A/N: I have this amazing quote to share with you wonderful readers. I heard two people in my school talking about the Hunger Games and this is what they said:

"I'm on Team Cato." "He's dead, dumbass!"

So instead of the typical love triangle, we now have a love rectangle. And with a dead person too!

Don't you people just love necrophilia?

Song Used: "You Belong With Me," by Taylor Swift

Hmmm… This bit takes place sometime before Angel, and after Fang

Read the A/N at the end… It's somewhat importantish.

And Dwarfperson… I'm really, really, really sorry.

DISCLAIMER: Maximum Ride, I own not. I also don't own "You Belong With Me" (Taylor Swift or whatever recording company or whoever owns it) or any other songs I've used before. Seriously, please don't sue me. I couldn't pay you the millions of dollars you'd want (or really any amount, being significantly cash-strapped).

Anyway...

ONTO LE CHAPTER!

Third Person POV:

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. He's getting ready as we speak. Look at his guitar. "

"And Max?"

"She doesn't suspect a thing. Oblivious to all but Erasers, as usual."

"SQUEEE! This is going to be so amazing."

"Quiet squeal, Nudge. Max will kill us if she finds us."

"Oh. Sorry."

"It's fine."

"…"

"…"

"…"

"Wait, he's just about to start! Nudge, start recording!"

"OMG! I can't believe this is really happening! It's so adorable!"

"This definitely needs to be recorded for future blackmail… I mean, memories."

"Angel, why are you rubbing your hands like that? And what's up with that smile?"

"Nudge, pay attention to the camera not me."

"Geez, sorry."

Meanwhile…

Max POV:

CRACK. The sound seemed to come from far away. I shifted, not wanting to leave Fang's arms in my wonderful dream world.

CRACK. I jumped out of bed, completely startled, and landed on a horrible heap on the floor. Groggy, I lifted my head and glanced around for a couple of seconds.

CRACK. I jumped again but was able to locate to sound this time. It was coming from my window, but was too quiet to be a gunshot or Erasers…

I cautiously crept to the window. Peering out of it the foggy glass, I could make out one figure down on the ground. I sighed, and opened the window, ready to give hell to whoever was bothering me at this ungodly hour. I peered out of the window and…

CRACK. Just in time for a pebble to hit me square in the forehead. Okay, now I was royally pissed off.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled at the figure, whose blonde-brownish hair and blue eyes I could now make out clearly. Wait a minute…

"DYLAN!" I bellowed. For him, of all people, to wake me up at this time! Oh, he was so dead.

He must have been able to see the murderous expression on my face, because he squeaked out a sorry. Dylan didn't back away in terror, however, but stood his ground. Rather foolishly because I was already making my way towards him so that I could tear him into a billion pieces.

He picked up an acoustic guitar that I hadn't noticed before and strummed a quick chord. I paused, halfway out of the window. What was he up to? Dylan stopped for a second, and then began playing a few more lines on the guitar, avoiding looking at me.

After a few seconds, he began singing.

"You're on the phone with your boyfriend, he's upset and going off about something that you said," Dylan sang. "But he doesn't get you like I do." He took a deep breath and glanced at my face quickly.

"I'm in the room; it's a typical Tuesday night." It was like I couldn't move or do anything. I was just sitting there and watch this guy sing for me. The most surreal experience I've ever had. "I'm singing the kind of music he doesn't like and he'll never know your story like I do."

I bristled at this comment. Dylan's only been here for a few months, and he says he knows me better than Fang? Someone say deluded.

" 'Cause he wears black and I wear t-shirts." Dylan continued. "He's emo and I'm just normal. But I'm dreaming 'bout the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for, has been here for just a little while." He glanced back up at me, trying to gauge my reaction. I hoped I didn't look too mesmerized by his voice…

"If you could see that I'm the one who understands you." He sang the chorus an octave lower than Taylor Swift. "Been for a few months so why can't you see, you belong with me." Dylan paused again for a couple of seconds and then continued.

"You belong with me," he sang in a husky voice that sent shivers down my spine. What? No! I hated Dylan! Argh, as soon as I could move again, I was going tear off his wings and throw him down a cliff.

He continued playing that stupid guitar. I think I'll throw it off the cliff with him. After snapping it in half, of course.

"Walking the streets with you and your worn out jeans," he continued. "I can't help thinking, this is how it ought to be. " Dylan, looks up at me again, his face earnest and pleading.

Whatever. If a puppy-dog face was all it took to make me cave, Angel would have been ruling the Flock long ago.

"Laughing on the park bench, thinking to myself, hey isn't this easy," Dylan smiles.

I mentally gag.

"And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town. I haven't seen it in a while since he brought you down." Okay, maybe I've been sulking since Fang left but this doesn't give him the right to say anything!

But deep inside, I'm sort of flattered that Dylan thinks I have a nice smile.

'Bad Max!' my subconscious scolds me. 'You love Fang, remember?' I scowled at the imaginary voice.

I paused for a few seconds and reviewed what just happened.

I need to see a shrink.

Dylan continued, oblivious to my thoughts. "You say you're fine, I know you better than that. What did you see in a guy like that?"

" 'Cause he wears his hair long and I have (insert haircut?)." Dylan scowled, as if he had eaten something Gazzy cooked up. "He's got his own Flock, and I'm just the tagalong."

'Great, so you noticed?' I say vehemently in my mind.

"Dreaming 'bout the day, when you wake up and find that what you're looking for," He crooned desperately. "Is right in front of you."

He started into the chorus again. "If you could see that I'm the one who understands you, been here for quite some time so why can't you see me? You belong with me."

"Standing by and waiting at your window," Dylan sang. "All this time, how could you not know baby? You belong with me."

Was I delusional or were those giggles I heard from the trees in the background?

"I remember flying to your house in the middle of the night." His hand slipped on the guitar, producing a wrenching screech. Dylan winced for a moment then continued. "I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry."

"I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams. Think I'll know where you belong, think I know it's with me." Dylan held eye contact with me for a few moments. The world was completely silent for a few seconds. I held my breath, feeling self-conscious under his gaze for some completely random reason.

He began singing again. "Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you? Only just got here but can't you see? You belong with me."

Cue guitar. "Standing by and waiting at your back door, all this time, how could you not know baby? You belong with me." Dylan abandoned his guitar at this point and jumped into the air, spreading his wings in one fluid motion. He hovered right in front of me for a few seconds, his expression hesitant. I was about to ask him what the hell he was doing in front of my window at that moment and slug him in the face when his face moved forward.

And he kissed me.

Well, damn. That was one way to make an impression.

He broke off the kiss after a few seconds. I stared at him for a few seconds and he stared back at me, his face unreadable.

Dylan, before I could cut him with some witty comment, whispered, "Have you ever thought, just maybe, you belong with me."

My mental facilities suddenly returned to me and I found myself able to move. I hopped back inside the room I shared with Ella, and slammed the window closed in his face.

"That's for me to decide," I shouted at him, suddenly and irrationally furious. "NOT YOU!"

Dylan's face shifted through so many emotions; shock, anger, hurt, and a few I didn't recognize.

I watched him land back on the ground, pick up the guitar, and fly far, far, away.

Third Person POV:

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"Oh… My…God…"

"Holy shit indeed, Nudge. I'm the mind reader, and I didn't see that coming."

"…."

"Nudge? What are you..? Why are you laughing so hard?"

"BECAUSE THAT WAS SO SWEET AND FUNNY AND OMG, WHEN FANG SEES THIS!"

"Fang will NOT see this Nudge. At least, not until necessary."

"What do you mean Angel?"

"Blackmail, Nudge, blackmail."

"Ah."

"Ah indeed."

A/N: So I apologize for my totally horrible updating. I'm on Spring Break right now so I'm going to try my absolute best to get another Maximum Musical scene out to you people. Which, I promise you, will be one of the songs requested by you people (I'm not sure which one yet).

And I apologize. To all Dylan haters, especially dwarfperson. I started out this thing intending to make Dylan sound like a complete idiot. Instead, it became sort of sentimental and less funny. Don't blame me, blame the voices. I'm still sorry though.

I'm watching Fairy Tail, a fantastical anime right now. I've been obsessed with anime for the past couple of months; Inuyasha first, Ouran Host Club next, and now Fairy Tail.

You should go watch all of them.

Oh, but before you do, R&R?

-Queen of Narnia49