Disclaimer: Not my characters, etc. Don't sue. Totally not worth it.
AN: This could be a one-shot, or it could be the beginning of another number-based series. What do you think?
Ridiculously MA. You've been warned.
One
There is only one. One that he watches, one that he admires, one that he stays for.
He knows she has a clone, but then again, don't they all? Same dark hair, same bee-stung lips, same curvy figure—hell, even the same bitchy attitude. Still, she and her twin are different. So, so very different.
453 doesn't have the same warmth in her brown eyes. He decides they reminded him of coffee—bitter-tasting if taken without loads of cream and sugar, and bound to scald your tongue if you aren't careful.
Max's eyes are like chocolate-covered chili peppers—rich, sweet, and fiery-hot, all at the same time. (What, who doesn't like chocolate-covered chili peppers? They're smothered in chocolate. 'Nuff said.)
Max cares. She cares about others, Ordinaries and Transgenics alike. She cares about her friends: Original Cindy, Logan, Joshua, Sketchy, and even him.
Sure, she smacks him around and calls him names, but that was just how they are. They show that they care about each other by squabbling like small children—what's the harm in that? It makes him smile and his heart race. She makes him feel alive.
But she's the only one he'd ever let treat him like that. Anyone else kicks him in the you-know-whats, and they're down. Gone before they know what hit 'em. But Max? She gets a pained grimace and a weak "I hate you." All bark and no bite. Just for Max.
To Alec, there is only one.
One that he watches, one that he admires, one that he stays for. One that he…loves. Only one.
Max.