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Max

The average heart rate for a mutation of my degree was about one hundred and thirty. Currently, it was lost somewhere in the four hundreds and yet somehow I hadn't had a heart attack yet. Not necessarily a bad thing, but looking into Fang's blank slate of a face I couldn't be sure it was so good either. I'd much rather die from embarrassment than hear him say no. Although somewhere deep down in that black shriveled up mess I called a soul I wanted him to utter that single world. That one nuisance declining my proposal.

If he said no I wouldn't have to leave. Instead I'd have to idly sit by and wait for him to propose. I'd probably die first but at least it'd be next to him.

"You… you want to get m- married?" The voice of my boyfriend choked out, causing me to refocus on his dark eyes swirling with the uncertainty of a wild beast peering upon a possible ally.

"F- forget it. It was a stupid idea," I rushed out hastily, silently praying he wouldn't persist like he normally did. If he didn't bother then I wouldn't leave. If I didn't leave then maybe, just maybe I'd have to tell him, and if I told him he wouldn't hate me seven years from now. It was the kind of domino effect that painted a beautiful picture.

"What? No. I mean…" A sigh deeper than the ocean fell out of Fang's mouth as he grabbed my hand, eager to pull me back in before the tide of regret submerged me. "I just never thought you, of all people, would want a wedding."

"It shocked me too," I mumbled, leaning my body against his and burying the side of my face in his chest. It was so nice for us to be together and here I was ruining it with thoughts of flower choices and bridesmaid dresses. Although if I got the chance I'd make them a navy blue, with white… stop it Max!

"Baby, I love you, and if that's what you want then your wish is my command," Fang whispered, pressing his lips against the top of my head.

"You have to want it to or we won't do it." Don't want it. I thought, although my own mind was cut off by his confident answer.

"Of course I want to marry you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me." Well Dammit, I thought to myself at his words, although I only pressed myself closer to his warmth.

"Okay. I'm glad we settled that then,"

"Um Max, we haven't settled anything," Suddenly the warmth vanished along with my support, and I stumbled onto the bed as Fang began to pace. "We need to pick flowers, cake flavors, band or DJ, what our song we'll dance to will be, who we want to invite, your wedding dress, my suit, and the list goes on. There's no time to sleep if we-"

"Fang, we can't have a big wedding. I'm Maximum Ride, not some ordinary girl. All attention is bad attention. We can't risk it right now." I cut him off, watching as my boyfriend deflated from the whirlwind of excitement into a speck of joy and a false smile. It occurred to me then that although Fang was an experiment, he had lived a relatively normal life. It was one that let him dream of big weddings and a large house to have a family in. Nothing like the thought of holding a loved one back made your mind firm in its decision. After the wedding I would leave, and hopefully I'd make it back in time.

"Oh… well that's alright," Fang clapped his hands together in an attempt to regain all the happiness that left him because of me. "Something small will be nice too. Maybe some speakers, a cake, the usual gang, still a dress for you and- oh! Where should we have it?"

"Well isn't it obvious?" I asked, deciding that my place of choice would have to throw him off.

"Max, I am an eighteen year old male who understands girls about as much as a rock does."

"Nice comparison," I mumbled, letting my head fall onto a pillow as Fang climbed into bed next to me and let about half of his body weight hold me down.

"So what were you thinking?" He asked, kissing my cheek, my neck, my collarbone.

"Vegas," I breathed out, not bothering to push him away.

"Sounds hot." He wasn't listening. Not really. That much I could tell as he yanked his own shirt off.

"Fang," I whined, although he didn't seem too interested in anything I had to say.

"Oh come on, let's celebrate. We're gonna get married," My boyfriend persisted, a look swirling in his dark eyes I couldn't quite ignore. That kind of love wasn't something easily able to look away from. And so, with a fake groan of annoyance, I finally gave in.

"Tell me again how you managed to get us a jet all on your own?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at my brother as he stood next to me in the elevator.

"The less you know, the better, Baby Sis. So, you wanna tell me why it was so urgent to get you to Vegas?"

"The less you know the better, Big Bro," I shot back in the most sing-song voice I could manage with Fang's arms wrapped around me. He hadn't been able to let go since yesterday when I finally coughed out a proposal.

"That's probably true, just don't hurt yourselves, okay?" Ari advised jokingly as we made it up to the fifth floor of the hotel room.

"No promises," Fang said, picking me up with a little less ease than he normally would have. It must have been from the jetlag. Or maybe for those eight pounds you've gained. My brain guessed, although I ignored it, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Okay, you two lovebirds just don't get drunk and get hitched or anything," Iggy snickered suggestively, and although his sight had only been gone a month or so, I could tell that his hearing had already advanced; enough that he heard everything.

"Sir, yes, Sir," I saluted even as Fang carried me off down the hallway. Vaguely, I watched as Lupo dragged Iggy in the opposite direction where room E27 awaited them, all the while Ari walked a few feet to the left before disappearing into a room. Poor guy, I thought. Out of the gang he was the only one without somebody to love. Well, no, that wasn't really true. he had somebody to love, she just didn't love him back. Which, considering everything, was completely understandable.

"So," Fang began, stopping in front of our room and letting me onto my own two feet so he could unlock the door. Without Ari's knowledge Fang had managed to order our room specifically. I guess that my brother leaving his keys in the rental car wasn't an accident. It gave my boyfriend- or was he my fiance now? I guess so- just enough time to get all the rooms, including our romantic suite filled with roses and faint lighting.

"So," I echoed softly, my hand anxiously reaching to the back of my neck, just barely feeling the slight pattern of my downfall.

"What shall we do until tomorrow night?" My Fiance asked, and I thought vaguely about the fact that this was really happening, that I was really about to marry the man of my dreams just to leave him high and dry with a note of all things, before my mind drifted to the slot machines neither of us were old enough to play. How long would it take to get two fake IDs? If Nudge was doing it then seconds, if Ari tried to do it… never.

"How good are you with a computer?" I answered with a question of my own, and Fang managed to send me a sly grin that said he got the picture.

"Good enough."

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Also, thanks so much for sticking with me, the thought of this story finally coming to an end both makes me happy and sad, but alas, it is. Maybe about ten to twenty chapters before this project ends and a new one begins.

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