I actually wrote this aaaaaaaages ago, but forgot to post it. So here you go. Warning: Twilight Bashing. Sorry, but I can't stand the series.

Thanks you's, Hugs, and all that Mush

Max POV:

I cannot believe this. Ella and Nudge just forced me to watch Twilight and New Moon, the crappiest movies ever. The girl was a total sap who fell for a sparkly vampire and decided that he was the only reason for her to live. The actors weren't even that good looking!

Anyway, after we got back from the cinema, I shut myself in myself in my room and lay on my bed, turning on the radio.

"And now we are gonna play The Only Exception, by Paramore. Great song, folks!" The radio host announced.

When I was younger I saw

My daddy cry and curse at the wind

He broke his own heart as I watched

As he tried to reassemble it

And my other swore that she would

Never let herself forget

And that was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love

If it does not exist

Hmm, this was an interesting song.

But darling, you are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

Slightly mushy. I don't do mushy very well.

Maybe I know, somewhere, deep in my soul

That love never lasts

And we've got to find other ways to make it alone

Or keep a straight face

That was true enough, at least. From my limited experience of love, it didn't exactly seem long-lasting.

And I've always lived like this keeping a

Comfortable distance

And up until now I had sworn to myself

That I'm content with loneliness

Because none of it was ever worth the risk

Wow, freaky. This sounded just like me.

But you are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

(repeat)

For some weird reason, I was starting to think about Fang. How I kissed him on the beach, and how he was always there for me.

I've got a tight grip on reality but I can't

Let go of what's in front of me here

That was just like me, too.

I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up.

Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream

Oh, oh ,oh

I like this song.

And I'm on my way to believing

Oh, and I'm on my way to believing

The radio guy started talking again but I just leaned over and turned the radio off. I lay there for a few minutes, thinking, then I got up and went downstairs.

Fang was sitting on the sofa, watching TV with a bored expression. On a sudden impulse, I gave him a hug. He looked at me in surprise.

"What was that for?" Fang asked. I shrugged, unsure of how to explain.

"I just wanted to say thank you. For always being there for me, especially when I need it the most." I said hesitantly.

For a moment he just stared at me, silent. The he got up and hugged me warmly. I was shocked. Fang was not a hug kind of person.

"You're welcome." He whispered in my ear. I relaxed and hugged him back.

We were still hugging ten minutes later when Ella came downstairs looking for tape.

What'd you think? Crappy ending, I know, but still, hope you liked it!