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Cold:
On night, about three weeks before Nudge turned sixteen, she woke up cold and alone.
She crumpled herself into an upright position amongst her pillows, rubbing her eyes. She glanced at a clock. Midnight? Ug.
After a minute, she got up carefully, trying not to wake Angel, who was curled up in the corner with Celeste and Total snoring next to her. She shook her head. Angel was completely ignoring her bed again. She slept on the floor in the corner all the time, regardless.
Nudge picked up her pajama shorts off of the floor and slipped them on.
She tousled her curly brown hair and padded out the door and down the hallway.
Nudge tip-toed down the hall, passing Max's door silently, and then Fang's.
She could hear Max's voice in Fang's room; it looked like they were up late again. Probably arguing about something. Or worse, not arguing, she shuddered.
She walked quietly past Iggy's and then Gazzy's, and crept into the kitchen. She wanted a glass of water. She thought. Or maybe she could just stumble around the house for a while. Max would be angry if she left the house in the middle of the night, so she couldn't really go anywhere. Nudge yawned.
"Nudge?"
She jumped about a foot in the air. How had she not noticed him? "Iggy? What are you doing here?"
Iggy turned his head towards her and grinned sheepishly. "I couldn't sleep."
"Me neither," she sighed.
Nudge went and sat down next to him, scraping the chair loudly against the floor. "Someone probably heard that." She whispered. "Oops."
"It doesn't matter. They'll know that someone's in the kitchen is all. And it's not like anyone else can find us up here, so it has to be one of us, right?"
She nodded, remembered he couldn't see her, and said "Right."
They were quiet.
Nudge got up and poured herself a glass of water.
Iggy rubbed one foot nervously along his other leg under the table. "Um, -"
"Maybe I should go back to bed." Nudge suggested at the same time. "Sorry… what?"
He said, after hesitating for a second, "Nothing. Goodnight."
Nudge hovered there on one foot for a second more. "Can I talk to you alone for a second?" She blurted.
"Sure…."
They walked back to Iggy's door, and he opened it while she ducked under his arm.
They were quiet. For once, Nudge didn't know what to say.
And for once, Iggy did. "I was going to ask you if you wanted to talk, anyway, you know." He said quietly.
Nudge looked at him. "W-why?" she asked, surprised.
"Because you sounded like you were lonely." He answered.
Nudge smiled, and blushed harder.
Iggy lifted his arm up a little. "I've forgotten what you look like." He said sadly.
He just kind of hovered there, but then Nudge grasped his hand and put it up to her face.
His sensitive fingers began tracing around her face, feeling out her forehead, then her eyebrows, her nose, her cheeks, her lips, her chin. They were smooth and perfect.
"You're beautiful." He whispered.
"No I'm not,"
"You are."
"Not."
"Are," he said, and then their lips were touching. It didn't matter who had moved forward first. It didn't matter that it was midnight, or that they were alone for the first time in six years.
All that mattered was that they stay there, together, forever.
Nudge smiled through his embrace. She wasn't cold anymore…
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