I'M SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY. Yesterday morning I got the stomach bug (not the flu though; I probably just ate something bad), and my mom refused to let me get out of bed. Again, I'm so sorry. I got a lot of mixed reviews, such as "who is it?" and "OMG I KNOW WHO IT IS!" but anyway, Merry (late) Christmas! I hope you got lots of nice presents (to my pleasure, I got sickness, food, socks, and money) and here is chapter 4!

Disclaimer: (to the tune of Jingle Bells) I don't own, I don't own, I don't own MR! Nor do you or my poo, nor Myanmar! (You sang that didn't you?)

Chapter 4

Max POV

"I… I'm sorry," I now said, louder and bolder.

Just like that, like a miracle, the doors opened violently and I heard a voice.

"Stop the wedding! I object!"

The entire audience turned to look at the outsider, and a few shrieks rang through the hall.

I didn't want to believe it.

Slowly, I turned around to face the imposter.

From the bottom up, he was in hospital slippers, and was dressed in a hospital gown.

His jet black hair strung across his face and his breaths came in short pants. If I didn't know any better, then I would've assumed that some weird outsider came in and I would've called the guards without a second thought. However, I did know better.

His eyes and his voice.

Over these past years, they were almost the only things that didn't change. His skin was pale, not tan like it used to be back in high school, and his lips were parched.

But his eyes were still the same. The same black, obsidian eyes that I used to and still do dream about. They still held the piercing yet gentle look, and they engaged me in an unbreakable lock.

And then his voice. Despite the faint crackle of not speaking for so long, it still held the same deep, husky tone, like hot chocolate on a cold winter night next to a fireplace.

Fang.

"Fa-" I immediately called out to him, stepping off the podium.

He cut me off by giving me a glimpse of a smile, and then he spoke again. "I object!" he repeated. "I object this wedding!"

"Excuse me?" the priest said dumbfounded.

"I said I object," he said as he strode over to where we were. "This girl," he grabbed me, "is already my bride."

For a moment there was just pure silence, and the next there was chaos.

"What do you mean her bride?!" one angry person in the crowd shouted.

"Does this mean that Max has been cheating on her fiancé?" another yelled.

"Who are you anyway?" I heard somebody say.

The priest raised his hands and the crowd's uproar simmered down.

"Who are you, boy?" he asked.

"I am Nicholas Walker, son of Nick and Anne Walker," he announced. "And for the past whatever years I have been… handicapped, to say the least. Bedridden you might say."

Gasps went through the crowd.

This was getting a little bit annoying now, really.

"Wait, hold up a sec," I said, shoving his hand off my shoulder, "What do you mean by that? You were asleep for over five years and here you are all of a sudden! For five years I've… I've been waiting… waiting for you to wake up..." I paused for a moment to fight back a wave of tears coming.

"Why didn't… why didn't you come back sooner…" I croaked, walking over to him and hugging him, burying my face in his chest so he wouldn't have to see my face right now.

"I'm sorry," he replied, hesitating a little before hugging me back. "I'm never leaving you ever again."

For a moment, it was just the two of us, embracing as if the world were ending at that very moment.

"You can't imagine how much I've missed you," I whispered, "I love you so much."

Then almost desperately, he pulled back and took my hands in his, looked straight at me making me shiver.

"Max…" he murmured. I started to panic. Did I say something wrong? Frick. Another great moment ruined.

Then the next four words he said proved me wrong.

"I love you too."

Bam.

Just like that, confession and a heck of a lot of blushing.

He leaned his head in, and I followed suit until finally our foreheads were touching and our lips were yearning to touch.

And then our world broke.

"Wait, hold on a second," Dylan suddenly started yell. "Then my entire plan was for nothing?"

I pulled back from Fang, burning with anger. He did not just ruin my moment.

"What do you mean by 'plan'?" I said, irritated.

"I mean that the thousands of dollars I spent trying to get the Ride family business was wasted!" he shouted angrily, completely forgetting where we were. "And it's all because of," he pointed at Fang, "you!"

"Me?" Fang said innocently… or at least as innocently as possible.

"Yes you! If you hadn't have showed up, or at least showed up after the wedding was over and the rings were on, then I could've at least-" he started to blab.

"Excuse me for this interruption," my mom said, suddenly appearing from the side and walking over to us. "But I must request that you and your family leave. Now."

"What?!" he said, in fury. "Why?!"

"Must you inquire why?" she said, with an eyebrow raised. "You practically just said that you wanted to rob us. Again, I request you leave or else I will use force to."

He huffed and angrily stomped down to the door, followed by the rest of his family and friends. Once the last person left, the doors slammed shut and pure silence filled the church.

Immediately, that silence was broken when Angel and Gazzy immediately barreled towards the podium yelling, "FANG!" and once reaching said person hugging him as hard as they could, making all three of them tumble to the floor.

Cheers of "FANG IS BACK!" suddenly filled the church and everyone started to crowd around us.

"Whoa, whoa," Fang said with a smile, patting both of their heads, as they nuzzled him. Kinda like two golden retrievers or something.

"Impeccable timing as always," Iggy said with a grin, leaning down and slapping him on the back a few times.

"Yeah, yeah," he said with a smirk, "Can't get any more perfect than this. Can't believe that you didn't even interrupt our little moment up here."

"Well," Iggy said with a sigh, "I thought that maybe you two should get a moment, I guess."

I blushed and shouted, "Stop talking about all that!" while pushing Iggy aside so Ella and Nudge could see Fang.

"Whoa!" Ella cheered. "Maybe our plan did work!"

"What plan?" I said pointedly, raising an eyebrow, at the two of them.

"Oh," Ella said, "We kinda left blasted a 3-hour long conversation of Nudge talking nonstop through putting headphones we managed to put on him... but don't worry! We also left a note that said where we all went!"

"And my ears are still buzzing about 'environmental friendly duct tape' and 'evil sausages,'" Fang said annoyed.

Facepalming, I sighed, shaking my head. "You two..."

"It worked though!" Nudge said nervously. "Everybody always says that I could wake the dead... or coma patients..."

"Well, whatever it was, fate or Nudge talking for 3 hours, it worked!" I said, grinning.

They laughed and hugged Fang together before walking away.

"Are you two planning on letting go of him any time soon?" I asked Angel and Gazzy who still were cuddling with him.

"Nope."

"Never."

I sighed. "And I specially ordered your favorite cakes from Madame Bonjour (A/N: Please note that if this place exits somewhere, it's entirely out of coincidence.) too..."

Their ears perked up. "Seriously?" they asked, slightly releasing their grasp.

"Seriously," I replied.

Immediately, like lightning struck them, they got off of Fang and raced out the door.

"Still alive?" I asked, helping him off the floor.

"Barely," he said.

"Well, don't die on me now, you still haven't kissed me yet," I said stubbornly, trying not to blush too much.

"Well aren't you commanding?"

"KISS ME."

"Yes, master," Fang said with a smirk.

He leaned down, and I closed my eyes in expectancy.

And it never came.

Instead he whispered, "Let me tell you a story first."

"Fang!"

"Just wait, your kiss is coming."

"Fine."

"A long time ago, I fell in love with a girl," he started.

"What?" I said irritated. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Her name was Max," he continued.

I went silent. I definitely wanted to hear this.

"I met her when I was four and she punched and slapped me within 10 minutes," he said chuckling.

"That's because you called me a monster!" I protested.

"Then time skip a few years to ninth grade," he said. "Her first boyfriend cheated on her and we took out a successful mission to make him jealous."

"Oh jeez, don't remind me," I groaned.

"But that day was also the day I made my first move on her."

My eyes grew wide. I almost forgot about that!

"And then an accident happened. We got involved in a huge car wreck and I fell into a coma. For years I left this girl and today, for three hours, I listened to one of my friends ramble on about how she came to visit me every day, even though she's in college."

"Wait that's what Nudge was talking about?!"

"And so I woke up. And I heard that this girl was getting married today in the chapel."

"That was for business purposes," I said in defense.

"So I ran out of the hospital despite the doctors protests, called a taxi, and came here as fast as I could. Just in time."

"'Impeccable timing,'" I quoted Iggy.

"And she said she loved me. And that... was one of the happiest moments of my life."

Finally he leaned down and kissed me at last.

Whew, I literally rewrote this chapter at least 6 times just to make it perfect. And still, it isn't perfect. BUT YAY! KISS! The moment you've all been waiting for has FINALLY come! Satisfied? This story is going to end either next chapter or the chapter after that, so be prepared. Don't worry, either way the last chapter will be a tearjerker (or at least I'll hope it to be haha). Well, I hope this chapter was good! Merry (late) Christmas! R&R?