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Set after Fang, before Angel. The gang's at Dr. M's in Arizona. Max isn't moping, but instead is just mad at everyone and generally irritable. Iggy point of view. 500 words exactly. Thank goodness for Word Count.

"So yesterday I saw the cutest pink shoes at the mall near the new theatre, I can never remember its name. Ooh, that theatre is showing the new Harry Potter movie tomorrow; do you think we should go? I love the actress that plays Hermione, but she should get some blue streaks in her hair. It would make her so much cuter. Oh my gosh, that would look so good on me, wouldn't it? But I like pink so much better; it's the color of my favorite shirt-hey! Should I get a skirt to go with that shirt? 'Cause it never really looks good with my jeans, even the ones I got to match it-"

I slap my hand over Nudge's mouth, finally silencing her. Nudge's great, but enough is enough, and I'm a more of a 'whatever I touch first' kind of person, not a connoisseur of fashion. Geez, what would you expect? I can't even see the clothes unless someone puts them in front of a snow bank. Probably not even then… Even I can see the bitter sarcasm there.

Then, of course, Nudge interrupts my self-pity rant by biting my hand rather hard-I'd forgotten she was there. I jump back, cursing rather badly- she'd drawn blood.

"LANGUAGE, Iggy!" yells Max from down the hall.

"Max, Nudge bloody bit me!"

"So DEAL!"

"Geez, tightly wound much?" I mutter softly.

"I HEARD THAT!"

This is where I back away, still cursing silently. I can sense the smug look on Nudge's face. She resumes her rant as I head up to Gazzy's and my room. Gazzy is in hysterics, having heard the entire exchange, when he lets out one of his 'gifts' and the room fills with rather horrid-smelling gas. Coughing and hacking, I flop on the bottom bunk and land with odd accuracy. Here, I am about to resume my wallowing when an oddly hot liquid hits my left leg. My blood. Great. After bandaging my hand with a small towel in the bathroom, I hit my bunk and land on something rather hard that shouldn't be there. A squeal alerts me to the fact that there is a person lounging on my bed. I quickly decide that it must be Nudge, as she's too big to be Angel and to small to be Max, and quickly leap up. Nudge groans and then chuckles.

"Guess we're even, huh?" Nudge says, still chuckling.

"Sure," I say, and am rather relieved that she won't make too much of a deal of it.

"Sorry I bit you," She says, rather ashamed-sounding.

"I'll live," I say. Phew. Crisis averted.

We talk for a while, and it's a miracle she doesn't steal the show. We talk about everything. When it gets too serious, one of us will crack a joke, and we'll keep talking. I would never believe Nudge is so easy to talk to.

After a while, she leans closer, and I close the gap between us for the first time.

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