It seems to me like it's been forever since I updated. I'm not sure if it really has been forever or not. My sense of time's totally mixed up; I'm the only one who hears our new puppy crying in the middle of the night, therefore, I'm the only one who'll wake up continually and take her outside. So, I've been up way too much and barely know what day it is. Oh, well. That's enough of my complaining. (I shouldn't even be complaining; I have a puppy for crying out loud!)

Anyway, I'm not really sure how this drabble came about. I started with one simile and it escalated from there, really. And I'm not sure why I keep thinking of Mariam as such a poet, either. One would think she'd say a simple 'I love you.' and let it be.

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.

Enjoy!

Simile

"You in a simile:

Your eyes:

Sparkling as a chandelier. Blue as the sky. Beautiful as love. Expressive as poetry.

Your lips:

Soft as silk. Sweet as sugar. Gentle as a lamb. Uplifting as a prayer.

Your touch:

Magical as a sunrise. Heart-stopping as a kiss. Heartfelt as an apology. Tender as a promise.

You:

Lovable as a puppy. Perfect as a star. Gorgeous as a masterpiece. Loyal as a soldier.

Mine.

Forever.

No questions asked."

Mariam smiled at her Creative Writing project that her professor had given an A plus. It was nothing much really, but he said he'd been able to feel the emotion she put into it and that was the most important thing. That she could understand; great emotion came from great inspiration.

She set the paper down on Max's back porch and knocked, quickly running to hide afterward. She watched him answer the door, find her note, and read it, with a smile on her face. He was perfect inspiration.

A/N: No, I don't know why she's taking Creative Writing either... Hey, it's a good excuse to write mushy stuff about your boyfriend and call it poetry. All she has to worry about is getting a nutty professor who thought she was talking about him...ew.

I do hope this was somewhat worth waiting for, terrible excuses for similes aside, but I'll understand if it wasn't since it started out as random ramblings. The next...(is counting)...eighteen (That number may change.) drabbles follow along the lines of a song I've thought for a while was the perfect MaxMariam song. (I've grouped the lines off, but those groups might change which is why I'm not totally sure of the number.) I literally fail at songfics (My EnriqueQueen one has not wanted to be written for several months.) so I decided to do a big connected group of drabbles. You'll find out the song in the next chapter.

I think my notes are longer than the drabble itself...

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