a/n: So, I have been thinking about writing a story like this after I finished all the books. I was sort of pissed how it ended, so I'm going to write this then a whole different story with a completely different ending. Disclaimer: I don't own it. If I did it would have ended quite differently.

He watched her float down the aisle in that elegant, sleeveless, white dress. He remembered the first time he saw her in a dress. He was speechless, and that was saying a lot. She was so beautiful, that day, every day.

But she would never be his. His heart broke inside, but his smile remained. She loved the man who wasn't a magician or comedian, the man with the crazy sneakers, the musician, and the man who wasn't a walking encyclopedia.

He clearly, was none of these things. He always loved her, and she never loved him. That was how it would have to end. Without her in his life. He thought back to the days where they were always on an adventure. He missed those days. He liked it when him and Cass were collaborators. That's what they were at first, collaborators. And then Yo-Yoji joined their group. He liked it after a while, but then it all changed. They dated, called each other, giggled, held hands, and even kissed. They abandoned him.

He watched throughout the months as they got more and more serious. He was there when he proposed. Oh, how he wished it was him, the one down on one knee. When they were young, this girl, Amber, had often times accused them of being a couple. They both blushed, Max-Ernest because he wanted it to be true, Cass because, to her, the mere idea was silly.

He contemplated telling her. Really, he did. When he thought about it though, it never worked right. She would get mad, he would get mad, Yo-Yoji would get mad. And the friendship that had lasted since seventh grade would end. That's how it always went when he thought about what would happen if he told her.

He should be the one who got her, not Yo-Yoji. When she was sick, who came over to help her? Who visited her every day when she got into a coma? When she broke her ankle, who drove her to the hospital? Him, that's who, not Yo-Yoji.

No, he should be happy for her. She found a man who would treat her right. She was happy with him. That's all that matters.

He snapped back to reality. He heard the "I do's". He held back the tears that threatened to trail down his face. He couldn't do anything now. They were married. In the end he always loved her. In the end he would never be with her. Maybe, in the end, even if you really want something, it's just best you don't have it.

a/n: So, I cried when I wrote this. This is the story of my life. The love that will never be. So, I put my sorrow in Max-Ernest's view. Please review, even if you just want to say it sucked. It's a matter of life and death people. Seriously, think about reviewing. Because, well, face it. You want to.