A/N: Hey guys! Okay, this is a really random fic that has been in the back of my head for the past two days. I woke up the other night, and wrote this and 2:22 A.M. (and YES, I DID make a wish). Constructive critiscism is appreciated, but no flames. Period. End. Enjoy!
He was your best friend.
That was the bottom line of your story. You were best friends, siblings, companions, and amigos. Anything BUT what you really wanted to be. No, no, that's wrong. Forget that last sentence.
He was your best friend.
Then why were you having all these thoughts? Why did you leap up into his arms just moments ago? Why do you blush whenever he is near?
He was your best friend.
You were best friends, right? Best friends did things like hang out, talk, and play games. Well, once you add in the "saving-the-world" part, you're just best friends.
He was your best friend.
You've turned him down romantically before. Just a few days ago in fact. Explain, then, the unexplainable urge you have right now to run up to him, jump into his warm strong arms, and kiss him.
He was your best friend.
And because you have the tendency to screw the delicate things up, that's all you'll ever be.
A/N: So that was my little drabble-y fic. Truth is, this pretty much happened to me. In non-bird-kid terms, that is. To clarify (even though I doubt you guys wanna hear my love problems), I became best friends with a guy who liked me. A mutual friend eventually made me tell him that I only wanted to be friends. But now, I feel a little strange and I kinda just imagined the two of us kissing. So in order to make this suitable for , I put Max and Fang in our shoes.
********NOTE: I apologize if this story wasn't my best work, but I had to write it. Please check out my two iCarly stories, iDon't Regret and iKnow. *********