Summary: Max used to have so many reasons running through her head about why she and Fang weren't meant for each other. She thought of them at random places and at random times. Whenever or wherever, Fang had an answer. Based off of EternalSyzygy's 101 Reasons.

- 101 Oneshots -

Reason 2 - Cookies

Once upon a time, there was a girl- Scratch that. Once upon a time, there was a female, mutant bird kid. She was a stubborn one. It was either her way or no way (A.K.A. the dead way in the flock's minds), yet she knew how to give a little to maintain peace (and in order to make it seem like it wasn't a dictatorship). She was tough, but she had a soft heart underneath all her sarcastic remarks and death glares. She was also very beautiful with her light-brown hair, streaked with natural, red and blonde highlights and big, brown eyes. Her wings were just as dazzling. But.

Keep your hands off because she's mine.

Who am I to say that?

I'm Fang. Her right-wing man, best friend, and (possibly in the future) her lover. We've been through thick and thin, always covering each other's backs (with the exception of a few separations. In my defense, she started it.). I'm second in command of our merry band of mutant bird kids (also known as the Flock) while she was the leader.

The girl I've been talking about is the one and only, Maximum Ride. Also known as 'The Girl of My Dreams.'

I've been in love with her since, well, forever. She just never noticed. She now knows how I feel, but says that she doesn't think of me as anything other than a sibling.

Denial.

She's been running from me (figuratively and literally) ever since she realized my true feelings about her, but now she's trying to get me to back off with reasons of why we can't be together. I responded by telling her that I would have an answer nevertheless. And I will. I will answer every one of her reasons until she accepts that we belong together.

By the way, this is so not a diary.

Now that we have that covered, I'll tell you about where and when she came up with her second reason. That's right. I'm not writing the first reason in you. Why? Because I can. I can to not. Just never mind.

It was just a regular day in November. As always, Max was complaining about the cold weather. She thought if we lived in land-locked Arizona with Dr. M and Ella, it would be hot year-round. Oh, Max. What will we do with you? (Well, I know what I'd like to do with you… But we're getting off topic.)

The flock, Dr. M, and Ella had decided to go ice-skating. They asked us to join them, but we said no. Actually, I just shook my head while Max declined with a "Why would anyone want to play on a giant hunk of flat ice?"

That, everyone, was the eloquent girl I fell in love with. Aren't I lucky?

As everyone filed out the door, looking like colorful marshmallows (Oh, good times…), Dr. M stopped before closing the door.

"Max. Fang." We looked up at her from our lazing on the couch.

"I left the recipe for the cookies you guys like on the counter. You can make them if you want. All the ingredients are there, just look for them," she told us before quickly shutting the door closed, so no more gusts of cold air would come in.

As soon as the last word came out of Dr. M's mouth, Max hopped to her feet, eyes twinkling. She looked at me with a large, excited grin. I raised an eyebrow at her, putting my feet on the wooded coffee table.

"Well?" she said, a hint of impatience in her voice. She stared me down, fingers twitching eagerly.

I sighed, reading her look. "You want to make cookies, don't you?" I asked wearily. Who knows what's going to happen with Max in the kitchen.

She nodded enthusiastically, too happy for words. Instead, she grabbed my hand and yanked me off the couch with strength only a mutant bird kid could have. While dragging me into the clean kitchen, she was skipping happily.

Then I noticed that she was holding onto my hand. Well. I guess that's a start, aye?

She then, abruptly let go of my hand (-sigh-) and snatched up the lone piece of paper. I sighed aloud this time and collapsed onto a stool, dropping my head on the granite counter as she read the recipe.

"Seems simple enough," she muttered, staring intently at the paper with narrowed eyes.

"When it comes to cooking, nothing is simple for you, my dear Maximum," I drawled lazily. While resting the side of my face on the counter, I watched her speed around the cabinets, taking out necessary items.

She must be really into this if she ignored my jab just like that.

When she had laid out all the ingredients onto the same counter that my face was resting on, she placed her hands on her hips and had a proud look on her face. Why is she so happy? Has she not realized that she hasn't actually start baking yet?

Then a blank look went into her eyes. There we go. You finally see the hopelessness of this situation.

I shook my head and stood up. What I do for love…

After grabbing the recipe and skimming over the directions, I picked up the flour package and a bowl. "Get the measuring cup, will you?" I tossed over my shoulder as I headed to the sink. If it gets messy, at least it'll end up in there instead of on the floor.

"Sure," she replied, snapping out of her daze.

And so we started baking.

Just don't tell Iggy. He doesn't need anything else to hold over my head. Then again, this journal (I'm only saying that because repeating 'record of feelings and past events' would be too long and annoying) would be even worse blackmail.

"Alright," I said, wiping my flour-covered hands onto my black jeans. Who needs napkins? "We're done. You preheated the oven right?"

Max's panicked look said it all.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to the oven. Only to be tripped by… Total.

Even my special bird kid reflexes couldn't have saved me from take a face-first, nose-dive into the cookie batter that was on the stove.

There was complete silence behind me as I lifted my face from the bowl. I felt like a zombie, slowly lifting myself from a grave, ready to kill whoever in sight. Or whatever dog that was in sight.

That dog was Total.

My eyes were swirling with cold malice as I slowly stepped towards the trembling dog.

"I only wanted to know what all the noise was about," Total whimpered. Wrong timing, dog. Wrong. Timing.

I was just about to grab the shaking pup and throttle him when I heard Max break out into laughter. I whipped around to see her form, bent in half, slapping her knee. My eyes narrowed, forgetting all about Total, giving him a chance to scamper off with his tail in between his legs.

"This is the only chance I'll get to see you wear white, isn't it?" she gasped, pointing out the big splatters of cookie dough on my shirt.

I grinned evilly. "I think Maxie wants a hug," I taunted, reaching out to her.

"I don't think so, Cookie Batter Monster," she snapped, gaining back her composure.

She backed up as I came closer. Then, she was trapped against the counter with my arms on either side of her, making sure she didn't escape.

"Want to taste the cookie batter?" I murmured, putting my face 3 inches in front of hers. She stared at me with wide eyes. I love how nervous she gets whenever we're in very close proximity.

"N-no," she stuttered, staring at my lips. Like I said earlier. De-nial.

A faint smirk was on my lips right before they pressed themselves to hers to make something very sweet.

After our cookie-filled makeout session and putting what was left of the batter into the oven, we sat on the tiled floor, leaning against the lower cabinets.

"You know," she said, mindlessly drawing continuous circles on the ground with her index finger. "I'll always be making cookies."

The way she said it, meant that it was the second reason she came up with.

I gave her a full-out grin, causing her to blink in shock.

"They're the only thing you can cook, so I don't mind."

Lalalalala~ 2nd update for the day as I promised.

Guest: Thank you. I really hope that you have more than one platter, or I'd be forced to go to your house and ask (*or demand*) that you make more with a water gun to your head. Yes. You should be scared. lol I think I can guess your name... Ride... Lol

Beautiful Redemption: I'm sorry. I don't put anything in the microwave unless it's food. I really don't think that your heart is food (no offense). :3 Third person is really hard actually T.T I'm sorry you were punished cause of me LOLOLOL Then you got punished in your punishment xD

FAAAAAXXXXXXXX K3

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