Happy
Author's Note: I was on recently, paging through the romance stuff. And what did I find? Fax, Fax, Fax, Fax, Mari, Fax, Fax, Fax, Fax, Fax, Fax, Fax. So much Fang/Max! Honestly, there are other pairings out there! I'd give anything to read a different pairing!
So this fic was born.
(This is beyond my other story, Blind. Which, though it's not explicitly Fax, poor Iggy pretty much got dumped on. And I like Iggy. But yeah. Sorry it's so short.)
"Guess what?"
I sat on a bench, swinging my legs. I wasn't very old. Something like eight. Eight was a cool age. I had eleven-year-old Max to watch out for me, five-year-old Gazzy to play with, eleven-year-old Fang to be my big brother, and three-year-old Angel to be my little sister. And eleven-year-old Iggy to have fun with.
He didn't mind hanging out with me. He never did. "What, Nudge?"
"When I grow up, I'm gonna be a supermodel!" I told him.
Iggy just laughed at me, like he always did. "Okay. If we grow up, you get to be whatever you want."
I frowned when he said "if we grow up." I was eight. I mean, we all grew up fast, but I liked to pretend that everything was always okay, even if it wasn't. Then I thought of something. "Iggy?"
"Yeah?"
"What do you wanna be if we grow up?"
He didn't say anything back to me. I was nervous that I said something to, like, offend him or something. I mean, he doesn't get offended easily, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings or anything, you know? I was kind of surprised when he responded.
"I wanna be happy."
It was a simple answer, but even being eight, I knew that he was just very serious. More serious than he usually is. Because Iggy isn't ever serious. At least, not much.
I didn't know what to say after that. So I said something I maybe shouldn't have said, because I can't make it one hundred percent true, not for definite-sure-positive.
"Okay," I told him. "If we grow up, then I'll be your girlfriend. That'll make you happy."
He turned his face to me, kind of like he was surprised. I just smiled at him, even though he couldn't see me, and I leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.
Hey, I was eight, but I knew what made boys happy.
