So, I believe those of you who've read all my stories and have been on my profile know of my two great loves:

Fang and Embry.

Well, one day, I had an idea for a great parody, in which a fangirl has to choose between the two. But, of course, I started thinking more and more about it, and suddenly, it wasn't a parody anymore.

Then, I started coming up with the plotline.

When I was done, I decided there was only one thing to do.

Never, ever write this fanfiction!

This story seemed totally out of the norm for me, plus, well, the plot...It's not a bad plot, I just figured it was a bit too...I won't tell you. You'll have to read it.

Since, obviously, I'm posting it, anyway.

Why? Well, it stuck in my mind. I couldn't shake it out. Plus, I've never seen any fanfiction like this before (though, if there is, someone tell me. I want to read it!) so, I figured I could do something...different.

And Double Date was born.

Fang: How touching. Are you done now?

Me: -sigh- Yeah...

Fang: Well, stick the ceremonial disclaimer up.

Give Me a 'D'! D! Give Me an 'I'! I! Give Me a-Oh, forget it. It's a Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I do not own Maximum Ride. If I owned Fang or Embry, I would not be writing a fanfiction about them.

Also, any resemblence of my town or anything in it to any other place is coincidential. And there is (as far as I know) no such place as 'Nashua, Mass'.

Claimerness!: I own Carisa and all other OCs. So there.

And though the 'i' in Carissa is pronounced like the 'i' in 'pig', Risa is pronounced 'Reesa'. Got it? Good.

Fang: Is that all?

Me: Oh, and Fang eats nargles for breakfast.

Fang: WTF?

New and Improved Disclaimer, Circa 2022: Hi there! I have not logged into this account in... So many years. But I recently decided to review my old fanfics and... Yikes. Like, I'm cool with the fact I used to write fanfic, that's not it. It got me started as a writer. But some things... I decided to find my way back into my old account and make some... Amends. My younger self did not realize how harmful some of the content I had written could be, and I want to make that right. So...

TRIGGER WARNING YO: My younger self thought making jokes about cutting was funny. It is not. Embry makes quite a few of these jokes throughout the story. I apologize for anyone these jokes hurt. I may go through and edit these jokes out, in which case this disclaimer will be removed and this story will be better.

Risa's POV

All stories have a beginning, and a story of true love has no end.

This is my beginning, or, more accurately, our beginning.

I'm sure you've heard of Fang's Blog. Who hasn't? At 14, Fang had made his Flock and their story the focus of the entire teenage world. I was one of the millions who followed him and his story, and, in turn, followed their leader, Max.

You know, all of us loyal blog readers could see it coming. Max and Fang, Fang and Max. It was a match made in Heaven, right?

Well, that's the thing about love that young, it stays young.

They were 14. I mean, really, did we expect it to last? Of course we did. We were teens, too. We always think we know everything, that we're already grown up. You know what I mean. You know those couples that walk through the halls in school hand-in-hand, kissing in the hallways, claiming they're 'in love'. How many of them really are, how many really last? To truly be in love takes a level of maturity that the majority of us just doesn't have, especially at 14.

So, it shouldn't have been a surprise when they started to drift apart.

Max was out to save the world. She was a girl with a mission and nothing would stand in her way. Not even her Fang.

Fang was getting sick of it, if he were to be honest. They had gone from always on the run and in hiding to being out in the open, touring around, talking to world leaders and diplomats. Let's face it, Fang is neither a big talker or a socialite. It all began to wear him down.

So, one day, when Fang was 16, he disappeared.

That was it, no big goodbye, no warning whatsoever. Max just got on the blog one day and informed us that Fang had up and flew off into the sunset. That was that.

Of course, everyone got upset. Their were 'Missing: Fang' and 'Have you seen this bird-kid?' signs everywhere, but it did no good. Fang had disappeared into the night, never to be heard from again.

At least, until I ran into him.

It's not like I go out looking for famous mutant bird-teens every day or anything. I never considered myself, well, extraordinary enough for something like that to happen.

So, when I took my usual walk through the park after my weekly visit to the library, I never expected to find Fang himself.

Nor did I expect to find love.

Fang automatically caught my eye. I mean, if you saw this kid, you wouldn't take your eyes off of him, either. And the worst part would be, you wouldn't be able to say why. Fang just radiates the feeling that he's something...extraordinary. It's not obvious, but when you see him, you just know something's up.

I remember seeing him sitting on a park bench, watching the kids on the playground. He, of course, had some food in his hand. One of the nearby gas station's sandwiches, to be exact. He had a gym bag next to him that looked like he carried his life in it, which wasn't far from the truth.

Now, I told you he caught my eye, but it wasn't like I walked over to him and handed him my number. Ok, so he did end up with my number, but there was a bit more to it than that.

So, I noticed Fang, as I like to put it 'appraised the goods', and stuck my nose back into my latest book, The Horse Whisperer.

Meaning I didn't see the idiot kid on the skateboard.

Sure, we've got a law against kids skating on the sidewalk where people walk, it's just that no one pays attention to it. So it wasn't long before I was sprawled out on the ground, my books, schoolwork, and other necessites scattered everywhere on the ground, with some skater boy calling out "Sorry!" as he sped by.

I was soon scrambling to pick up both my things and my pride when, suddenly, someone's hand was held out in front of me.

"With the way those kids skate, it's the pedestrians who need helmets."

I looked up to see the kid from the bench holding his hand out for me.

Well, of course I did that typical girly reaction and blushed, taking his hand.

He lifted me up with ease, surprising me with his strength. He automatically bent down and gathered up my things for me. He didn't even give me a chance to try to help him pick up the mess. As he carefully placed my things back in my bag, he asked, "So, you're not hurt, are you? I'm sorry, I should've asked earlier."

He's apologizing? After helping me? "No, I'm ok. Thank you so much for helping me."

He handed me back my bag. "It was nothing. Just try to stay out of the way of rabid skateboarders, ok?"

I nodded and he started to turn to go. For some reason, i just couldn't allow it to end like this. "Uh, my name's Carisa, by the way. Carisa Coates. Most people call me Risa, though."

He turned around. "Oh, well...nice meeting you, Risa."

I somehow pulled off a smile. "Hey, don't I get your name?"

He hesitated for a second. "Nick."

"Well, Nick, I haven't seen you in town before. New?"

"Kind of...passing through."

"Oh, well..." I pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled down my number. A little nervously, mind you. This wasn't something I did often, take the initiative like that. There was just something about him that made me want to make him stay, just a little longer. "Here, in case you need someone to show you around." I handed him the piece of paper.

"Ummm...yeah, ok." 'Nick' had said, pocketing the paper. "Maybe I'll see you around." He said, turning to walk away again.

"Yeah, bye." I turned around myself and went my own way, never expecting to see this handsome, polite boy again.

So, when my aunt called me downstairs, telling me I had a visitor, and I came down to find this boy standing in my kitchen, I think I can be forgiven for becoming momentarily paralyzed.

He told me he'd decided to take me up on that tour. I asked him what he'd like to see.

"Anything." He answered.

So, I just shrugged and we went out, well, everywhere. We went to th best local diner for breakfast, went through the local shops, a chinese place for lunch, a tour of the city building, such as city hall, the library, and the community center, and then went to one of the pizza places for dinner. We ended up in the park where w'd first met, taking a moonlit stroll. Romantic, isn't it?

It was at that point I realized I'd spent the whole day going on about myself. I apologized for hogging the conversation.

"No problem." He answered. "I'm not much of a talker."

"Well, tell me something about yourself. As of right now, you could be a serial killer, for all I know."

He laughed. "I really don't know what to say about myself."

"Well, tell me one thing." I said. "Really, why did you decide to take me up on a tour of the city? I mean, it's not like Nashua, Mass. is the most interesting place in the world, and I'm not the most interesting person."

"I wouldn't say that. I think you're very interesting." He answered, smiling, and making me blush again. "But, I guess if you must ask...I...Well, I've...been by myself for a while and I've been avoiding people because I thought...I thought I wanted to be alone. I guess what I really wanted was to just be with different people. I'm...lonely."

Something told me this was the first time he'd told anyone this. For the first time, he seemed unsure of himself, almost self-concious.

"Well," I answered. "I've got nothing better to do most of the time. You can hang with me whenever."

"I think I'd like that."

I'm sure you've all gotten by now that this is one of those mushy love stories, so I don't need to go into the fact that, after hanging out a couple times, we got close. We started the whole dating thing. I remember that well enough. It was like he had never been on a date before, which, of course, was the truth. It was great, except it always seemed like he was...holding back. Like he didn't want to get too close. I couldn't understand why.

That was, until the night my aunt and I got into a fight.

It wasn't unusual for that to happen. Ever since my mom died, I'd lived with my aunt and, to put it nicely, we had conflicting personalities. I ended up storming out of the house and jumping into my old jeep. I drove to the outskirts of town where there was an old train bridge that spanned high over a large river. No trains went over this bridge anymore, so it had become a great easel for local grafitti artists. It was also a good place to think.

Now, I had never really known where Fang stayed, and he always gave me the feeling that it would be best not to ask. I would have never guessed he stayed at homeless shelters on some nights and out in the woods on others.

I consider it a blessing from God that he'd chosen to spend that particular night in the woods.

I was walking from one end of the bridge to the other. I had a handful of stones that I would randomly throw into the river as I walked. I wasn't paying a bit of attention to my surroundings, so when I heard someone say my name, it spooked me.


Startled, I turned around quick and lost my footing.

And, of course, it was at that time that that particular part of the bridge decided to break.

I didn't have time to scream, to think to scream. I was suddenly falling, river getting closer and closer. I knew from living around it all my life was that that river was not only deep and fast, but bitterly cold.

I closed my eyes, expecting to be enveloped by the harsh river.

Instead, warm, ropy arms scooped me up and, suddenly, I was going up instead of down. I cracked an eye open.


He looked down at me and smiled. "Oh, are you ok? I thought you were unconcious."

"I'm fine, but, Nick, what's...happening?"

Suddenly, we weren't going up anymore. We had landed up near the other end of the bridge. He gently laid me down on the ground and sat next to me. "Does anything hurt?" he asked. "Nothing broken, right?"

I shook my head. "I'm fine, but..." I finally got a good look at him in the dark. "You have...wings?"

"Yeah, maybe I should tell name's not Nick. The name's Fang."

"I know who you are. Fang's Blog."

He nodded. "Yeah, everyone's heard of me these days. Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just...well...I bet I freak you out, huh? A winged kid. I should just-"

I was barely listening to him. I reached out toward him, cutting off his little 'I'm sorry I'm a freak.' speech. I reached past his face and stroked one of those beautiful wings.

"They're so soft." I said, mesmerized. "Oh, Fang, they're beautiful."

And that's how I officially found and fell in love with the famous Fang.

But now, if that were the whole story, I would've stretched it out a bit more, huh?

It wasn't long before I found out that life is no fairytale. You can even go and find true love and life can still get turned on its head. You never can truly map out the unknown territory of the heart.

I found this out some months later.

Ok, so I know walking down a dark alley in the middle of the night probably isn't the smartest thing to do. I guess, though, when you've lived in the same city your whole life without ever being the victim of one crime spree, you get kind of cocky. Not to mention when you're on a high because you and your boyfriend just had the most awesome date at a nice restaurant, where you made your school's prom queen stare jealously across the room at you. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I was just humming to myself, thinking about Fang. Fang's strong arms, Fang's beautiful wings. The way he kissed...

I should've taken his offer to walk me home, but I thought my aunt would flip. She didn't like me going out anywhere with the opposite sex.

I had just finished whistling 'This Kiss' by Faith Hill, when something hit me from behind and, once again, I was sprawled on the ground.

But this time, it wasn't an innocent skateboarder.

I didn't have time to think, I just started struggling. My attackers were wearing masks of some sort, I never saw their faces. They grabbed my purse, which, luckily only had a few bucks and some chapstick in it. But they wanted more than my money. One of them started to grab for me, but I kicked him, well, where do we girls always kick them? This, unfortunately, pissed him off.

He drew a knife, pointing it at me.

And was promptly knocked out of the way.

The guy was thrown into the wall, probably knocked unconcious. The others began to close in, but my mysterious savior grabbed me, lifting me into the air like I weighed no more than a feather. He ran, leaving the attackers in his dust.

We were a couple blocks away before my savior finally placed me gently on the ground, under a street lamp.

And that's when we first looked each other in the eye.

And, once again, fate turned my life upside-down.

My savior stared at me for the longest time, making just the teansiest bit uncomfortable. I didn't like being stared at, especially the way he stared at me then, in shock. I'd had it.

"You gonna stare like that all day, or are you gonna say something?"

"Uhh." He finally got out.

I sighed. "How about we try a name?"

"Embry Call."

"Alright then, um, Embry. Thanks for saving me back there. Could've been a disaster without you."

"You're more than welcome, ahh..."

"Carisa. Or, just Risa."


He said my name like it was the most beautiful sound he ever heard.

I gave a kind of uncomfortable laugh. "I guess I should've let my boyfriend walk me home."

His face looked shocked for a moment when I said the word 'boyfriend', but he quickly covered it up. "I could walk you home, if you don't mind."

Well, I wasn't sure I wanted this stranger walking me home, especially with the way he was acting, but I didn't want to run into any more of my attackers, either, so I accepted the escort.

On the walk home, he finally started acting a little more normal, and I found that I really liked Embry. I found out we shared a bit in common, not to mention he had a wonderful sense of humor. I was almost sad to part with him at my door. As he left my side, I thought I felt colder, but I wrote it off as just being a cool breeze.

Like I could ever guess the truth.

Embry showed up again the next night, begging me to go for a walk with him. Of course I didn't exactly feel like going for a walk in the night with a guy I barely knew, but his begging and pleading finally got to me. Of course, as soon as we got to walking and talking, all my discomfort disappared. Like I said, we shared a lot in common, and his humor! It was after I'd recovered from laughing over one of his jokes that I noticed where we were. When I wasn't paying attention, we'd somehow walked off the sidewalk and onto a trail leading into the woods. I started to panic a little. I didn't really know this guy. Sure, he'd saved my life last night, but still, was taking a moonlit stroll with him in the woods, too far away for my screaming to be heard, really a good idea?

And that's when he did the most unexpected thing of all. He suddenly turned to me and announced that he was in love with me.


He began explaining the whole imprinting thing, telling me about shapeshifters, vampires, indians, and wolves. Now I was really scared. Good news: I'm not stuck in the woods with a rapist or serial killer. Bad news: I'm stuck in the woods with a lunatic. I was just trying to think of a way out of this, when he said, "You don't believe me, do you?"

So honest little me nodded.

At that, he pulled off his shirt.

"Oh great." I thought. "I'm stuck in the woods with a lunatic nudist."

"You might want to step back a bit." Embry said.

"Oh, good!" I thought again. "He's gonna give me a fair chance to run for it!" I started to back up, still keeping my eyes on him, just in case.

Good thing I did.

As soon as I was a good maybe 6 feet away from him, he burst into a cloud of fur.

Well, yeah I freaked out! You would, too! I let out a small scream, falling backwards in surprise.

I suddenly noticed that, in Embry's place was a large dog. No, a wolf. A big wolf. A huge wolf. And he was looking straight at me, wagging his tail.

Ok, so I'm a dumb sucker for cute, fuzzy animals. Sure, my new loony friend had just exploded, but look at the cute, big puppy! So, when this extra-large bundle of fur approached me, I put my hand right out to pet him. Then, I got a good look at his eyes.


The big dog nodded once.

So now I had a shapeshifting vampire hunter after my heart. Though I now understood and couldn't deny this whole imprinting deal, I tried as hard as I could to make it clear to Embry that I was taken. I had Fang, I loved Fang, I'm sorry but you gotta drop this now! But, he wouldn't listen. He was almost cocky, confident that I would eventually dump Fang for him, that Fang could never be as good as him for me. He began to annoy me, but at the same time, I felt a sort of attraction to him. He would do all the right things, say all the right things, and boy was he hot! Both figurativly and literally. I began to have feelings for Embry, and automatically felt guilty. This was bad. Not for myself, but for Fang. I began to have doubts. If I really loved Fang, would I have these feeling for someone else? How was it fair for Fang to be with a girl who was falling in love with another guy?

So Embry finally got what he want. I tearfully told Fang it was over. He seemed to take it well, but then again, Fang was the master of hiding emotions. I barely slept that night, thinking of what I had done.

Luckily, Embry was great at raising my spirits. Soon, I was laughing again, going out again, this time with Embry's big, warm arm around me. I never could get Fang out of my mind, but I figured there was nothing I could do now. Without me, I doubted Fang would stick around in town. He was probably gone and I'd never see him again.

But, I've been wrong before.

One day, Embry and I were walking through the park, the very same one I met Fang in. We went by that same playground, and I happened to turn my head to that same park bench.

I let out a gasp.

There was Fang, my Fang, sitting there alone. And he did not look good. His hair was a mess, his clothes wrinkled. And he was just staring at the ground. When my eyes locked on him, he happened to turn his head and look my way. I couldn't bear it. For once, Fang was showing emotion. Sadness. And when he saw me and Embry walking there, his eyes suddenly looked almost dead, hopeless.

I had done this. I had done this to my Fang. My Fang that I loved.

I pulled myself out of Embry's arms and threw myself into Fang's.

And that's where the story really starts. That moment when I realized that yes, I love Fang. 'Cause you see, the problem was, I also still loved Embry.

Can you see where this could be a problem?

Ya know, 'cause not only is polygamy illegal in the U.S., but, well, let's just say, Fang and Embry both weren't willing to share.

It was starting to turn into a war over me. Embry saw that Fang wanted me back, Fang saw that Embry wasn't willing to give me up. I asked them for time to think this through, and they gave it to me...kind of. I was getting gift after gift delivered to me at home, at work, at school even! And everywhere I went, I was offered an escort. The worst of it would be when they'd both show up to walk me home. There would be days when I would have to jump in between them to prevent them from coming to blows. I couldn't take this fighting. Not between the two people I most loved.

I remembered during this time two different quotes my mother had told me before she died. The first was, "They say all is fair in love and war, but Risa, let me tell you, sometimes love is a war." The second, "Risa, men just aren't born with common sense. They solve their problems with fists and insults rather than with a cool head. That's why God made Eve, to teach Adam common sense." Now, my mother may have been talking about fighting with my deadbeat father and about when I got punched by a boy when I was in the third grade but, taken out of context, it was like mom was giving me advice from beyond the grave. For Fang and Embry, love was a war, a war over me. But I was here to put some sense into this war, at least, as much sense I could. I wished my mother were here to help me, but some battles you have to fight alone.

So I dragged to two of them together and forced a truce out of them. Then I announced that, well, I still hadn't made a decision. Maybe just a little more time, I reasoned. I'd figure this out, I'd have to. It's not like I could leave these two in limbo forever, right?


Me: Wow, what a sappy love story!

Fang: You can say that again. Definitely not your typical stuff. Have you been reading vampire romance novels again?

Me: No, I haven't read those since I was a sophmore...Ok, well I skimmed through one the other day, but that doesn't count.

Fang: Sure...You made me sound pathetic.

Me: Fang, you are pathetic.

Fang: Really?

Me: No, kidding. But you're supposed to be kind of pathectically lovesick in this story.

Fang: I'm not pathetic.

Me: Oh, get over it.