If you are reading this, kudos to you! I wrote this story because I fell in love with a song. If you can guess the name of the song and the artist, review or pm me and I will recognize you in another chapter unless you shoot down that idea. And even if you don't know, review and tell me what I can do to improve. I'm a new person here so you guys gotta help me out! For now, this is a one-shot unless you guys ask me to extend it.

P.S. I don't own Maximum Ride, that honor goes to JP!

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The midsummer moon gently broke the darkness of the Arizona desert and fell upon two figures gliding on the wind. The girl had hair bleached silver and white by the moonlight and pale skin that released its own kind of glow. Her wings stretched out out behind her, alternating between streaks of shadows and gleaming ivory. The boy was her opposite, ebony hair, obsidian wings, a radiant darkness eminating from him to those who could make out his figure in the midnight sky.

They landed silently like memories of the past on the porch. Stepping closer to the girl, he gently tilted her head up to better see her face, "Did you enjoy it?"

She giggled, "Of course, why wouldn't I have?"

They had sat on the peak of a mountian about a mile from where they were now and had watched the moon and stars dominate the falling Sun. The boy put his arms around her, pulling her into a hug, enveloping her in a dark warmth.

As much as she wanted to stay in his arms, she pulled back and said, "Fang, they were expecting us at midnight, you better not push your luck. What would Mom say?"

"Hmm," he murmered, "Have you forgotten the first fourteen years of our lives you were our mother?"

"No, and I have nightmares about it frequently."

"Which part?" he breathed against her neck.

She sighed as she pushed him back enough to see his face and look him in the eyes, "I see you getting ripped to shreds by Ari, I see Angel getting taken while we were used as punching bags..."

"Punching bags that hit back."

"Will you let me finish?"

"No, because it always makes you upset and that is one thing I don't want."

Max leaned her head on Fang's shoulder and whispered to herself, "What did I do to deserve someone like you?"

At the same time, Fang was pondering how he could get Max to see how much he really, truely loved her. Then, he got an idea. He pulled her head up and met her curious eyes and whispered, "I would never push you, hurt you. You know that don't you?"

"Yeah, but..."

He silenced her by touching his lips to hers. He was gentle, soft as the moonlight that had followed them back to their house. That kiss said everything that they felt, Fang's love and desire, Max's hesitantness and compassion. Soon though, it was over, and even though it was just a kiss, it was a kiss that meant everything to them, and was the perfect goodnight kiss, as they both went inside to their respective rooms and revisited their kiss in both of their dreams.