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.
