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 NeonSyzygy's 101 Reasons.

- 101 Oneshots -

Reason 5 - Love

"Will you stop freaking staring at me like that?" I exclaimed, dragging a hand down my face in exasperation.

He smoothly raised a dark eyebrow without moving the rest of his body which was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "Like what?"

"Like, like," I hesitated as I tried to find the right words. "Like in that intense, Fang-like way of yours!" Okay. I was looking for the right words, but I definitely didn't find them.

"There's a different type of intense?" he asked in an amused voice.

"You know what I mean," I growled, flicking back my hair which was irritatingly in my face. My hands then dropped to my sides, lightly bouncing as they met the couch.

He shrugged, and there was no more talking. The only sound was the constant ticking of the clock above the not-burning fireplace.

Frustration was building up inside me. There were a millions questions running through my mind, but one was determined to make itself heard.

I bit my tongue, but that didn't stop me from blurting out, "Why are you so far away from me?"

His eyes widened a fraction of an inch before a playful smile started to tug at the corners of his lips. "You want me to come closer?" he teased, pushing himself off the wall he was leaning against.

Letting out a breath, I nodded.

"How close?" he asked, taking a step forward. "Closer than this?" He pointed to where he was now which I felt was still very far away from me.

I nodded again, my long fingers fiddling with a loose thread in the couch's fabric.

Another foot forward. He tilted his head. "Closer?"

Rolling my eyes, I repeated, "Closer."

All of a sudden, he quickly closed the distance and plopped himself beside me on the couch, casually resting his head on my shoulder. "Closer?" he asked huskily.

I felt the warmth from his body heat spread throughout my bones. My breathing hitched the slightest.

This is bad. My body is my own enemy.

Placing my head on top of his, I relaxed. "No. This is fine," I mumbled, my body instinctively loosing all its tension.

He wrapped a strong arm around me, and we were once again, thrown into silence that at least wasn't as awkward as the other one.

"You have another reason yet?" he whispered after a moment from under my head.

I bit my lip, contemplating. "How do you know I love you?"

A small chuckle came from his chest which warmed me even more than his body.

He then murmured, "Because you asked that."

Very short. Very short. Sorry. I can't really think of long oneshots for some reason. :/ Sorry if it's bad too .-. Ehhh.

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Twinni: Everyone's jealous when Fang's all lovey-dovey with Max and not them ;) It's a natural reaction LOL

Metal Flowers: First of all, THANK YOU FOR COMPLIMENTING ME YOU AWESOMETASTIC WRITER! And well, most Dylan haters just don't like him because he's supposedly Max's perfect half (This is half-true for me lol). I don't like him because he's portrayed as perfection. I know he has small little quips, but people usually are a bit more imperfect (not that I'm dissing the human race or anything xD). I also don't like how he was made for Max. It's not about finding (or creating) the perfect person. It's about finding an imperect person perfectly, and Max and Fang found each other perfectly. I like how he's
determined to try and get Max to love him, but I don't like how he has no other options. Everyone should have options, and he has to realize that he too, has them. I do sorta feel bad for him because he didn't choose to be a clone, but ehh. Blame the whitecoats for our hatred. :P

If I forgot anything or you want to talk more about it, feel free to pm me and rant to your heart's desire :3

Truth