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 6 - Dylan

Dear Journal (Yeah, that's right. I'm admitting that you are a journal. Never said that you were my journal, though.)

Max's up to reason seven now, so I'll tell you about reason six.

Stop staring at me like that with your blank look. I just didn't feel like writing all the others down. I'm lazy, and you're my journal. Deal with it. (Okay, now I sound completely mental since I'm telling a blank book to deal with my personality.)

Whatever. So.

It was just a nice day outside, so we wanted to go out and enjoy it. A picnic was what we decided to do. We set up a stereotypical, red and white, checkered table cloth topped with Iggy-made foods in the large, grassy clearing behind the house. After having a great lunch of gorging ourselves on sandwiches, chips and sodas, we were now just hanging out.

Max and I were sitting side-by-side on a thick tree branch, casually chatting while watching over the flock, per usual. My arm was around her as she leaned her head on my shoulder.

Then she started to squirm uncomfortably. I raised a dark eyebrow at her.

"Dylan," she hissed, her beautiful, brown eyes peeking through her curtain of hair. "Damn. He's still staring."

I looked up to see Dylan across the clearing, sitting on the ground and leaning against a tree. He was most definitely watching us.

That little -insert a string of curse words-. He says he cares about her, but he doesn't need to stare like a creeper. I didn't reply, but I glared back at him. My stiff jaw and tense arm showed my annoyance.

There was an uncomfortable silence as I glared at Dylan.

All of a sudden, Max broke free from my grip and looked at me with narrowed eyes. What? Does she want to take Dylan's place in the stare down or something?

"Dylan's in love with me," she stated randomly, nodding her chin at the California-blonde, bird kid.

My jaw clenched as I sucked in a sharp breath through my nose.

So that's her sixth reason, aye? Trying to play hardball? The challenging look on her face said that was exactly what she was doing.

I pursed my lips and ran my hand through my dark hair before giving giving her a strained smile.

"He has good taste."

And that, Journal, is why I am currently writing in you. To vent about my frustration in a way that was not punching a hole in the wall (Max said if I did it one more time, she's going to punch a hole in my face.)

Why?

Because despite Dylan loving Max, he'll never have her after I answer all her reasons.

I'm just wondering how many she has...

Fly on,

Fang.

Heehee. Creeper Dylan. This was short, but at least it wasn't the shortest. Was it? I'm scared to check.

Twinni: OMG I have the whole idea for why Fang is named Fang for All New. Hehe. It actually involves a curse word. I don't know which chapter it's going to be in... Maybe next one? eh. Ikr. Everyone's jealous of Max. She has Fang. She has wings. She's pretty. She has Fang. She has the best family in the world. She has Fang. Did I repeat anything? ;)

booksrbetterthanmovies: :D I'm aiming for cute ^^ And I love your nickname cuz I agree with it

Truth