Hi. This is just a oneshot, enjoy! (If you don't enjoy well... okay. Don't enjoy)

Disclaimer: I'll just say this, since I can't think of any funny or smart way to say it: I dont own Maximum Ride.

I sat at my desk, staring at the peculiar rose Fang had given me earlier.

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I was roaming around the house, with nothing much to do. I absent-mindedly walked into the kitchen.

It's never too late to learn, the Voice had said unexpectedly.

Why, hello voice, I said pleasantly in my head. How nice to hear from you. Could you please tell me what you mean?

Learn to cook. The Voice said no more.

Huh? Everyone knows I cant cook. But what the heck. I can try.

I walked up to the freezer and pulled out a bag of frozen chips. Well, not much can go wrong cooking them. Only burning them.

After about ten minutes of cooking, Iggy came down with a suspicious expression on his face. "That's not Max cooking, is it?" he asked.

"It sure is," I replied.

"What are you cooking?"

"Chips."

"Umm," Iggy said. "They smell different. Are you sure you didn't do something wrong?"

"No, Iggy, they're fine."

"You did use oil to fry them, didn't you?"

Uh-oh. I had used water.

"Max?"

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I used water."

"What!?" Iggy screamed, overreacting. "YOU BOILED CHIPS!? Seriously, you just can't cook, can you?"

By that point I had overreacted aswell. I stalked up the stairs, fuming, and ran into my room, slamming the door shut.

I heard a tiny tap on the door, and expected Iggy to come in, apologising. But door opened, and there was Fang.

He walked up to my desk, left a rose there, and left, with no explanations.

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And now I was sitting here, staring at the beautiful rose.

But this rose was different - it was a white rose, but with the strange look as if someone had dipped it in blood and only half of it got stained.

It was magnificent, gorgeous, somehow more beautiful than every other rose.

I hesitated before picking the rose up, inattentively twirling it between my fingers.

I uncertainly picked a petal off. "He loves me," I murmured.

"He loves me not." I picked another petal off, watching it gracefully drift to the top of my desk.

"He loves me." I pulled off another rose petal, like I had seen so many actors do on TV.

"He loves me not." My eyes began brimming with tears.

"He loves me," I whispered, my voice shaking.

I started crying. "He loves me not."

I couldn't believe I was crying. Me - Maximum Ride, the invincible - was here, sobbing over a boy.

I put down the rose and scooped up all the petals I had picked off so far. Then, I let them drop to my desk ever so delicately.

I picked one up and studied it. It seemed to have caught one of my tears.

Then, for some bizarre reson, I smiled. It looked like a bleeding rose petal - a crying, bleeding rose petal.

I tipped the moisture off the petal, then put it down. I picked up the rose again, and worked my way around the flower.

There were only a few petals left now.

"He loves me."

"He loves me not."

I stopped. All the rose petals were gone. I started crying all over again.

My heart breaking, I tossed the rose stem out the window. It's just a rose, I told myself, but something was telling me it was more than just a rose.

I poked my head out of the window and watched the rose stem float with the wind. But with my raptor vision, something caught my eye.

There was one last rose petal.

I dived through the window, desperate to catch the rose as if it would suddenly vanish if I didn't.

A few centimetres from the green lawn, my fingers closed around the rose. I fell onto the grass hard, but I barely noticed.

I plucked off the last tiny petal, and, tears obscuring my vision, I watched it drift to the grass.

"He loves me."

Sorry... it's really short. Anyway... what did ya think? Also can someone PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me how to see how many people read this... thanks.

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