Title: First Date

Oneshot #: 1

Pairing: Fax

Other info: Max saved the world, now they're living with Dr. M. Max, Fang, and Iggy are all 18. You can figure out the rest from there.

MPOV

I stood in front of my mirror, trying not to hyperventilate.

I tried my best to smooth my dress. It looked nice with my features. It was dark green that was tight around my chest and flow-y around my legs, and came down in the front in triangular pleats. It brought out the gold in my eyes and the little streaks in my hair. I was grateful that it went a little bit past my knees.

Ella said from outside my door, "Max? Are you ready? Fang's waiting."

I took a deep breath, smoothed my hair and dress, and grabbed my jacket. The silver bangles on my wrists clinked a little bit.

I opened the door. Ella gasped a little bit. (A/N: I seem to be saying that a lot.) "You. Look. A-ma-zing!"

I blushed. Then I walked down the stairs.

Ella stopped me. "Wait."

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

She grinned. "Let me at least announce you.'

I laughed slightly. "Whatever."

Ella ran down the stairs. She stood in the doorway of the living room and announced, "Presenting, Miss Maximum Ride."

I walked down the stairs and came to a halt in front of the living room.

The flock and Mom stared at me. I blushed even more.

Iggy elbowed Fang. (A/N: He got his sight back the previous year.) Fang shook his head like he was coming out of a stupor.

He walked over and gave me a half-grin.

Mom smiled and told us, "Have fun you two. Be safe and—"

"We'll be back before eleven," Fang finished. "Don't worry about her Dr. Martinez. I'll take care of her."

Mom gave him a tired and grateful smile.

Fang and I left. He opened the passenger door of his and Iggy's car.

We drove for a while. Finally, we came to the theater in the middle of town.

Don't be nervous, I thought. It's just your… first date! With Fang!

Fang looked down at me and gave me a gentle look. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, his heat searing into me. "You okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Totally."

After the movie, Fang and I went to the edge of town, where there was this hill with an amazing view.

We sat on the hood of the car, talking and laughing.

Fang glanced at me. I looked at him. He quickly averted my gaze. "What?" I asked, still laughing.

He took a deep breath. "Max, I need to tell you something"

I gave him a gentle smile. "Sure."

He gazed at me, seeming a little uncertain. "Max, for a while, I was unsure of what I thought about you. Now… I realize that I—" He stopped.

I was scared. "What? Now what?"

Fang looked deeply into my eyes. "Now, I realize that I love you. And… I was wondering if you love me back."

I put my hand on his cheek. "Of course I do, Fang. I always will."

We had left the car radio on, now the station was playing "Love Story" by Taylor Swift.

Fang smiled. "You want to dance?"

I smiled back. "Cool."

We stood. Fang put his hands on my hips and I put mine on his shoulders. Then I leaned my head on his chest.

"This is nice," I said as we swayed.

"Yeah," Fang agreed.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being with the one person in the world I could ever love.

FPOV

All I felt was her head on my chest and her hands on my shoulders. All I heard was her soft breathing.

"Fang?" Max murmured.

"Yeah?" I whispered back.

"Promise me that you'll never leave me again." Her voice was small. I knew she was thinking about the time we'd split the flock in two.

I kissed her forehead and whispered, "I promise you, Maximum Ride, that for as long as I live I will never, ever leave you."

She looked up and smiled. "I promise that I will never leave you, Fang, for as long as I live."

I smiled. Her eyes lit up.

Before I knew what was happening, Max and I kissed.

We just stood there and wrapped our arms around each other, Taylor Swift's voice carrying on around us about lovers being together finally.

The story of my life.

Her fingers tangled in my long, shaggy hair. My hands were flat against her back.

We slanted our heads so we could get closer.

It felt so good to be with Max, my angel, for what seemed like a millennia.

When we finally broke apart, I whispered, "I will never leave you. No matter what happens next."

Max's beautiful brown eyes bored into mine. "I know."

I held her against me. "I love you," I murmured into her hair.

"You, too," she whispered back.

When we drove home, Max was smiling gently.

I think she was happy I'd told her I loved her. Personally, I was a little giddy myself from finding out she loved me back.

When we pulled up in the driveway a few minutes after ten-fifty, I noticed Dr. Martinez had left the porch light on.

Max sighed. "Mom."

I nodded. I put the car in park and we got out.

When I opened the front door for max, we were met by an overly-excited flock and Ella.

"Hey! Hey!" Dr. Martinez said over the noise. "Give them some space. You can ask them about it tomorrow."

When we were upstairs, I stood with Max outside her bedroom.

"Thank you," she said quietly. "I had a really great time."

I gave her a half-grin. "No problem."

She smiled. "Well, g'night."

"Night," I said.

Just as I was turning to leave, Max said, "Fang."

I turned just as her lips made contact with mine.

I let go of my immediate surprise and went along with it. My hands slid to the back of her neck and her waist.

She wrapped her arms around my neck.

When we stopped, we were both smiling.

"Night," we both said at the same time.

Max gave me a beautiful smile and went to her room, shutting the door behind her.

I went to my room. I flopped down on my bed, images of Max running through my head.

I loved her.

She loved me.

And we had promised never to leave each other. Ever.

This had been one of the best days of my life.

And I was pretty sure that the rest of my life was gonna be exactly like that.

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