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 3 - Nudge

I hate the mall. I hate it with a burning passion. I hate it so much that it made my top 5 in Max's List of Things She Hates, right behind the School. I hate it so much that it's in front of school, you know, the regular kind where kids don't get experimented on in harsh conditions.

Why am I currently ranting about the mall?

Use your brain. I'm in a mall. Or should I say, I'm being brutally tortured.

Why am I here you may ask?

One word.

Nudge.

That girl will be the painful death of me.

I sigh as I watch Nudge pose in front of a mirror, twirling around to see all the different angles. While so, she was rambling about how 'Super cute!' it was on her. Her eyes were lit up, and her big smile was blinding. She was filled with energy as she zipped in and out of the dressing rooms. I sighed again, lazily lounging on the modern, lime green armchair. As long as she's happy…

Where's Fang? I thought absently while tapping my fingers and hoping for something to attack us, so I could get out of shopping.

Yes. I am that desperate.

"Oh my gosh! Max! You just HAVE to try this on! It'd look awesome on you!" I jumped as I heard Nudge squeal behind me. How did she get there? I'm the Maximum Ride. Nobody sneaks up on me nevertheless Nudge. (Well, I guess Fang can sneak up on me, but that can still be up for discussion.)

I turned my head around since my body unwilling to do so. My left eye started twitching as I stared at the thing Nudge was holding.

"Well?" she pressed, shaking the item impatiently. "Do you like it?"

I opened my mouth to reply with a dry, 'No' when she suddenly grabbed my arm and quickly dragged me away. She threw me into a dressing room and put her weight against the door after chucking the thing in after me. Something is definitely wrong. Maximum Ride does not get man-handled by 13 year old girls. This is just not my day.

"Sorry," Nudge apologized through the door. "I just knew you would say no, so I thought using force would work."

"It's alright," I said to her through clenched teeth, attempting to sound civil. "But couldn't you have at least found something that shows a little less skin than a cocktail dress?" I complained, wincing at the glittery and stretchiness.

"Sorry, but you're not getting out of there unless you're wearing the dress," she chirped happily.

Flinching again, I turned back to the soft, black fabric in my hands. I took a deep breath and started putting it on.

"I look like a hooker."

"I doubt it."

"Fine then. A prostitute."

"Max," she sputtered. "Just come out already."

"No," I stated resolutely. Scowling, I looked at myself in the mirror again.

The dress was tight, like I thought, clinging to my curves and showing them off a bit more than what I was comfortable with. It had thick straps, though, my light brown hair with blonde and red streaks was hanging down my shoulders, covering most of it. The neckline was dangerously deep, showing a bit of cleavage. While it was tight around the top, it was loose around my hips and ending mid-thigh. The skirt was decorated lightly with small, silver beads.

I admit, I was stretching it a bit by saying I looked like a hooker, but I feel like I'm showing a bit too much skin. Though, it was pretty. Nudge has good taste. If only she could find me something less revealing.

"Come on!" Nudge hollered, pounding on the door, rattling it with her mutant bird kid strength.

"Fine, fine!" I grumbled compliantly, only because we don't need a broken stall door on our tab.

Self-consciously, I stepped out of the dressed room. My hair fell around my face which was scowling at the ground. While tugging down the hem of the dress, I looked up to see Nudge with her mouth gaping open.

"I told you I looked like a slut," I muttered.

"You do NOT look like a slut!" she exclaimed. "You look freaking amazing! We have get that dress!" Nudge squealed, clapping her hands enthusiastically.

Sighing, I nodded wearily, not wanting her to shove me against the wall with a high-heeled shoe to my neck as her next move.

"Okay! I'm going to go look for some more stuff for you to try on! Stay. There," she commanded, pointing at me menacingly. Well, as menacingly as an excited 13 year old who can barely keep a smile off her face can get.

Whipping around, I hurried into the dressing room before anyone could notice me. I closed the door when I heard soft breathing behind.

I jumped, and I admit shamefully that I also let out a little squeak of surprise. Putting a hard look on my face, I quickly got into a defensive position and looked at the intruder's face to see a smirking Fang.

"You know, you don't look as threatening as usual with that dress on," he commented, tilting his head while leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed.

I glared at him, straightening up. "What are you doing in here?" I asked exasperatedly. "Where were you when I needed you to save me from Nudge? Huh? What do you have to say for yourself, mister?" I demanded, poking him in the chest with my finger.

He grabbed the hand I was jabbing into him and the my other one, putting them above my head as he pushed me against the wall.

"I say," he whispered in my ear, causing me to shiver before he continued, "that you look ravishing in that dress."

I felt my face heat up in an embarrassing blush. He smiled smugly and rested his forehead on mine, looking into my eyes.

"What do you want?" I asked quietly, trying to calm my blush from him being so close to me. I didn't even bother struggling to release my hands since I knew Fang wouldn't let go since he had that Fang-like determination in his eyes.

"You," he replied, lightly kissing the tip of my nose.

My heart stuttered in my chest.

"Be my girlfriend," he breathed, brushing his lips over my right eye, causing it to close. He then kissed my eyelid.

I hesitantly shook my head, barely able to breathe. Who knew Fang could be so seductive?

"Please?" he asked huskily, running his lips over my other eye. Both my eyes were closed now.

Swallowing thickly, I squeaked out a, "No." Only Fang could make me squeak.

He brought down my hands to my side and twined our fingers. "Why not?" I heard him say.

I opened my eyes, staring into his dark ones that were flecked with gold. Racking my brain, I tried to think of another reason, no matter how insignificant it would be.

"You know that Nudge will constantly be saying, 'I told you so!'" Even I sighed at how weak of an excuse that was.

He gave me an amused smile.

"Well, she is right."

;) Seductive Fang Ftw, right? Lol. I just had a balance contest with my bro. I won ;)

DrowningInFairyTales: Argh! You mentioned cookies and I thought you were Anna rofl sorry I'd rather have lemonade with cookies... Cuz I dun dunk cookies. If I do, they get all soggy and just no. Lol I just get excited about updating from reading reviews so then I write :D

My Twinsie: But... It's not impossible cuz I did it ;) But, if I can do it, most definitely my twinni can do it lol I LOVE doing introductions. They're fun :3 and they come easily to me lol For Fang's pov, I just wrote stuff... I made him sound like a normal guy on the inside, you know, the possessive type lol I'm sorry that I made you hold your breath for so long. You must be dead. So. RIP Twinni

So. Review. :)

Truth