Disclaimer: Don't own any characters, all belong to the great James Patterson
I think Fang is amazing and I wanted to get inside his head a bit, so here is the result!
Also, loosely inspired by Kat's poem in "Ten Things I Hate About You". Enjoy! :)

Sometimes, Fang couldn't stand Max.

He couldn't stand her stubbornness, the fact that she always managed to have things her way.

He couldn't stand the way she thought she was always right. He couldn't stand the fact that most of the time...she was right.

Fang couldn't stand the way Max wasn't afraid to back down. He couldn't stand the way she would lock her gaze with his when she had something to prove, determination radiating from her entire body.

He couldn't stand the way her eyes, her fierce captivating, and beautiful eyes could make him feel when she looked at him questioningly. He hated the way it seemed she could see right down to his very soul.

Fang hated the way Max could tell what he was thinking with a single glance, what he was feeling with a single look.

Sometimes, Fang couldn't stand the way Max looked, that even when she was covered in dirt, bruised and battered, she was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Fang hated the way his stomach dropped when their wings brushed together, feather soft in the air.

He hated the way his skin would burn after they accidentally bumped arms, how his fingers would tingle after brushing a lock of hair from her eyes.

Fang couldn't stand how she acted with the flock. Watching her guide Iggy with her hands, laugh at Gazzy when he wasn't really that funny, tuck Nudge into bed each night, unfailingly comfort Angel whenever she was sad, it was almost too much for him to handle.

Fang hated the way Max looked when she was sad. He hated seeing her try to be strong for the others, trying to lock her emotions away. He hated not knowing how to bring the smile back to her face when she felt like that. He couldn't stand feeling helpless.

He hated how nice it felt when Max would break down and bury her head in his shoulder. He couldn't stand it when she left, it was like the space between his chin and shoulder was designed for her and he felt empty when she wasn't in his arms.

Fang hated the way she looked when she was fighting to save her family. He couldn't stand the way her body would move, so wild and free and synchronised, how intense the fierceness in her eyes was.

Fang couldn't handle the way he felt jealous when he saw other guys with her, he couldn't stand the feeling in his chest when he watched her kiss Sam. He hated that jerk...

Fang couldn't stand the way that no other girl would ever be good enough for him, he hated the way that although he tried to look elsewhere, he could never make Max disappear from his thoughts.

He couldn't stand not knowing the way Max felt about him.

Fang despised the way her lips felt against his, soft and gentle at first and then rough and passionate. He hated they way Max made him feel when she would fly away mid kiss.

He couldn't stand the way she drove him crazy, all the ways she annoyed him.

Fang couldn't stand it that Max was always on his mind.

Most of the time, Fang couldn't stand the way Max made him love her, and the way the way that he didn't actually hate that at all.