A/N: I love this idea hope you guys do too. This is my first attempt at a songfic. This song fit perfectly I've always loved the song. I've actually just love Paramore to be exact. REVIEW! Oh this is going to be short because it's just the introductory chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride or the song The Only Exception.

~ShantyMoE~

~: When I was younger I saw my daddy cry, and curse at the wind. He broke his own heart and I :~ watched as he tried to reassemble it. And my momma swore that she'd never let herself forget. That was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love: if it does not exist.

Chapter 1: My father.

When I was little my dad, was an alcoholic. I was ten years old when he came home one day, yelling, screaming, and cursing at me and my mother. My mother just hugged him and cried. My father began to cry also and said a long string of curses to be carried away by the wind. That was the day I promised myself that love wasn't real. I promised myself I'd never sing another love song for love was nothing but a lie. The next day my mom had sat up an intervention for my dad. He agreed and went to rehab haven't seen him since. Till this day, four years later here I am. I stood in the skirt and shirt my mom had forced me in. The skirt was white and ruffled, and I had on a plain baby blue long sleeve t-shirt. My hair which is whatever color it is; was tied in a ponytail. The taxi pulled up. My dad got out of the car looking as sober as ever. My mom started crying and ran into his arms. They stood like this for a while; I just watched.

"Maximum Batchelder?" my dad looked at me cocking his head to the side.

"Hi Je- Dad." I fake smiled.

"I'm so sorry Max."

"Okay." I looked at my shoes not knowing what to say. So I did what comes naturally to me, I ran. I ran down the driveway, out into the street. I kept running and running. I ran down a narrow dirt path. I tripped on a tree root, and face planted on the ground. Why'd I run? Oh yeah, because that man right there was not my father. It didn't feel right. No yelling, no screaming, not even the smell of alcohol coming off of his breath. My father was never much of a father, now that he was trying it felt just plain weird. Foreign somehow.

"Um are you okay?" A deep voice broke through my thoughts. I looked up to see a guy. A teenage guy to be exact. He had black hair that swept over his eyes, in a graceful like wave, he was wearing a gray and black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and black converse. His eyes were what really blew my mind though, they were black, with strange golden specks in them. His eyes were gorgeous.

"Are you okay?" he asked again. He stretched out a hand to me. I took it standing up.

"I'm okay I guess." He wiped something wet off my cheek. I didn't know I had been crying, that is nothing like the Maximum I am. I almost never cry.

"How'd you end up on this road?"

"I was running." I dusted off my skirt.

"Oh." He finished lamely.

"I'm Maximum, but call me Max." I smiled at him.

"Nicholas, but I go by Fang. I've always went by that since when I was three and bit one of my doctors." He did what I guess was a smile. I usually didn't talk to guys, but I had a feeling this one was going to be my one and only exception.

A/N Review Guys review. Sorry it's so short. The rest of the chapters will be way longer. This was only the introduction.