Dylan helped me to the crappy hotel rooms bed. My head ached, my body ached, and I just wanted to hurt something really badly. Preferably Dylan.

"You know why this is happening, don't you?" he asked suddenly through the science. Wow. If I knew why it was happening, I WOULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

"No." I grunted elegantly. "Want to share?

"Well, yeah, actually, since we need a flock leader and this could kind if SAVE YOUR LIFE."

I looked up at him through a haze of pain. "Do tell."

"You won't like it AT ALL" he warned.

"I would rather live, thank you." he looked me as to say, you asked for it, and then started his so-called "explanation".

"Well, as I have told you many times, you are my perfect other half. And I am yours. I was made to love you, but did you ever consider that maybe you were made to love me?"

"Um, no, since I was born 14 years before you. And what does this have to do with saving me?"

"It's called planning ahead, and I'm leading up to the saving you part. ANYWAYS, you know how desperate those scientist guys were for us to, um, breed? DON'T INTERRUPT MAX I'M NOT DONE. Well, I was thinking, maybe since we are both at an age where we um... Can, we are, um, supposed to?

There was a not-so-long silence. "You just want to get in my pants!"

"Not true! This is as awkward for me as it is for you! Maybe more awkward, since I'm the one breaking the news!" Dylan looked hurt at my accusation, and I almost felt a tiny bit bad. (Note the "almost".)

"Yeah, well, since I HIGHLY doubt that this is why I'm getting these random burst of pain in going to go with... NO!"

And them Dylan got a funny look on his face, and he crumpled onto the bed with me, moaning.

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One would think that after proposing sex and being turned down, you might try to fake something like this. You know, two hormonal avian-humans, one bed. But Dylan wasn't faking. Either that or he was one hell of an actor.

Since my pain had abated slightly, I sprang off the bed and repositioned his head and body more comfortably. He had sometimes muscles... What? Never mind.

"Dylan? Dylan, nod your head if you can hear me." I said, trying to maintain some amount of calm. He nodded. "Good. Okay, is it going away?" Usually my pain lasted for a couple intense seconds, then faded into a manageable throb. He nodded again. I noticed that our fingers had somehow become laced together, but I didn't pull away just yet.

"Holy crap Max, is that what its like every time?" he groaned. "Probably. Blinding pain, splitting headache, feels like your hips are being twisted apart?" he nodded.

"Except for the hip thing. It was my backbone." "Yeah. I wonder why you are getting them? Your expiration date can't be for a long time...?" he looked at me meaningfully. "We were meant to be together, Max, no matter if you accept it right now or not." I pulled my hand out of his.

"I am freaking 15 years old! I should NOT have to be thinking about this!"

"But you are thinking about it?" Have I EVER wanted to punch somebody so much? I huffed and left to go make sure Iggy and Gazzy hadn't killed anybody yet, giving him my best death glare.

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