liked her. For one she was gorgeous, but I'm not so shallow that I only like people for their looks. I like the way she knows my coffee order and makes sure it's always waiting for me before I even get there.

I like how she doesn't act shallow and jealous when I talk to other girls, because she knows that I don't have feelings for anyone else but her, well except for Max. I'm always going to have feelings for Max, there is a part of me that loves Max and there always will be but she made it clear how she felt about me, so I'm trying to move on.

Lissa's smart and isn't afraid to admit when she's wrong, and always takes the time to do things I'm interested in.

I remember when we first started dating I mentioned a book I was reading at the time that I really liked, and a week later she'd read the whole thing before I'd even finished it.

"Is there something bugging you? You seem kind of rattled" Lissa asked, concerned.

"It's nothing really, I'm just worried about Max" I said thinking back to our conversation earlier, it was apparent that she was hiding something.

"Why? Did something happen?" Lissa knew about Sam, the entire school did. It was big 'news' at the time I guess, mostly because he got along with everyone so it affected a lot of people.

"No, not really. She's just been acting strange and she won't talk to me" I said furrowing my eyebrows.

"You know I've seen you two around each other Fang, you told me that you two have been best friends since you were little kids. I think that you should just let her talk it out with you when she's ready" she said, reaching across the table and envelopping my hand with hers for comfort.

"I guess" I shrugged and then changed the topic, feeling like somehow I was betraying Max by discussing her weird behaviour with someone else other than her.

I don't know how long we sat there, drinking coffee after coffee and talking, but before I knew it, it was getting dark outside we had to leave.

As Lissa and I walked back to her car, I realized something. Standing here, holding the hand of a girl who isn't Max is something I never would have even thought about.

I was always so fixated on Max, it always seemed that everything lead to her but I think I'm happy with Lissa and I think that I'm starting to really accept the fact that Max and I are never going to be an item and strangely enough I'm okay with that.

As Lissa pulled her car door open I leaned against it and closed it, she turned around at looked at me, noticing that I had her pinned against her car.

"Yes?" she asked me raising one of her eyebrows as a smirk played it's way onto her face.

"Nothing" I mumbled as I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her. Lissa kissed me back with same passion and fire and soon had her hands tangled in my hair.

Eventually we ran out of air and had to separate, "What was that for?" she asked me, laughing.

"Nothing" I said again and then walked away towards my car.

Max's POV

I breathed a sigh of relief as Fang walked out of my room. Damn him and his ability to know when something's going on.

Usually, Fang would have gotten it out of me, yanno, whatever's bugging me? But I can't tell him about what's happening right now.

The only time I won't tell Fang when something wrong is when something's really wrong, and I hate knowing that I'm making him worry.

How am I supposed to tell him that Dylan's in love with his girlfriend? And that I'm completely, hopelessly in love with him? Yes, I admit it. I Maximum Ride am in love with Fang Walker.

(A/N idk if I've mentioned Fang's last name before and if it was Walker but that's what it is now sooo)

Let me take you back to what happened a couple days after the football game, the night I found Dylan crying on the bleachers.

Flashback

I was sitting in my room re-reading one of my favourite books when I heard my phone ding. I rolled my eyes as I saw that the text was from Dylan, assuming that it would be something sexist and disgusting as per-usual.

When I unlocked my phone and read the text I was actually surprised.

Can you meet me in 10 minutes at the park by our school? You know which one right?

I actually did know which park he was talking about, that sounds super sketchy but it's not. It' just a really old children's playground that no one goes to because they've since built newer and probably safer ones.

However it is a good place to talk if you don't want to be interrupted, I know because Fang and I usually went there to talk whenever one of us was upset.

After making sure Dylan didn't have any perverted intentions I agreed to meet him and got up off of my window seat and got dressed.

It was 6:00 on a Wednesday evening in the middle of October so I threw on a pair of black leggings and a big over sized Beatles t-shirt along with a light jean jacket and a pair of black doc's.

I grabbed my phone and texted Ella, telling her not to worry if she got home from Nudge's house and I wasn't there.

After grabbing my black beanie from the hall closet and throwing it on my head I locked the door behind me and started making my way to the park.

Before I could get too far down the sidewalk I heard someone call my name from behind me, it was Fang.

"Where are you going Max? It's getting dark out" Fang said, insinuating that there can't possibly be anything I need to get to that badly.

"What are you? My mother?" I asked jokingly and punching his shoulder.

"Maximum Ride! How dare you go out at this hour you could be raped or kidnapped! Or both!" Fang mimicked my mom, not very well.

I laughed and rolled my eyes, Fang has such a deep voice that hearing him impersonate a woman was funnier that it would be for a guy who's voice wasn't abnormally deep.

"Seriously though Max, you don't even like leaving your room in the daytime" Fang said smirking and making fun of my anti-social tendencies.

"Don't worry about it Fang"

"But Ma-" I cut him off, not wanting to explain knowing that he'd insist on coming with me if he knew I was meeting Dylan.

"Fang, you're my best friend and I love you but please, just let me walk away and don't question it, alright?" I asked him while giving him my best puppy dog eyes.

Fang sighed "Fine, just don't get murdered or anything" Fang winked and then walked into his house.

When I finally reached the park I saw Dylan sitting on one of the swings, slowly rocking back and forth and kicking the sand with his old, worn out black Vans.

He was wearing a dark blue hoodie and light coloured jeans, his hair, usually perfect was drooping over one of his eyes.

I walked towards him and sat down on the swing next to him, "Why'd you ask me here?" I asked him as he turned his head to look at me.

"You said if I ever needed to talk, that I could talk to you right?", his voice was hoarse as if he'd been crying again.

"Of course" I said, suddenly realizing that this Dylan was completely different than that one I knew who threw me into a swimming pool at the end of the summer.

"Listen, I know I've always been an ass to you and I'm sorry. I can't talk to any of the guys on the team because they'd just make fun of me and I don't have any real friends and I just..." Dylan trailed off, not really knowing how to continue.

"Hey" I said "You can talk to me okay? I said it's fine" I nodded reassuringly.

Dylan took in a huge breath and then began talking "I-I don't know how to start it's just... Max I'm in love, I'm completely in love with Lissa and she's dating your best friend. God I've been in love with her since I first saw her and I tried to hard to get her attention and it feels like I've been shot in the chest and every day I see her with Fang and it's getting worse and worse and I just don't know how to stop it from hurting"

I was actually kind of shocked to hear all of that come out of him. "I know how you feel" I laughed bitterly, "Sorry I don't know what I mean by that" I said and then cleared my throat.

"I do. Max be honest, you're head over heels for Fang and I think everyone but Fang knows it."

"Is it that obvious?" I asked, coming to terms with the fact that no matter how many times I told myself that I couldn't be in love with Fang because it would ruin things, I would still love him.

Dylan laughed "Yes".

"Great" I grumbled, "I guess this means we actually kind of have something in common for once" I said chuckling.

It's funny how a few years ago if you told me that I had something in common with Dylan I would've told you you're crazy.

After sitting at the park, venting and swinging for almost an hour, it was 7:15PM and I said I had to get going before my mom worried.

Dylan offered to walk me home since he was the one who'd kept me out so late and I accepted since I hate walking in the dark by myself anyways.

"Hey Max, can I ask you something?" Dylan asked me as we approached my house, "Sure" I shrugged, knowing he obviously wasn't going to ask me out since he was in love with Lissa.

"I know it seems like I'm some big popular jock and I guess in a way I am, not to sound self centred of course but I don't really have any actual friends that are girls, and I guess I'd like to hang out sometime, if you're cool with that" he said scratching the back of his head.

I smiled as we made our way up my front porch steps, "that'd be great" I said, and just as I put my hand on my front doorknob I felt two arms circle around me.

I hugged him back, "Thanks" he whispered, "You're welcome" I whispered back smiling.

I waved as Dylan retreated down my front steps and walked inside my house. It felt nice to have someone I could confide in about Fang other than Fang himself.

End of flashback.

And that ladies and gents, is why I've been acting so weird around Fang lately. I've been trying not to but it's been hard, pretending I'm not hopelessly in love with him and that I'm not only friends with guy he hates, but that said guy is also in love with his girlfriend.

Im so screwed.

Fang's POV

Why is Max standing on her front porch hugging Dylan?

A/N I hope you guys liked it! I have a very short attention span so it took me like 5 hours to type + edit all of this. Hopefully I'll been updating again soon! I have so many ideas for this story and I know everyone (or most people at least) despise the whole FangXLissa and MaxXDylan pairings, including me but it's kind of necessary for this story to play out :P Also, I'm not perfect and neither are my editing skills so please be kind, seeing as I wrote all this while simultaneously studying for science and drinking 5 cups of coffee :) Anyways, please review I'd really appreciate it! Thanks guys!