Max and I are kinda symbiotic, yeah I know you big word. Essentially we each are beneficial to the other in my case I don't really know what I'd do if she weren't here. And she's said as much the same. We watch each others backs, she says I keep her sane, though of course not is so many words. So I guess it's a good thing that I'm here because and insane Max… Anyway my point to all this, and yeah there is one, is why is it so hard for her to figure out what she feels, for me that is. She just pulls away and avoids the conversation every time Its come up and makes it first class classified, absolutely not talk about material. God, I wish she'd just get her mind around the fact that we are kinda stuck together and that there's nothing that she can do about it.
"Nothing I can do about it?" Uh oh.
"Well, um, I guess you could leave but that might not be such a good idea seeing as last time,"
"Wait, Fang are you babbling. Jeeze what's gotten into you?"
"Um well, I don't know?" And this is where I start to wonder the same thing.
"Well, then why were you writing about how I'm stuck with you?"
"Because I needed to tell someone."
"So you tell millions of blog readers? Isn't that kinda counter productive, seeing as how they seem to think we're secretly in love?"
"Well that depends on what you think of as counter productive. I mean I guess that it kinda gets annoying but,"
"But what!"
"Umm, I guess that answers my question."
"Maybe we should try nonverbal communication more often."
"Hey would you guys stop that it's really annoying to be woken up by your emotionally challenged flock mates finally figuring out that they like each other."
"Shut up, Iggy."
Have some fluff. Another late night concoction. I hope you enjoyed. By the way the characters are obviously not mine.