New story guys! Hope y'all like it. (: The summary pretty much says it all. If you want to know how it all goes, just go to the Buzzfeed page. But if you'd like to learn by following the story, which I HIGHLY recommend, don't look at the Buzzfeed. And by the way: if you've read or have read the Buzzfeed, there WILL be a twist at the end to this story! Things might not end the same way, who knows?

Disclaimer: I'll say this once for all of our sakes, I don't own MR or 17 Stages of an Eighth Grade Relationship. JP owns the former, and somebody not named MaximumRider99 owns the latter.

You realize that you like him.

"Hey, Max."

I turned around to see my best friend, Fang, standing behind me. He had his backpack on, as well as his usual all-black attire. Except today, he wore a tighter shirt than usual, giving me a perfect view of the outline of his toned body.

Don't think like that, Max. He's your best friend, nothing more.

But as I tried to cling to my conscience's words, I found myself noticing more and more things about Fang I hadn't before. Like, how he took my breath away every time he smiled. How he was always there for me when I needed help. How he stuck with me through the tough times.

"Max? Are you okay?" Fang added, frowning.

"Yeah," I managed, my cheeks reddening. What the hell do you think you're doing, Max? Get it together!

Fang raised his eyebrows, totally believing me. To my surprise, he ignored it. We continued on our way to school like normal, although Fang was strangely silent during the walk.

Which gave me more time to think about thinking about him, in a completely non-stalkerish way. Resisting the urge to jump him and never let go (Where did that come from?! Like, seriously?), I avoided Fang's gaze and swiftly walked into my classroom.

"Max! Max! Maaaaax! I thought you'd never show up!" Nudge yelled, running up to me and giving me a bear hug. She'd been my friend for four years, and our friendship was all the proof that needed to know that opposites attracted. She was a 'normal' thirteen-year-old always hanging out with friends and going on dates, while I was…well, different, to say the least. I didn't do either, but I spent a lot of time with Fang and Nudge. When she pulled back, Nudge asked me, "What's with you?"

"N-nothing."

Nudge rolled her eyes. "I've known you for years, Max. You can't lie to me that easily. It's a boy, isn't it?"

"How'd you know?"

Her eyes lit up. "I knew it! Is it…Dylan? Iggy?"

"Nope."

"Um, Sam or Gazzy? Or, or…is it Fang?"

"Um…"

Nudge raised her eyebrows. "It's Fang, isn't it?"

"No! He's my best friend, Nudge."

"Ever heard of best friend-turned-boyfriends? Fang is hot too, so that's a plus for you."

I sighed, giving in. Fine, I liked Fang. So what? "It's not like he likes me back," I told Nudge.

Nudge grinned. "I wouldn't be so sure."

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