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"Ahh, that's a nice cup o' joe." I rolled my eyes and shook my head, all while snatching back my coffee.

"Woah, there! That's mine! Get your own!"

"Well then," he said, as he was slowly rising from his laid back position, "you get possessive over your food. Honestly, I wonder what you would do if I tried to steal your cookies." I glared at him venomously. "But it's not like I would try that or anything. You know… I mean…it's just… what I meant was – what's Iggy making for breakfast?"

Wow. FEEL MY WRATH, FANG! I gave a quiet laugh and just left the room.

FIVE MINUTES LATER IN THE KITCHEN

"BACON! THANKS, IG!" There's the Fang I grew up with; always thinking with his stomach. He piled food—and I don't just mean some food, I mean a LOT of food—onto his plate and started shoving some sticky and syrupy pancakes into his mouth. No less than three minutes later there was no more breakfast left. And I mean in the whole kitchen. Boy, that kid can eat. When he finished he put his plate into my dishwasher and rested against the counter. Nobody was talking, and if I said it wasn't awkward then I would be lying more than that Pinocchio fellow. Finally Iggy got up and puffed his cheeks out, like he was hesitating to say something in the middle of an awkward silence… NOPE! COULDN'T BE THAT! Pfft.

"Right then… I'm gonna leave you two alone… to chat… uh…yahhh…. Hasta luego!" Iggy turned right around, grabbed Gazzy by the shirt, and left Fang and me alone in the kitchen. We turned to face each other and stared into each others eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

"Look, uh, Max? I've been meaning to talk to you."

"Uh… o..kay? Care to elaborate?"

"W-well, uh, could we kind of g-go flying?" Okay, I'm confused. Fang,

Fang was stuttering! RUN! THE APOCOLYPSE MUST BE AMONG US! I nodded my head and went to the closet to grab out windbreakers. I tossed him his and we both headed to the front yard. Looking both ways to check, (you can never be too cautious), we extended our long wings to their full length and took off. "Hey, Fang!" I shouted over the heavy wind. "Where are we going? I thought you said you wanted to talk to me?" "Not here. Wait until we land." Okay, then. That got me absolutely nowhere. Ten minutes later we landed in this meadow. I must say, it was absolutely breathtaking. Carefully tucking my wings in, I sat down in the middle of a patch of brightly colored flowers and neon green grass. Lots of colors. Fang sat down next to me, although it was kind of far away. He sat with his knees to his chest and his arms around them. I watched his face glow in the sun as he stared into its radiant cornucopia of oranges and reds. He abruptly turned to me, and startled me, from breaking the peace.

"Max, I want you to know, that I never stopped loving you. I've thought

of so many different ways to tell you this, but I just can't. Whenever I'm

around you, I can hardly think, let alone speak. I'm intoxicated by your

very presence. Everything you do, everything you say. It all affects me. Max,

I love y—" I cut him off. I couldn't let him finish.

He left me, and I missed him. Truth is, I never stopped loving him either. And yet at the same time I hate him! I got up and started punching his stomach. Not as hard as I could, but a punch none the less. With every word I said I threw in a punch.

"Don't—even—say—it—Fang—you freaking left—us! You can't just—say—that—you never stopped—**—loving—me! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" At this point I finally gave up and let the tears I had kept in for so long cascade down my flushed cheeks. I collapsed into his chest and let his muscular arms wrap around me, his hand stroking my hair delicately; almost as if he were afraid I would break. He picked me up suddenly, sat down in the grass, and laid me down in his lap. Surprisingly he just let me cry into him until his t-shirt was completely soaked. When I felt that I had cried all I could, I looked up at him. Again, he was staring into the nearly vanished sun. Without looking away, he spoke up.

"Max, I meant every word. I really do love you. I just… this is the first time in years that I've said so much, and loved so much. And it kind of scares me. You… you don't really hate me, do you?" I could detect every inch of hurt in his voice, but I'm pretty sure anyone could've figured that out. I had hurt Fang. All because I couldn't suck everything up and tell him how I felt years ago. I shook my head.

"Fang, I could never hate you," I said quietly. I licked my lips and searched for the right words to say. "Okay, well, as you know, I've never really been good at all of these heartfelt… things… but you deserve to know." I buried my head in his chest and poured my heart out. "I never stopped loving you, either. It took me years to figure out how much I needed you beside me. I love everything about you. And as much as I want to hate you, I just can't bring myself to do it. You have no idea how much I want to hate you right now." He then lied down flat on his back and beckoned me to do the same. We were laying side by side, with my head on his chest. As much as I hated to admit it, I loved being this way with Fang. I looked over at him, and all traces of the hurt and love, (although some was still there, it always

was, I just never took the time to notice it), were gone, and were replace with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a tight smirk on his lips.

"What are you—FANG!" He speedily jumped over from where he was to on top of me. It took me a while to realize how close our faces were. I took a deep breath and looked into his dark, deep eyes. He just stared at me with so much written on his face; hesitation, love, confusion, joy.

Then he leaned down to my ear and whispered something so soft that I almost missed it. "Don't run away this time?" He said, although it came out as more of a question. My breath caught in my throat. I looked away, and started mumbling bits of excuses. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his face fall. Sighing, I turned my head back. What was I doing? This was Fang! My best friend! The one who I loved! I already admitted it to him… sort of! But still! And besides, I was Max. Maximum Ride. The Invincible Maximum Ride. The Invincible, Incredible, Indescribable, Maximum Ride! So I took a deep breath and told him what I had so desperately wanted to for a long time now.

"Never." With that I myself, (GO ME! I MADE THE FIRST MOVE!), leaned up and kissed his lips gently. He pulled back a short while later and I raised an eyebrow mischievously. "Hell no, mister. I lost you once, and I'm definitely not losing you again." I saw a slight smirk reach his face before his lips once again connected with mine. Fang's lips became a want, a need, a hunger. Right then and there, I knew that I didn't just love Fang. I was in love with him.

And I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

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