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If you read Sick Days, sorry it's taken a few days to update. Mild writer's block. I don't think it'll be long until I have another chapter up, though.

Anyway, in the meantime, I've been writing drabbles. And no, these aren't technically drabbles because they aren't exactly 100 words. That's just the term I'm using to describe these, because they're short and sweet.

The way I do this is I flip through a dictionary and pick a random word and write it on the dry-erase board in my room until I think of what to write for that word. (Except for the second one, that just popped into my head randomly.) After I write it I pick a new word. I think they're really fun to write and I'm going to keep going. I'll post five at a time.

These will mostly be Fax. All kinds: humor, fluff, angst, you name it. May include other characters and stuff, if that's what I think about with the word.

And now that my long, rambling author's note is over, here are the first five "drabbles" I've ever written. Forgive me if they're awful.

1. Bump

"This is hideous," Max said, glaring at her red, knee-length sundress in the mirror.

"No it's not," Fang said from behind her. He rested a hand on her hip and took her hand with the other. "Look at it. And focus."

"Fang--"

"Shh." He held her gaze in the mirror. "What if you're a few years older? What if the dress is longer? And white?" Fang stroked her ring finger as her eyes widened. "What if there's a ring right here?" The hand on her hip moved around to rest on her stomach. "And what if there's a bump right there?"

Max stared into the mirror, thinking over everything he'd just said, and then smiled. "Then I guess it's not so hideous."

2. Brown Eyes

"You have to remember me!" she shouted at the man angrily. "You have to!"

"I don't," he said calmly.

The woman grabbed the little girl, held her by the shoulders in-between herself and the man. "What about her? She looks just like you!"

He took in the girl's thick black curls, her olive skin, the sharp angles of her face. There was only one difference.

"Big brown eyes," he muttered, something tugging at the back of his brain.

"Big brown eyes," repeated the woman, a hint of hope in her voice.

An image flashed through his brain. He was sitting with this woman, cradling a baby in his arms, muttering, "Look at those big brown eyes."

"Max?" he asked.

She broke into a grin. "Fang."

3. Eurhythmics

Fang pressed his face closer to the crack in the door. If he got caught, he was busted. But he just couldn't rip his gaze away from the girl in the bedroom.

She was dancing, jumping off the bed, sashaying over towards the window, moving her hips like nothing he'd ever seen before. She suddenly turned toward the door, and Fang jerked back, flattening himself against the wall. As he swallowed quickly, he could think of only one thing.

Where did Max learn to dance like that?

4. Snowflake

"I will catch one," Max announced, stubborn as always.

Fang stood beside her, chuckling as she turned her face up to the falling snow and stuck out her tongue.

"Bet you can catch it better on your finger," he said.

Max frowned, but closed her mouth and spread her fingers out in front of her. She stared at them intently, then gasped in delight. "Got one! It's perfect! Look!"

Fang peered over her shoulder, then grabbed her finger and brought it to his lips. The warmth instantly made the snowflake melt.

"Oops," he smirked, as she stared in horror. "There went your snowflake."

5. December

"Ugh," Max sighed as Demo Lovato's "Remember December" faded out and the talk show host came back on the radio. "That's so depressing. They're totally in love for a month and then it just goes away. It must be awful. Don't you think?"

Fang shrugged and took her hand, resting both of theirs between them on the bed. "Guess we'll never know."

Ta-da.

I have numbers six and seven done, they'll be posted after I go through ten. And in the meantime, I'll do my best to get the next chapter of Sick Days up.

Review, please!