A/N. I've been reading a bunch of drabbles lately and decided to try it. I always loved how short and sweet they were and I wanted to see if I could pull it off so without further ado, here are my collection of drabbles.

Perfect

Max wasn't perfect. She wasn't the most understanding, most lovey-dovey person in the world. She was stubborn and always let her pride get the best of her. She didn't know when to back down from a fight and she didn't know when to hold that tongue of hers. She was untrusting, closed off, closed in, reserved and cold when she needed to be.

No, Max wasn't perfect.

And yet she was so selfless and willing to sacrifice herself for the Flock, she was so protective of the Flock as their leader, she was kind and caring when she was with her family. She was funny, sarcastic, strong, brave, selfless, smart, alert, beautiful, and so much more that it would take a year for Fang to list it all.

Fang shook his head, no, Max wasn't perfect but she was Maximum Ride and that was enough for him.

Pet names

"Hey, baby," Fang wrapped his arm around Max's shoulders.

"Excuse me? What did you just call me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Baby?" Fang shrugged.

"Nu-uh," Max shook her head, not liking it.

"Sweetheart?"

"No."

"Snookums?"

"Not in a million years."

"Honey pie?"

"I don't think so."

"Babe?"

"No way."

"Sugar?"

"Don't even try it."

"How about, just Max?"

"That's my boy."

Move Like Jagger

"Take me by the tongue and I'll know you. Kiss me 'til you're drunk and I'll show you. All the moves like Jagger, I got the moves like JaggerI got the mooooooves...like Jagger!" Max sang and swayed her hips to the music.

Fang watched quietly through the slit in the door as the fourteen year old girl danced around her room in her shorts and her hairbrush as a microphone. Fang hid a smirk as she whipped her hair in time to the music.

"Don't need to try to control you, look into my eyes and I'll own you with them moves like jagger. I got the moves like jaggerI Got the mooooooves...like jag—" Max stopped mid-word and her eyes widened as she saw a pair of eyes watching her through her door.

"FANG!" she yelled and ran after him.

As he ran Fang couldn't resist having one last word, "Well, Max, I have to day you do own me with those moves like Jagger!" He laughed as he ran away from the furious girl.

It's safe to say Fang had his face rearranged.

Jokes

"Knock, knock," Fang told a ten Maximum Ride

"Who's there?" she asked.

"Olive," Fang replied.

"Olive who?"

"Olive you!" Fang told her the punch line.

"I don't get it," Max frowned.

"You know, olive you as in I love you," Fang rolled his eyes.

"Oh," realization dawned on Max's face, "Oh, I get it. Well I love you too," she said and walked away.

Fang hid a smile. Maybe he should tell jokes more often.

A/N. And there you have it folks! My first ever set of drabbles! Should I continue or not? Were they any good? Did you like it? REVIEW!

-Indy