Here are some more drabbles, guys. I've been in a writing mood lately, so hopefully I'll upload more often. FAX!!

These drabbles seem to be getting longer, if they get to long you can tell me. Some of them are a few pages long!

For a lot of these drabbles, my inspiration is random people on my IM list. I literally just click on someone who's online, and say "Do me a favor, and say any random word!" So they do, and probably think I'm crazy. But then I just use those words and ta-da!! Drabbles! If you have any requests, feel free to ask, and I'll definitely write about it.

Disclaimer : I don't own the Maximum Ride series or it's characters, but I do own these drabbles, so don't use them without my permission =].

14.) My Girl -Max POV

I helped my mom carry in the bags of groceries. I was able to carry thirteen bags because of mystrength, leaving her with only three to carry.My mom was still closing the trunk when I got to the door. I wasn't able to open it, because my hands were full.

"Fang!" I yelled at the door. "Open the door for me!"

A few seconds later, the door opened up and Fang was there. "Hey, Max..." He said slowly. I knew what he wanted.

"Hang on," I walked into the house and stepped into the kitchen, placing the bags on the counter.

Fang had followed me in, and was standing right in front of me when I turned around. "Did you get-"

I handed him the pack of king-sized assorted chocolate bars.

"And-"

I reached in the bag and pulled out the twenty fluid ounce bottle of coke.

"Aw, who's my girl?" He asked, a huge smile on his face.

"I'm your girl," I put on a fake smile that didn't reach my eyes then put my hands on my hips. "And what do I get from you?"

He smirked, then gave me a warm hug.

"And?" I asked, playfully.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me passionately on the lips."Told you you're my girl."

15.) Influenza -Fang POV

I thought that we were immune to disease. We're bird-kids, and our DNA was modified. They couldn't have made us with strong immune systems? Nope. Of course not.

So, Max and had the flu, but then I kissed her even though I knew she was sick, and now I have it. She's over the flu, but has strep throat now. I wasn't throwing up, I just had a fever and was really tired. Max had a small fever, her throat burned, and she couldn't talk.

Dr. Martinez came into my room with some pills in her hand and a glass of water, with Max trailing close behind her. Max climbed over me and lied down, pulling the covers up to her chin. Dr. M gave me the pills, which I popped back into my mouth, and I took the water from her and swallowed them down in one sip.

"Alright, your fevers should break, but you might get tired in a little while," She said, placing the glass on my night stand. I nodded and glanced over at Max, who was looking up at me with big brown eyes. "Do you mind if Max visits you for a while? She was getting bored and wanted to see you."

"No, of course she can stay," I smiled at Dr. M and then down at Max.

"Okay," She smiled. "She isn't contagious anymore, so you should be safe. Try to sleep if you can," She left the room and closed the door softly behind her.

"Max, this is all your fault. Now we're sick," I said playfully, looking down at her. Her eyes widened and she cracked a smile.

"Yup," She mouthed. She cuddled up close to me, and I inhaled her sweet scent of vanilla. Her hair was damp from the shower and was spread across her back, a few locks hung off her shoulders, lying limply on my chest.

"No comebacks, Maxy? You have nothing else witty to say?" I teased, poking fun at her. I cradled her in my arms, stroking her hair absentmindedly.

"Not today," She muttered, her voice barely audible. She sighed, then smiled, gazing at me with her chocolate-y eyes. A warm, tingly feeling passed through every inch of my body. I tried convincing myself it was the fever, but I knew it was because Max.

She closed her eyes, her thick eyelashes brushing against her cheek bones, casting tiny shadows. Her breathing slowed, I listened to her deep breathes until they lulled me to sleep. I held her closer to me, not willing to end this moment for anything in the world.

16.) Pineapple -Max POV

"Max, why are they yellow?" Nudge asked, poking at the pineapple in the center of the table.

"Why's the sky blue?" I shot back, rolling my eyes at her.

"Because the ocean reflects into the sky," Iggy said.

"Rhetorical question, Ig!" I pushed him playfully.

"No really Max, why are there so many leaves? And look at it's skin, the pattern it's in. Why's it like that? How did it do that? Oh, I can't wait to try it. I've never had a pineapple before. Why haven't we gotten one before?"

I didn't think it was possible to ask one more question about a pineapple. Even for Nudge. But sure enough, she continued.

"Pine. Apple. O-M-G!" She threw her hands up in the air. "Do pineapples grow on pine trees? Fang!" She yelled, and Fang walked in a few seconds later, with his arms crossed. "Did you know pineapples are apples that grow on pine trees?"

Fang gave me a 'what-is-she-talking-about' look, and I shrugged and rolled my eyes. "Nudge, they don't grow on pine trees. They're plants," He said.

"Oh," The magical look in Nudge's eyes were lost. Wait, it came back. "But wouldn't it be so cool if you were, like, walking through a forest and you saw a pineapple on a tree? I'd freak out and eat it! But I'd pick off all the leaves first..."

I got up from the table and left the room, dragging Fang out with me. "Sorry, Nudge!" I yelled.

"Gosh, that girl can talk..." Fang said, shaking his head.

No freaking duh, Fang.