Hello FanFiction! This is my first Fanfiction, so DON'T take it easy on me. I want to hear all the crappy stuff, the good stuff. I always want to improve my writing, so give me CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Don't just downright hate my story; tell me WHY you hate it. Then, I can fix it. Anywayzas, this is an A/H, AU fanfiction. Max and Fang don't know each other. It's going to be like Harry Potter, with the 3rd person, but having the character's thoughts. Hope you guys like it!

"MAX! Where the hell are you? We have a few more pictures to take before we go back home!" a voice called.

Max looked up from her journal, her pen poised in the middle of a word, in the direction of the voice. She put down her pen, and sighed, rolling her brown eyes. This was their first time at Cape Cod, she realized, but that didn't mean that Nudge had to document every part of the trip. She had already filled up 2 memory cards for her camera! Still, Max had to humor her. Nudge was her best friend. Her only friend.

Max put down her black and white journal, got up from the worn, weather-beaten bench, and brushed off the dirt and slivers of wood from her jeans. Her bright green hoodie was lying on the bench, and she picked it up and pulled it over her head, tousling her brown blonde streaked hair. She paused, wondering if she should fix it for the "photo shoot" that Nudge would soon be administrating, but decided not to, just to piss her off. She took off towards Nudge, the ocean roaring in her ears, unknowingly leaving her journal behind.

This is the crappo line that I don't know how to make. But I will soon.

Fang headed towards his favorite bench, the one that was right on the beach. As soon as he got there, he plopped down, closed his eyes, and let out his breath. He was so freaking tired of all the drama with Lissa. Maybe, he thought, he should break up with her. It would clear up a lot of things. He added "break up with Lissa" to his mental Things to Do list. His hands wandered up and down the bench, and stopped when they felt something. Firm and rectangular. Like a book. He opened his eyes to see a normal black and white marble composition notebook innocently lying on the bench. He picked it up and flipped through the pages, noting the semi-neat handwriting. Definitely a girl's. Someone must have left it there. He'd look through it later, Fang decided, and try to find a way to contact the girl who owned it. He tucked underneath his jacket, having noticed the light drizzle sprinkling through the air. He closed his eyes again, trying to retrieve the peace he had once had, once upon a time.

A vibration cut through the air. Fang started, his eyes opening quickly, darting around the deserted beach. He realized quickly that it was only his phone and relaxed. He pulled it out, and read the text, from his brother.

fang where r u? moms flipping out. get your butt over here before she passes out.

Fang sighed and slowly got up from the bench, sliding the phone back into his pocket with one hand, and making sure the journal didn't slip out from his jacket with the other hand. He ought to be rushing home, towards his mother, who had never felt right ever since the death of his father, but he took his own sweet time, trying to relish the last few seconds of peace he had before he would get caught up in the crazy rush of life. His life was like cars lining up on Black Friday, honking and shouting to each other. Fang took one last look at the grey ocean, and started to head home.

Maybe reading the journal would get his mind of things.

SOOOO? How did you like it? It's kinda short, but the chapters will get longer. I actually didn't have a plan, just a basic idea, and I just went with the flow. Tell me how I can make it better! Can I get one review?

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