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The Universe Hates Me

By bandgeekclarinet14

Romance / Humor

Chapter 27

Fang's POV

"Do you still blame it on the rain?" I asked her coyly as a small smile tugged at my lips.

I had finally gotten the girl. About fucking time.

She blushed slightly as she brought her lips closer to mine, just hovering over them as she whispered, "The rain had nothing to do with it, I love you, I've always loved you. Forever and always."

Of course, Iggy had to ruin the moment as he chose just that very second to come speeding down the drive way blaring I Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore from his stereo station, singing obnoxiously as he hung his head out the window.

"I can't fight this feeling any longer.And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow.What started out as friendship,has grown stronger.I only wish I had the strength to let it showwwwww." He screeched as he did, what appeared to be, an interpretive dance.

I shot him an irritated glare as I tightened by hold on Max, to which he returned with a cheeky grin before trading it for an exasperated expression as he climbed out of his car.

"Damn it Fang. You had one job." He started in a mocking tone, "I thought we agreed! You were supposed to let me roll past you two as she opened the door, playing this song as you serenade her. Then, she would swoon over your wonderful and spot on song choice, since it's like your life in a nutshell and all, and then you would win the girl and live happily ever after popping out little hot tempered emo babies left and right. I mean you'd be living the dream man."

I rolled my eyes at him as the song continued to blast through the stereo and he continued to pout.

"Iggy," Max started in a mocking tone as she turned in my arms to face him, "No more using toxic gases in enclosed spaces, okay?"

He grumbled a little, pouting as we both snickered at him before muttering, "I do what I want. I'm a mother fucking pyrotechnic. You can't tell me what to do."

I felt a small smile spread across my face as another snicker escaped my mouth.

Life was never boring, that's for sure.


Max's POV

The next three weeks seemed to breeze by and before I knew it, it was the Saturday of prom and I was going.

Me.

The great self proclaimed Maximum Ride who swore on her life she'd never be caught dead at prom.

Maximum Ride, the independent white woman who didn't need no man, has a date to prom.

So, considering the fact that that little tidbit alone wasn't enough for the universe to implode, let's also consider the fact that I am going to prom with Fang, my boyfriend.

KABOOM.

If that's not apocalyptic I don't know what is.

Okay, so joking aside, I honestly still can't quite wrap my mind around it.

After all these years, I actually fell for my best friend, and, the universe working on my side for once, he actually fell for me too.

It's about five billion times a perfect cliché and puke worthy, but it's mine and I can't think of anything else that would make me happier.

So, back the whole prom situation.

Of course, Nudge being Nudge, she demanded that she come over early so we could get ready together, and by early I mean 5:30 am on a Saturday.

I'm not even up that early on a school day let alone a Saturday. Who the hell needs ten hours to get ready?

I swear if she didn't just so happen to be my best friend and my boyfriend's sister she would be six feet under right now and I wouldn't have an ounce of remorse.

Why do I have a feeling this is going to be our 8th grade dance all over again?

Oh God.


Fang's POV

I stood outside Max's front door nervously pulling at my midnight blue tie as my mom impatiently pounded on the door, cursing under her breath about leaving her emergency key at home. Yes mother, because someone not opening the door in what you believe is a timely manner is a total emergency.

Logic.

Groaning under my breath, I glared at my mother for her behavior. I suggested she stay home as I informed her that it's wasn't really necessary for her to accompany me to Max's house since Dr. M would be there and knowing her, she would capture every moment of the in grave detail, but she wasn't having any of that. She nearly maimed me for the thought.

Oh no, she wanted to be there to document every moment and detail for herself.

I shot my father a nearly pleading look to do something- anything, which he returned with a sympathetic smile of his own as he shrugged.

Damn it man, control your woman.

I was just about to lose my cool when the door swung open and we were greeted by our mothers screeching in excitement and hugging each other tightly. As they broke apart my father gave Dr. M a small nod as he stepped into the house, quickly joining Mr. Ride in the kitchen no doubt for a beer. If the night is going to continue on like this I might just need one too.

I offered Dr. M a small smile as I stepped into the living room and she wrapped an arm around me for a quick hug before dropping her arm and stepping back to take in my appearance. Now normally this wouldn't bother me, but this case was different. I swallowed tightly, my Adams apple bobbing up and down nervously as Dr. M's eyes dragged over my form inspecting me. I stood tensely as I waited for her opinion, not just Dr.M's anymore, but now my girlfriend's mother's opinion of me, and I have to admit, it was a bit nerve wracking.

She smiled brightly at me as she brought her hands up in a loving and admiring way.

"Awe, Fang, you look so handsome," she cooed at me and I felt my shoulders immediately relax at her words.

"When did you get so grown up on me?" She asked more to herself as she shook her head smiling.

I gave her a small smile in return before my mother decided to butt in, in full mom mode.

"Fang," she scolded as she rushed over to me pulling at my tie and cummerbund, "Fix your tie for god's sake. And look at your hair it's a complete mess. Did you even brush it?"

She glared at me as I gave her a sheepish smile before shrugging her off, "What can I say mom? Girls love the 'just rolled out of bed look'?"

She rolled her eyes as she raked her fingers through my hair, attempting to tame my messy locks.

"Yeah well I don't Nicolas. And I'm sure Max doesn't either."

I could hear our fathers snickering from the kitchen at my expense and I shot them a deathly glare to which the responded with a smirk of their own, hoisting their beer bottles in the air in my direction before taking a sip.

Bastards.

As my mother continued to pull at my attire I secretly prayed to whoever was running the universe up there, that Iggy would get his white ass here as quickly as possible.

As if my prayers were answered by the Gods, the doorbell rang through the house.

"I'll get it," I piped in quickly as I nearly sprinted towards the door.

I swung open the door quickly and was met with a cheekily grinning Iggy.

"It's about fucking time." I gritted out of my teeth as I glared at him.

"Well hello Fang, you're looking dapper today."

"Gee thanks. You sure took your sweet time. Way to leave a man to the sharks."

"What can I say," he shrugged as he side stepped me to come inside, "Beauty like this takes time."

"Beauty my ass," I muttered before shoving him into the living room to join the interrogation as well.

"Hate to break it to you Fang, but your ass isn't as wonderful as you may think," he shot back before greeting my parents.

"Iggy, don't you look handsome. And you even brushed your hair," my mother cooed before shooting me another glare. I rolled my eyes as Iggy grinned ear to ear.

"Why thank you Mrs. Walker. You're looking extravagant today, as always and likewise Doctor M." He winked as the two mothers blushed.

Kiss up.

God It's going to be a long night.


We were all sitting around the living room when Nudge's voice boomed down the stairs.

"Okay, we are ready. I'm coming down first. Mom, make sure you get my good side." She screamed, as if her voice wasn't loud enough already, before she started her descend down the stairs in a very dramatic fashion.

I watched as Iggy's eyes snapped to attention, him clutching tightly to the corsage in his hand.

She beamed brightly as she stepped off the last step joining our parents in the living room. Nudge looked absolutely beautiful in her dress and I have to admit, I know nothing about fashion, but her dress seemed to really fit her. It was a bright red, one strap dress that fit her nicely and was modest enough.

I was proud she didn't choose a whorey dress like I knew other girls tonight would have. I wouldn't have let her leave the house had she chosen a dress like that.

I smiled as she twirled around in circles, modeling for our mothers.

"Oh darling, you look absolutely stunning," our mother cooed as she continued to snap photo after photo.

I smiled as she walked over to me, bringing my arms up to hug her.

"You look beautiful Nudge," I whispered into her hair as she pulled away and smiled at me, her eyes watering.

I winked before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. She's growing up too fast.

A bright smile spread across her face as she wrapped her arms around me tightly, giving me a quick squeeze before whispering, "She looks beautiful you know. Absolutely stunning."

She smiled again, giving me an encouraging wink before releasing me and taking her place by Iggy.

We continued taking pictures, some of just Nudge, some of Iggy and Nudge and some of my sister and I, making sure our parents had a picture of everything.

When we were finished, Nudge turned to call loudly up the stairs for Max.

"Alright Max, I'm done modeling, now it's your turn," She yelled excitedly as she clung to Iggy's arm, "Come on down and show them how amazing you look!"

There was a silent pause before I saw Max's foot peep out from the top of the stairs but then disappeared quickly. My gut suddenly dropped at the thought that she no longer wanted to go to prom with me. There was a beat of an awkward silence before we heard Max's muffled voice.

"Wait," she started, "Am I going to be blinded when I step down from these stairs?" She questioned although I'm ninety nine percent sure she already knew the answer.

Our moms quickly stole a glance at each other and answered shortly, "No," just as our fathers laughed and answered with a loud, "Yes."

The women glared at them and they chuckled in return.

I heard Max snort and could almost picture her rolling her eyes.

"Thought so," She answered shortly before raising her voice slightly, "Alight, so we have two options then. Either you turn the flash off or you all settle with having every single one of our prom pictures with me wearing sunglasses. Take your pick ladies."

I snickered as they grumbled in defeat, switching the flash off of their cameras.

"Alright, is it safe now? Will I still be able to use my eye sight?"

She was answered with a grumble of annoyed yeses from our moms and an encouraging yes from my sister.

"Alight then, here I come."

She started down the starts and just as she hit the last step, my literally heart stopped.

3rd Person

Everyone stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting in excitement and anticipation for Max to make her grand entrance.

Just as Max hit the last step Mrs. Walker turned her focus to her son, focusing her camera on him. What she captured on film made her heart swell a little as she realized how grown up her little boy was.

As Max made her final decent down the stairs, Fang's expression mirrored that of ,what she could only think to compare to, the expression a groom might have as he sees his bride for the first time walking down the aisle.

She watched with an expression only a mother could know, as Fang gazed at Max in awe and with loving eyes.

It was the moment every mother secretly hoped for and even half dreaded.

The moment their baby finally fell in love.

Although, she always knew this day would come. She'd called it years ago, just weeks after Max and Fang had meet.

She could remember, as the two families began to grow closer, the fathers joking about the two of them, growing up and falling in love and they would share secret smiles and roll their eyes.

They hadn't intentionally made a bet on their children, but the matter just seemed so inevitable. They all knew someday, the two would end up together.

She could vividly remember the day she had begun making the scrapbook, watching day after day the two children grow closer and closer as the pages too began to fill with memories.

And tonight, she would finally be able to add the pictures and memories to a page she had made long ago, that was stashed somewhere in the very back of the book.

She smiled softly to herself as she turned her attention to Max, looking absolutely stunning in her midnight blue ball gown. To Mrs. Walker, Max's dress somehow resembled a majestic looking bird, and it fit her so well.

Both mothers continued snapping pictures as Max made her way over to Fang, and he wrapped his arms securely around her waist, hugging her tightly as he whispered sweet words into her ear.

"You looking stunning Max. I can't believe the most beautiful girl in the world is mine. How did I get so lucky?"

She blushed furiously as she tucked her face into the crook of his neck, whispering back to him, "Because I was lucky enough to have the world's most handsome man as my boyfriend, not to mention as my best friend."

She pulled away from his neck smiling as the both rested their foreheads together, gazing lovingly into each other's eyes.

"I love you," he mouthed before placing a gentle kiss on her lips, just as round of flashes went off in the background, but Max was too distracted to notice or care for that matter.

The mother continued to coo as they snapped picture after picture of the two of them, and then the group together as the fathers faded into the background nodding in approval.

Just as it was time to head off and the group said their goodbyes, Mr. Ride pulled Fang off to the side.

"Now Fang, you know I like you, but let's get one thing straight. That right there is my baby girl. I expect you to have her home by one. And I will be checking every hotel in the area. Trust me boy, you aren't joining the high school after prom club. Not if you ever expect to be able to reproduce. Got it son?" He scolded as he gave Fang a hard look, making Fang gulp slightly.

"Y-yes sir,' he stuttered a bit, but quickly regained her composer.

"Good. I thought so son. Alright, you two go and have some fun."

The group quickly ushered out of the house and into the limo after quick goodbyes and the parents gazed out the window, watching their babies leave with a ghost of a smile on each of their faces.

Max's POV

When we arrived at the dance, I was feeling a bit uneasy. I mean, let's face it, dances aren't my thing, plus the little added factor that no one knew Fang and I were dating besides our friends and family so, by walking though those doors together it would be sealing out fate. The world would know. Well okay, most of the Junior and Senior classes would know, but still, it was a big deal.

That's high school.

Sensing my discomfort, Fang smiled softly at me as he twined his fingers in between mine, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze as we made our final steps up the winding steps into the ballroom.

The room was packed with formally dressed students, all looking their best. The room was dim except for the harsh glow from neon lights. Every inch of the ballroom was decorated with floating clouds hanging from the ceiling, the theme this year was "a night on cloud nine". It actually didn't look half bad. Student government did well.

As we made our way though the room towards out assigned tables we began to start receiving questioning glances as our peers' eyes flickered from us to our locked hands.

If Fang took notice he didn't let on, he just continued leading me through the crowd to our table.

I smiled sweetly at him as he pulled my chair out for me, bowing before I took my seat. I snicker as I gave him a small curtsy eyeing him cautiously before sitting.

"What," he questioned as I smirked.

"I was just making sure you weren't going to pull the chair out from under me as I went to sit."

He started at me in mock hurt as he tried his best to hide a smirk that was making its way onto his face. "Oh my God Max, that was one time and we were eight."

I snickered as he rolled his eyes, taking a seat next to me.

We sat out things down and chatted for a bit before our meal was served. Personally, it was too fancy for my taste. I would have rather had a Big Mac or something, but I ate it nevertheless. Although, I have to say, they redeemed themselves with dessert.

Two words.

Chocolate. Cake.

Fang smirked at me as I practically inhaled my piece of cake, which by the way, was considerably smaller than Fang's piece. Like what the hell. Not fair. And I, of course, voiced this unjust treatment to Fang as continued eating his cake.

I pouted a bit as he gloated, shoving a huge bite of cake into his mouth smirking.

I narrowed my eyes and he gave me a satisfied look before swallowing.

He went to get the last piece and just as he went to shove it into his mouth he got a cocky glint in his eyes.

"You want some of my cake Max?" he asked smirking and I knew it was up to no good, yet, I still nodded in reply.

"Fine, come get it," he answered cockily as he shoved it into his mouth and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Don't judge me.

I obviously wasn't thinking straightly.

Now, I am not proud of what I did, but this was chocolate cake we are talking about.

I cannot be held responsible for my actions.

Smirking, I leaned over him and brought my lips to his in a sweet kiss, which seemed to escalade quickly.

Slowly, I snaked my tongue out and began softly licking the corner of his mouth where he had a smudge of chocolate. I began tracing patterns before he oh so willingly opened his mouth to me.

Our tongues battled for dominance as Fang's hands came up to settle on my waist, pulling me closer to him. I suppressed a groan as his tongue gently massaged my own, the taste of chocolate nearly intoxicating.

We could have gone on for hours if it hadn't have been for Nudge and her disgusted squeal.

"EW. Oh my god you two. You're so gross. Get a room why don't you?" she taunted as she smirked at us, leaning on Iggy.

I swear I heard Fang mutter something like, "Sorry, can't. Max's dad would kill me," but I couldn't be sure.

I blushed slightly as I attempted to move away from Fang, but his arm quickly snaked around my waist stopping me.

We stayed that way for a while before deciding to mingle a bit, and hey, we still needed to vote for this year's prom King and Queen.

Joy.

We made our way over to the voting table, Fang's arm still possessively wrapped around my waist. Not that I was complaining or anything.

There was a large group mingling around the table, waiting to cast their vote for this year's royalty when one of our mutual friends from grade school noticed Fang and I, and more specifically, how cozy our stance seemed to be.

He cocked an eyebrow up in question as he look back and forth between Fang and I.

"Fang, my main man. What's up?" He greeted friendly as he and Fang exchanged some type of "bro" handshake. "Hi Max," he greeted me as he smiled warmly.

"Hey Holden," we greeted back simultaneously.

"So," he started, giving an almost knowing smirk," what's going on here?" he questioned as he glanced to our rather intimate stance, "You two aren't dating are you?"

I blushed slightly as Fang brought me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me possessively before answering, "Yes, actually, we are."

We stared at Holden expectantly before a huge smile broke out across his face.

"Well it's about time, Walker." He congratulated us as he clasped Fang on the back in a friendly and approving matter.

"Hey everyone," Holden shouted, getting nearly the entire room's attention, "Pay up guys, it's official, the two childhood sweethearts are dating. It's about time Fang and Max got together, huh?"

My eyes widened and I felt my checks burning as our peers around us started to hoot and holler, giving us suggestive and knowing glances.

Highly embarrassed, I hid my burning face in the crook of Fang's neck as he held me tightly, shielding me from our peers, which of course, only cause more of an outburst of cheers from our classmates. A few people approached us, congratulating us, although I found this slightly odd and awkward, but I smiled and thanked them nevertheless.

After casting out vote and speaking to a few of our friends, we decided to get the full prom experience and actually dance. Fang led me to the dance floor before excusing himself for a moment. I watched curiously as he made his way to the DJ and spoke to him. I watched a smile spread across the DJ's face before he nodded. Fang gave a small nod back before making his way back to me.

Just as Fang was about a foot away from me, the fast and upbeat song dyed down and a slower one began.

"Alright guys, this song does out to a very special girl who a certain guy has been pining over nearly all his life. This one's for you. So guys grab you girls and make it sweet." The DJ announced smoothly as the intro began to play, and it seemed so familiar to me, yet I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"My I have his dance?" Fang asked coyly and he stuck out his hand for me to take.

I smiled brightly before nodding and wrapping my arms around his neck, his hands settled securely on my waist sending tingles shooting up my spin.

We sways back and forth, as I buried my face into his neck and he held me closer. I smiled softly as I began to hear Fang sing me the lyrics to the song, it suddenly hitting me as to why it was so familiar, turns out, I was right to have a sense of Déjà vu. The last time I heard this song we were in the exact same position, minus the relationship of course.

The night in the pouring rain, at the boat house.

My smiled widened at the realization that this was the song he was humming to me as we danced in the rain.

I closed my eyes and let the music take me away as I listened closely to Fang's velvety voice.

"You're a falling star, You're the get away car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far.
You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And you're the perfect thing to say.

And you play it cool, but it's kinda cute.
Ah, When you smile at me you know exactly what you do.
Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true.
Cause you can see it when I look at you.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.

You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,

And you light me up, when you ring my bell.
You're a mystery, you're from outer space,
You're every minute of my everyday.
[ Lyrics from: lyrics/m/michael_ ]
And I can't believe, uh that I'm your man,!
And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.
Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,
And you know that's what our love can do."

When the song was finished, I pulled back from Fang slightly to look up at him. I gave him a bright smile, honestly probably one of the happiest smiles I'd given anyone ever, before wrapping my arms around him tightly in a hug just before I placed a sweet kiss upon his lips.

I felt him smile beneath my lips causing me to pull back and laugh.

"That's the song we danced to before isn't it?" I asked, although I already knew the answer.

He nodded almost shyly, as he rubbed the back of his head, "Do you like it?"

I smiled brightly again (man I've been going that a lot tonight) before nodding enthusiastically. He smiled again and looked like he was going to say something before he was cut off by someone with the microphone.

"Hello, is this thing on?" Mindy, our senior class president asked, her voice echoing through the rooming gaining everyone's attention.

"Oh, um, hey guys. Hope you're having fun at Prom 2-k-11," she started cheerfully as a round of cheers boomed through the room. She waited for everone to settle down before continuing.

"Alright, well, here's the moment you've all been waiting for. The votes are in for this year's Senior King and Queen."

The crowd suddenly got really quiet as they waited for the results, "Alright, drum roll please. Your two thousands eleven prom King is Mark Doom." There was a round on cheers as he made his way on stage to be crowned, "And this year's Queen is Kate Tan Wei Ying."

Again, there was another round of cheering, mainly from the senior class, but most of us Juniors knew who she was, heck I voted for her.

We watched as the two of them were crowned and given flowers. Just as we thought it was about over, Mindy's voice echoed through the room again.

"Wait just a minute, we have something else. It seems there was an overwhelming amount of votes for a certain junior couple for king and queen as well, but as you know we only let Seniors become Royalty. But," she emphasized as the crowded started to become more interested, "we have decided to do a little something different this year seems the votes clearly stated the student body's wishes. So, we are also going to crown a Junior court."

There were a few scandalized gasped that filled the quite room, seems many seemed floored by the idea. Whoever this couple was who broke this tradition is going to get a lot of attention very soon, although not all of it is going to be good attention.

I smirked for the unfortunate couple. Sucks to suck.

I was too busying in my own thoughts that I almost missed the announcement.

"So, the first ever Junior royalty for Westfall High are," she paused for dramatic effect, her eyes searching the crowded and landing in an area around me- oh no. She smiled brightly as she nearly squealed, "FANG WALKER AND MAXIMUM RIDE. Congrats you guys. Come on up here."

I froze in my spot, mouth hanging wide open as I started back at the stage in terror. Oh god no.

I quickly glanced at Fang, who seemed calm and collected on the outside, but as our eyes locked I could see the same shock swimming in his eyes as I felt.

Damn.

We stood there for a while; everyone waiting for us before Fang gently grabbed by arm and led me to the stage. It was so quite I swear you could have heard a pin drop, that is, before Nudge snapped out of her initial shock,

I blushed, yet again, when I heard Nudge's piercing squeal from across the room.

"OH MY GOD. YOU GO MAX. WHOOOAAAAAA. YEAH THAT'S MY BROTHER AND BEST FRIEND." I stared at her in shock before everyone else broke out into a booming cheer.

"HELL YEAH."

"IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME."

"YOU GO GUYS."

And so on and so forth.

Needless to say, my face was a lovely shade of crimson by the time we made it to the stage and were crowned.

After the coronation was over, there was apparently, only one thing left to do.

Our couples royal dance.

Oh God help us.

Slowly, both couples made their way over to the center of the dance floor as the other students gathered around in a circle to watch.

Oh God this is going to be humiliating.

"Alright, so normally we have the DJ play certain song for you to dance to, but tonight is something special so we have something new, and honestly, this song couldn't be more perfect for this situation. So, without farther ado, please welcome Nudge Walker, as she sings the couples song tonight." Mindy finished, smiling brightly before Nudge took the mic and headed center stage.

What's she doing?

"Hey guys, so um, this one is for my brother and my best friend who have been destine to be together forever, but have a great way of ignoring the Universe, but thankfully, they decided to open their eyes for once and realized what an amazing thing was standing right in front of them. So, this one's for you." She smiled brightly at us before the soft music began to play, and almost automatically, Fang and I began to sway to the rhythm.

She said, I was seven and you were nine
I looked at you like the stars that shined
In the sky, the pretty lights

And our daddies used to joke about the two of us
Growing up and falling in love and our mamas smiled
And rolled their eyes and said oh my my my

Took me back to the house in the backyard tree
Said you'd beat me up, you were bigger than me
You never did, you never did
Took me back when our world was one block wide
I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried
Just two kids, you and I...
Oh my my my my

I felt Fang place a gentle kiss on my forehead as we swayed back and forth to the music, getting lost in the lyrics.

I was sixteen when suddenly
I wasn't that little girl you used to see
But your eyes still shined like pretty lights
And our daddies used to joke about the two of us
They never believed we'd really fall in love
And our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes
And said oh my my my...

Took me back to the creek beds we turned up
Two A.M. riding in your truck and all I need is you next to me
Took me back to the time we had our very first fight
The slamming of doors instead of kissing goodnight
You stayed outside til the morning light
Oh my my my my

A few years had gone and come around
We were sitting at our favorite spot in town
And you looked at me, got down on one knee

Took me back to the time we walked down the aisle
Our whole town came and our mamas cried
You said I do and I did too

Took me home were we met so many years before
We'll rock our babies on that very front porch
After all this time, you and I
I'll be eighty-seven; you'll be eighty-nine
I'll still look at you like the stars that shine
In the sky, oh my my my...

I smiled up at Fang, tears almost gathering in my eyes at the lyrics to Nudge's song, because well, it was us. It was our story.

Fang smiled back at me before swooping down giving me a loving kiss. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was all I needed.

I smiled one last time, before wrapping myself tightly in his embrace, and spent the rest of the night swaying slowly to the beats of the music.

The night could not have been more perfect.

Fang's POV

We had all decided we had had enough of prom around midnight, everyone exhausted. Iggy had agreed to take a nearly half asleep Nudge back home while I escorted Max to hers.

After about thirty minutes of us attempting to say goodbye and us never actually going out separate ways, always stealing "one last goodnight kiss", which quickly turned into twenty more goodnight kisses, I finally left. Not that I'm complaining.

I could have stood there forever kissing Max but we were conscious aware of a very protective looking father watching us through the window.

When I had finally arrived back home I quietly made my way to my room, ready for a good night's sleep.

As I approached my bed, having every intention to hurl myself into its comfy goodness, I noticed a familiar object sitting on my bed.

The Scrapbook.

I smiled softly to myself as I picked it up, settling myself comfortably down on my bed. Knowing my mother, she had probably spent the entire night getting her photos developed and scrapbooking away. I smirked at the book as I noticed it somehow looked fatter.

I was going to set it aside, saving it for another night to look at the latest additions with Max, when I noticed a small florescent sticky tab sticking out from one of the pages.

Curiously, I thumbed through the pages until I landed on the page marked. As I gazed upon the page I felt the side of my lip turn upward until a full smile.

On the page was a picture of me gazing at Max with an expression of awe and wonder accompanied by another picture of Max and me kissing.

Underneath read, in my mother's distinctive, fancy cursive, "Fang, that's how you know."



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