Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride because James Patterson does. I don't own Terminator either. Or Prada.

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Those the words hung in the air for what seemed like hours. I sat down on the couch across from the one that Fang was sitting against.

"That's not possible," I whispered.

Fang looked up at me. "What?"

I folded my hands in my lap, cleared my throat, and repeated myself. "That's not possible."

"I know." He ran his hands through his hair. "I ruined whatever chance we had when I moved back here with Lisa."

"Why didn't you tell me about her?" I asked. "We talked at least once a week before you moved here. Why didn't you think of bringing her up?"

He shook his head and laughed. "Honestly, I didn't think she and I would last that long. I tried to break it off with her when my parents said we were moving. She believed the whole 'long-distance doesn't work' thing," Fang took a deep breath. "Her parents spoiled her. I should have seen it coming because she went home that day and threw a fit until they promised to move her family here too."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" I asked.

"You don't." Fang shrugged. "But if you're willing to give it a chance-"

I cut him off. "Give what a chance?" My voice almost cracked. "You can't fix something that broke a long time ago." I stopped myself. "And even if you are telling the truth, why didn't you tell me after you moved here?"

"You didn't return my calls and blocked me on every social network possible. We stopped talking." He got up and sat next to me. "I thought I could use Lisa to fill that, but I couldn't. It took these past two days for me to realize that I really do love you."

I turned away. "Stop saying that. We both know that it's not true."

Fang reached over to me and put his finger tips to my chin. I let him turn my face so that I was looking directly into his eyes. "It's true for me."

I shook my head slightly. "You're lying. That's not possib-"

Then, he kissed me. It was short, but only because I pushed him back a bit in shock.

"Nothing is impossible," he whispered, leaning in again.

They say it can take a lifetime to build walls around your emotions but just one moment to send those walls tumbling down. I can confirm that that statement was true because as soon as Fang's lips left mine, my closely guarded walls came crashing down.

"You might be right," I whispered back at Fang before balling the collar of his shirt in my fingers and pulling him toward me, pressing my lips to his.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, letting one snake up and hold the back of my head. Fang tilted his head and pressed himself closer to me. "I have wanted to do this," he mumbled between kisses, "for such a long time."

A shrill scream from somewhere at the top of the stairs that sent Fang and I springing apart. I looked up to see Nudge, Ella, and Angel all standing along the railing, grinning from ear to ear.

"Were you spying on us?" Fang asked, straightening the collar of his shirt.

Nudge ran down the stairs and skipped over to us. "Yes," she answered Fang. "You made up!" she squealed.

"Sure took long enough," Iggy said, emerging from the basement.

Fang spoke up. "Correction: Max is giving us," he flicked his finger to me and then to himself, "a chance."

Ella scoffed. "Same thing!"

Fang took my hand, followed by an eruption of 'aww's from the five other people in the room.

"Time for bed, kids!" I said. It was a long shot but a decent idea to try to get them to shut up.

"No fair!" whined Angel and Gazzy in unison.

Fang stood up and joined in. "Yeah, it's time for bed." He helped me usher them all to the foot of the stairs.

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An hour later, Angel, Gazzy, Ella, Nudge, and even Iggy were in in their rooms. Fang and I were sitting on the couch in silence. It should have felt awkward, but it was oddly comfortable.

We were about halfway through Terminator when the doorbell rang. I checked my watch.

"Who visits at 9:00?" I asked.

"Maybe it's your mom," Fang guessed.

I shook my head. "Her flight doesn't come in until tomorrow morning."

"Let's not answer," Fang suggested.

I nodded and laying my head on the back of the couch, sighing as I relaxed into the cushions. The ringing persisted, and my eyes flew open.

"I'll get it," I slid of the couch and made my way to the door. By the time I reached the foyer, the impatient dinging had reached a constant rate. Whoever was at the door definitely didn't seem threatening from the silhouette that I could see through the stained-glass window. They were short and had a small frame. I turned around and saw Fang leaning against the wall about ten feet behind me. Stiffening my shoulders, I turned the knob and opened the door.

Standing in my doorway, dressed from head to toe in designer clothes and wielding a Prada handbag, was none other than Lisa.

"Fang," she breathed. Then she huffed and pushed past me with a glare, making a beeline for Fang who immediately began backing up. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" she cried, wrapping her arms around Fang.

Fang pushed her away awkwardly. "Lisa, what are you-"

She sniffled and took Fang's hands in hers. "I'm taking you back."

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Author's Note:

Hahaha Another cliffie! Sorry about that.

Thanks to my beta reader I was able to get this up faster than expected.

Thanks to everyone who reads this and puts up with my sparatic updates. I'm thinking maybe one or two more chapters, hopefully that's enough to close it up.

-Pixie Lala XOXO