OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG IT'S 2015! Even though I don't feel different! …well, let's make it through this year as well I guess. Howeverrrrr, I'm sure you all know, MAXIMUM RIDE IS GETTING ANOTHER BOOK! Yes yes, if you didn't know already, on May 18th, 2015 (edited: I originally put January 19th because that's what my bookstore told me but some reviewers told me otherwise; thanks!), we are getting another book called Maximum Ride Forever. I don't know where JP is headed now (since I thought that Nevermore was the end, but nope!), but let's hope more answers are uncovered. ;)

Anyway, I decided this would be the last chapter. Well, technically, this is the epilogue. Whoops. Well, this is it, huh? The last chapter of my first story/ sequel.. Thanks for sticking with me all this time (even if you weren't here since the very beginning) and here is the Epilogue!

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride. Done. SO LONG SUCKER

Epilogue: Our Story

Max POV

5 years later after the other 5 years…

"Hurry up! We overslept!"

"That was your fault, not mine."

"Who cares already, we're going to be late for our wedding!"

We pulled up at the church and immediately rushed backstage.

"Where were you two?" my mom said exasperatedly. "The wedding starts in an hour!"

"Sorry!" I said while panting, "We left the dress at home!"

"You two…"

"Sorry!"

"Fine, just go get dressed!" she said, shoving Fang into a different room while dragging me into the bridesmaids' room.

…

"Okay calm down Max, this is just another wedding. No biggie," Nudge said, while touching up on my hair.

Only five minutes remained before I my wedding began and I was panicking like a fish out of water outside the doors of the church.

"No biggie? NO BIGGIE?" I yelled. "The wedding starts in, what, 2 seconds and you tell me it's no biggie?!"

"Oh stop making a fuss," Ella sighed. "You're messing up your hair."

"You're such a great support," I said, "I can't believe I made you my maid of honor."

"Well, I'm your little sister, you couldn't help it," she said with a dazzling smile.

"Well I could say for J.J. and Ella to switch," I said, with a fixed eyebrow.

"Look," she said pausing for a moment to look at me, "Everyone's here and is waiting. It's about to start. I bet Fang's just as nervous as you, except masking it since he's, well, Fang. So tell me, are you ready or not ready to get married to the love of your life?"

"I'm ready," I said quietly. I couldn't believe my sister was nagging me before my wedding. Though, then again, I did the same thing to her at hers.

"Good, because if you don't marry him, I know plenty of women who would," she said with a final touch.

With that, I could hear the music start to play and we all got into our positions.

…

As I entered, I could see all the familiar faces that I haven't gotten around to seeing.

I saw old classmates, new classmates, and even some people I ran into along the way. Glancing around, I recognized some.

In one row, I saw Lissa. Unlike when she was in high school, I could tell she matured and she was accompanied by a nice looking husband and one child. Well, there goes my love rival.

In another row, there was Dylan. He looked the same from the last wedding, but ever since that day his company fell and that was the last I heard of him. Until now. He sat next to my cousin, Maya, and they looked happy enough.

I saw other familiar faces, like Alex (you know, the tomato juice guy/girl), Chad (or Chex Mix), Sam, Holden, Star, Ratchet, and everyone I had met along the way.

Finally, the end of the line came.

Jeb looked me in the eye, kind of like saying, "Don't mess it up this time," but instead of the weird, cold way he usually would be in, I thought it felt a little, I don't know, warm I guess? And for a moment, just a moment, I might have seen a small tear fall from the corner of his eye before he hurried off.

And then I saw Fang.

He smiled at me, making butterflies erupt in my stomach, but somehow I made it to the stage without killing myself or the dress.

And then it started.

For the second time in my life, I stood on this podium to get married and the moment that changed my life happened again, except this time, I hoped that it wouldn't.

I could feel the sweat roll off my face, as the nervousness built up with each word, but every time I felt I would just give up and go, "Nope, not doing this, coming back another day," I would look at Fang and he would smile giving me even more courage than before.

Soon enough, it was time.

Wrapping things up, the priest asked, "If anyone objects to the marriage speak now or forever hold your peace."

Thankfully, no one came in yelling "Wait!" and he continued. "With the power invested in me by the State of Arizona, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

"Are you ready for this?" Fang asked as he looked down at me.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I replied as I grabbed his collar, drew his face to mine, and kissing him with full on passion, startling him before he wrapped his arms around me so tightly that I couldn't breathe.

Cheers filled the air, and we broke apart, our cheeks flushed and our eyes sparkling with excitement as we looked at each other because we knew that this, even though we had already gone through so much, we knew it was only the beginning.

…

And like every other beginning, there must come an end.

Yes, I know that I could go on forever, about how are honeymoon went, our first jobs, the moment of joy when I saw my first child, my second child, and their children after that.

But I'll leave that for you to imagine.

I know what you're asking, why?

Why would I only tell just a small part of my life, when there could be an entire series written on it?

The answer is simple.

Time passes whether we like it or not. Even when you feel as if you fallen, it won't pause for a moment.

That was my mistake.

For nearly a decade, I neglected my feelings, and for another half a decade I regretted it.

But just as much as time doesn't like to stop, it also helps you.

It helps you to grow stronger, to learn from your mistakes no matter how far you've fallen and in the same way helps you stand back up.

And before you know it, those rough times that you wished would go away DO disappear and soon enough they become lessons, no, memories engraved in your heart.

Seventy-six years ago we met. For eleven years we hated and fell in love with each other. For five years I waited. Another five years later, we got married. Since then, we have continued to grow up a little more and more with each obstacle, meeting even more people and going even more places, until finally we have come to this point.

Now we are both eighty years old and ready to face anything that comes our way.

Even death.

Yet still, we are not fully grown yet. Even though we're so close to the ending of our lives, it still feels like we have so much more to do together.

But I'm still not afraid.

Because I know, we know, that no matter how long we live or whatever obstacles we go through, our story will never end.

How about yours?

…

Ohmigosh, that was so frikin cheesy, yet I'm crying since this is seriously the end. I never would've believed that this story, my first story, would EVER get so much fame, and more than a year later here I am with ya'll wrapping it up and ready to start another. Kind of. Frick, now I'm going to sob and cry myself to sleep. Well, it's been a long ride and hopefully we can get on another together again! R&R?

Sincerely, the author,

~maximumridetothemax~

(P.S. I'm gonna go back and revise all the chapters someday. Sorry for all the grammar mistakes.)