Coming through! Coming through! Don't mind me, just a kind of fluffy songfic-oneshot here about *GASP* What's this? Max accepting her feelings?

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride or I Won't Say I'm In Love sang by Meg (Megara) and the muses in Hercules.

By the way, if it's one of the muses singing, the writing will be in bold italics and if it's Meg singing, it'll be in italics only.

Max POV

Ah, what's the matter with me? You'd think a girl would learn…

If there's a price for rotten judgment,

I guess I've already one, but

No man is worth the aggravation.

That's ancient history. Been there, done that.

I slammed the door to my room shut the second I got home. It was Fang. My best friend since elementary school. We had done it again. What had we done? The almost-kiss.

The almost-kiss was common in my book- and my history with Fang. It was when you just stopped talking… and leaned in… and something interrupts your moment. Don't get me wrong, I do not like Fang. It's just with all the rumors being spread about us over the years (It isn't easy having a guy as your best friend), you start to somewhat believe them. These outrageous tales Fang and I being head over heels for each other, they were all fantasy.

Not to mention, I wasn't about to let another guy have access to my heart. Sure, Fang already had a special place, but I wasn't going to allow it to root any deeper. I wasn't letting any guy in, no. Not after Dylan.

Who do you think you're kidding?

He's the earth and heaven to you.

Try to keep it hidden. Honey, we can see right through you. (Oh no…)

Girl you can't conceal it, we know how you're feeling, who you're thinking of.

Sure, I guess technically Fang and I had exchanged kisses once or twice, but they were very stupid things. Like when Fang broke his leg after falling out of a tree when we were kids and we were both certain he was going to die. Or when I was going into the heat of battle- going in to face Lissa's popular clique and confront her about being a bully. Those kisses were sweet and short and, of course, never mentioned. After one of us actually makes it out alive, there's no way anything of a relationship is never talked about. Even if the kisses were the best I've had in my entire life. Even if I'm always yearning for more. Even if I love hi- No.

Oh. No chance, no way.

I won't say it, no, no.

You swoon, you sigh. Why deny it, oh, oh?

It's too cliché, I won't say I'm in love.

Yeah, I admit it. I love Fang. As a friend. He was my best friend; we did everything together. In the third grade we were literally attached at the hip for a week. In fifth grade, we jumped off my mom's car together in hopes we would sprout wings and fly with the hawks. We both even personally chose our wings- I would be an eagle; Fang, a raven. He was the one I went with to the eighth grade dance when we were both dateless. He was my one. But I didn't love him like that. No. I didn't love him like that at all.

I thought my heart had learned its lesson.

It feels so good when you start out.

My head is screaming, "Get a grip, girl!"

Unless you're dying to cry your heart out. Oh!

And then there was Dylan. My boyfriend throughout sophomore and junior year; I had believed he was perfect. We had our problems like any other relationship, but for the most part we were perfect. I fell in what I thought was love with him before he started… retracting. He stopped calling me, only said passing words to me in the hallway, seemed detached when we sat together at lunch and he had his arm slung around my shoulder.

Soon, Fang and I were doing more 'couple' things than Dylan and I did. He took me out on more dates than Dylan had in the years we were dating. Of course, Fang and I didn't consider them dates… they were just hanging out. Despite the multiple almost-kisses on those outings, at least I stayed faithful.

One day, I was going bowling with Fang when I saw him there. His arm slung around a short blond girl, smiling at her the way he used to smile at me. I tried to calm myself, but when they shared a kiss, all hell broke loose inside me. I marched right over and decked him. The girl looked beyond scared of me until I explained to her who I was. She was pissed too, and went right for a knee to the gut. Angel and I were really close now, but I still never let anyone in after Dylan. Did he know the pain he put me through? Probably not, but it was a hell of a lot. He cheated, which was on the top of the No-No list in my book. Did he have any idea how many times I wanted to lean in and kiss Fang on our 'not-dates'? Because there were a hell of a lot of times I wanted to- Stop.

(Oh…) You keep on denying who you are and how you're feeling.

Baby, we're not buying.

Hon, we saw you hit the ceiling.

Face it like a grown-up, when you gonna own up that you got, got, got it bad?

Why did I have to think about Fang in that… in that light? He was gorgeous, no denying, but it wasn't the way friends thought of each other. His obsidian orbs of eyes constantly flashed in my mind. Why did they have to be so… intense? And those cupid-bow lips…

A buzz took me out of my train of thought. I picked up my cell phone and checked it.

1 new message. From: Angel:

Hey, Max! I was wondering if you wanted to come with Fang, Nudge, and I for pizza now. Who knows, maybe Fang will finally man up and ask you out. Frankly, Nudge and I are getting annoyed with you guys' hormones and over-obvious feelings.

-Angel

I rolled my eyes. That was just like Angel. Always going on and on about out how Fang and I were soul-mates, about how we both needed to release the sexual tension in the air. Needless to say, she was absolutely insane.

Oh. No chance, no way. I won't say it, no, no.

Give up, give in. Check the queen- you're in love.

This scene won't play. I won't say I'm in love.

You're doing flips, read our lips: You're in love.

I replied to Angel saying I'd come and telling her there was no way Fang and I were ever going to date. There was no chance. I hopped over to the bathroom and ran a brush haphazardly through my tangled dirty-blond hair. I got the desired look; well, at least I got what I was aiming for. One notch up above tangled rat's nest. Classy as ever.

I wasn't in some fairy tale where the guy and the girl just suddenly realize their love for each other. I wasn't in some movie where best friends for life turns into something more. And most importantly, I wasn't in love with Fang.

You're way off base. I won't say it. (She won't say love!)

Get off my case, I won't say it!

Girl don't be proud, it's okay. You're in love.

I walked over to my desk to grab my jacket when I noticed the picture sitting there. I guess it's been on my desk since forever, but with my recent thought process, it just stood out to me. Fang and I were sitting in the quad of our high school. It was freshman year, maybe? His arm was around my shoulder and we were care-free. I didn't know Dylan yet and he didn't know his possessive bitch of an ex-girlfriend, Brigid, yet.

There was something intriguing about that picture. It hit me. It was the way I was looking up at Fang.

Oh. At least out loud…

I won't say I'm in…

Love.

Sha-la-la-la-la-la, awww.

I stared at Fang with admiration, pride, and… love. It wasn't a sisterly type of love, or a best friend type pf love. It was love-love. I love Fang. The words echoed in my head in a foreign fashion. Not wrong, just foreign. I stood in place, stock-still.

"No, Max! You don't love Fang." I growled to myself, but it sounded like a weak plea, even to me. I stumbled backwards and collapsed on my bed.

I was so shocked. This was so new. I was so in love. And most importantly?

I was so screwed.

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Anyway, I had to write this because I have not been able to get this song out of my head for the past couple of days. Anyone else a Hercules buff here? Not to mention that Meg is one of the most realistic love interests Disney has ever made.

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~Cake.