Short one, sorry! I just couldn't think of anything else.

Disclaimer: DYLAN IS DEAD! Well.. at least in my version, so that's why I don't own Maximum Ride.

February 26th, 2012

"Maxie?"

"Yes Ig?"

He grabbed the glitter out of my hands. "This isn't nessacery."

I sighed and held out my hand. "C'mon Iggy, glitter is nessacery."

"No, it's not, not if you're going to make a huge mess. I'm going to be the one who cleans it up!"

"No, I'll be careful, I promise! Just give me my glitter!" I pouted and crossed my arms.

"No."

"Ke$ha likes glitter." I argued and tried to grab it out of his hands, but I was sitting and he was standing.

"I don't like Ke$ha."

"Well, neither do I." I said hotly. "But she likes glitter, so give me the glitter!"

Iggy chuckled. "In your dreams."

"I dream of glitter, and now.." I massaged my temples. "I am dreaming of you giving me the glitter. Hand it over, mister!"

"Why do you need glitter anyway?"

".." I couldn't tell him. "No reason, I was just getting high on glitter."

He looked at me strangely. "Haha, sure. No, really, why do you need the glitter?"

"It's pretty?" I asked, my eyes glassed over.

"Nope."

"I need it for Angel's birthday card?" I tried again, but that wasn't too far from the truth.

"Angel's birthday is in eight months. Try again."

"Give. Me. The. Glitter." I growled. "If you want to have children, give me the glitter."

Iggy held his hands out in a sign of surrender. "Fine, fine." (Secretly, Iggy wanted to have Max's children, so he knew she would never to that to him.. but she didn't know that. It was a secret.)

I snatched the glitter and shooed him away. "Away, demon! I must finish my quest!"

He grumbled something about not having to clean it up or else, but I didn't really listen. I was too busy finishing Iggy's birthday card, and he was going to love all of the glitter.

And cleaning it up.

As Ke$ha says, "Go insane, throw some glitter, make it rain on him." Oh, I was totally going to do that.