Just thought of this today, still having writers block for my other two Maximum Ride stories...
So tedious...
Anyways, spur of the moment.
Fang's POV on the subject of Dylan, Max and him. (The twilight love triangle, kinda). One-Shot.
So here it it!
He doesn't really love her, he just can't, Fang told himself over and over again.
Dylan just couldn't love Max. He was like a robot, and robots can't love.
You can't just be programed to love someone, if you are, you are made to love her. You are forced to love her laugh, her smile, her sarcastic comebacks, her intense dedication to The Flock. Someone was making you love how hard headed she always was, how competitive she was, how logic she always was – how logical she always had to be.
He didn't care what you said, you could never be programed to love someone, especially not someone as amazing and beautiful as Maximum Ride.
To be forced to love Maximum Ride was like in insult to her, like she wasn't good enough for anyone to ever fall in love with her or like she couldn't get someone on her own.
She could have anyone she could ever want, and she chose Fang, and he did something that every sane guy in the world wanted to hit him for.
He left her and she cried for him.
Fang made her cry.
No one should ever make her cry, she was too perfect to cry.
But he had to, he was distracting her and she would have gotten killed if he stuck around any longer.
And she understood that, even if she didn't know that now. Somewhere deep down inside of her, she knew what would have happened if he stayed.
She just had to understand.
She had to.
Dylan could never love her like Fang did – does.
Anyone who has ever been in love knows that you could never fall out of love with the first person.
You never forget your first love. You never forget your first crush. You never forget your first kiss.
And he never will because it was all with Max, and no one could ever forget her. It just wasn't humanly possible.
He loves her. He loves every single flaw of hers.
He loves her laugh, he loves smile – her real ones, the ones she gave to Fang when ever they were alone, he loves how she always had to win everything, he loves her bad cooking, he loves her logic, he loves how she would sell her soul for her mom's chocolate chip cookies, he loves her wings, he loves how she flew, he loves how she fought, he loves how she wasn't perfect and she never tried to be, he loves how when ever she was in the room, she was always the most beautiful person in it, he love how she made him feel
He loves her lips...
The list could go on and on and it can be summed up into 4 little words:
He loves Maximum Ride.
That's what real love is.
Real love comes from the heart, not from a lab.
Real loves comes from Fang, and not from Dylan.
Dylan would never love Maximum Ride as much as Fang.
It just wasn't possible.
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-HannahBananaMcKenzie
