I knew who I loved.

I knew who loved me too.

I also knew who was stuck in the stupid position of loving me while I was in love with someone else who was in love with another girl.

I sat on the roof of a distant skyscraper, eyeing the clouds tinged gold and purple in the sunset. I rested my chin on my knees and thought in silence, why is love so difficult?

I jumped at a soft thump close to my back and jerked my head around to face Iggy.

"Why'd you run?" he asked softly, sitting down next to me.

"I just can't think straight anymore…"I muttered.

Why couldn't I process my feelings anymore? Why did I feel like this around him, so nervous, and … girly. I loved Fang, didn't I?

But Fang didn't love me anymore. He loved Rebecca, the sweetest girl at our school. She was smart and funny, and my best friend.

He loved her.

I wanted him to be happy but I wanted to be greedy too, I wanted him.

I had lost to my best friend.

And now Iggy was telling me he loved me. That he was in love with me. I just was so lost in my emotions I never thought he could love me too.

Iggy shifted so he was side by side to me, staring sightlessly at my face, and draped his arm over my shoulders.

"Max, I don't expect you to love me. I just needed to let you know that I love you." He whispered.

I caught his unseeing gaze.

"Iggy, I… I." I stopped at the look he was giving me.

"Max, I can't promise to be the best boyfriend ever, I can't promise to be better than Fang, I can't promise to be exactly what you want, but I can promise to always love you, to always hold you, to always, be there for you."

I turned my head away, recalling the previous hour, when I had run.

I stood on the porch, watching Fang and Rebecca embrace, watching him kiss her mouth, watched her blush red, I watched him say "love you".

My heart broke into a million peices with those three words. I wanted him to say those to me, I wanted to hear them again, I wanted to be held, and loved, and most of all I wanted to cry.

I wanted to cry, and cry, and cry.

As he walked back towards the house he caught my eyes and looked down, possibly ashamed, I couldn't tell.

When he reached the porch where I waited, I opened my mouth to ask the ultimate question, why?

He shook his head and muttered, "I moved on." Then he touched my shoulder and left me standing alone on the patio.

I stood there; numb, wishing that it wasn't true. I wanted so badly for this to be a dream. I wanted him back.

I wished I had told him, let him in, but I had just pushed him away. I regretted that so much now.

I sat down on the ground, feeling the cold lick of the snow on my unprotected skin.

And for the first time in years, I cried.

I cried for the longest time in the white wintery outdoors, not acknowledging the bite of the wind or ache in my bones.

I felt warm arms wrap around me and lips press into my hair as I sobbed into the pale blue ski jacket that belonged to a tall strawberry-blonde young man.

"You don't need to cry." He muttered into my hair.

I only sobbed harder into his chest.

He stroked my hair and mumbled something that caused me to become even number.

"You know I love you too."

I felt like I was falling, falling, falling and my wings were nowhere to be found.

My heart stopped beating and my breath froze in my chest.

I pulled away and stared at his face; the honest look, the affection in his eyes, it was too much.

"Wha… what?" I stuttered.

He shook his head and his hair fell into his eyes.

"Max, isn't obvious that I've been in love you with you forever?"

I almost fainted.

He stood up and walked closer to me, putting his hands on my shoulders he looked into my eyes, well, his eyes were on mine, and whispered to me, "I really love you Max."

I let out a little whimper then, fully ashamed of my weakness, ran out into the night and unfurled my wings, haunted by the image of Iggy's broken heart, written clearly on his pale face.

I shuddered at the thought of him being broken because of something I did.

He touched my arm and I turned to face him again.

"I'm sorry." He muttered.

I laughed; a loud sound in this relatively quiet space and his face fell.

"No. you don't get it!" I laughed out, grabbing his face, "I finally realized something! I love you too." My voice quieted down at those last words.

His eyes softened and his face calmed in my hands as his large ones wrapped around my wrists.

His face was so close to my own that for the second time in a day, I felt like fainting.

He leaned forward and tilted his head.

I hesitated.

He stopped and opened his eyes, pain clearly shown in the beautiful blue irises.

I froze horrified that I had ruined it for him, stood up and unfurled my wings again.

"Oh for the love of God!" he snapped, then grabbed my arm and dragged me into a kiss.

I grinned under his lips and realized that this was right, this was where I belonged.

In his arms, and holding strong.

After our little make out session, we headed to Dr. Martinez's new house in these Minnesota parts, excited to announce that me and him were, gulp, dating.

After landing in the yard Iggy wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in for another kiss.

I heard a small shuffling noise but dismissed it as an animal or something until I heard a quiet ahem and turned around to face Fang.

He shuffled his feet in the snow, staring at us, and laughed, "Well I think you got over that fast!"

I giggled and Iggy hugged me tighter.

Rebecca ran out of the house and saw stopped short when she saw me and Iggy's embrace, then her face broke out in a huge smile.

"Took you guys long enough!" she laughed. "We thought you'd never realize how madly in love you guys were with each other! And now Fang is mine!" she practically fell over laughing.

I could totally see them together.

I looked up at the man I loved and smiled as his blind eyes some what caught mine and he rested his forehead on mine, whispering to me, "So, I guess you love me too."

"Oh, so you only guessed? How about I show you."

I smashed my lips into his and giggled into them as he wrapped his arms around me.

You know what?

Screw Fang.