I Love you, Maybe – Chapter 1
By MyNameIsCAL
Well, I can't say I know where any of this is going. Whether Iggy or Fang wins in the end is still a mystery to me. I'm not sure where this came from either. Considering all I've done for the past few days was write and then I saw Eclipse, which wasn't too bad. (Well, when I wrote this, that was what was going on. It's now a couple weeks since I've written this first chapter here).
I guess I just wanted to try something new. So here's some Miggy. Their ages are a little tweaked, so they don't exactly match up to how they should be, but it's enough to get by. I'm sure you won't even notice.
-Max's POV-
Things had been smooth sailing ever since we saved the world. Iggy and I, well, I guess you could say we've been romantically involved for a couple of years now. Nudge had Gazzy. Or well, Gazzy was in love with Nudge, and I knew she was sweet on him, but I wasn't sure if the whole feeling was mutual. Angel, who was only in high school, had her mind set on getting the guy who she had just met whose thoughts she couldn't read.
Angel and Nudge had been the only ones who bothered with an education. Not that we really needed it because the government gave us almost an endless supply of money, which I was in charge of. I can't say money fixed things, but it was better than nothing and they didn't force us to live with our real parents. Mom offered to take us in, and we let Nudge and Angel stay with her, the rest of us going off to travel the world for a little while.
Nudge was in high school now, just a sophomore. Gazzy should have been a freshman, but he spent most of his time, waiting around for Nudge. The rest of us just sort of shrugged at education, but now Iggy and I had settled in our own apartment. We were finally legal adults and if we had followed Nudge and Angel, we'd be finishing out high school as seniors, maybe off to college.
Oh, I forgot about Fang, and well, he's been his normal moody self. Sometimes I felt like he was my younger brother that I constantly had to keep track of, like now, and other times, I felt like he was the one looking after me. Although recently, it felt like the former. I hadn't seen him lately, which worried me. He never answered his phone at his apartment and his cell phone was always off. Supposedly he had a girlfriend, named Lissa, but I don't know how he got along with her as he never really talked.
"I'm sure he's fine," Iggy sighed, wrapping his arms around me. "You know him, disappear for a few days, and then pop up randomly for dinner. Besides, he's probably spending time with his girlfriend, oh I don't remember her name now. Which, by the way, is everyone coming over tonight?"
"Yes, I think so," I said.
He leaned down to kiss me, almost a foot and a half taller than me. "Great, so I say, trip to the grocery store, then we'll duck behind the cereal aisle and I'll steal a few kisses, and then we'll come home and I'll cook, well, hopefully because you know, I know you'll just find a way to distract me."
I laughed, sliding my hand down his cheek. He took my hand and we head off to the grocery store.
"Hey, you two, get a room."
I looked up to see Fang standing at the door, dropping his bag on the floor. Iggy continued to kiss my neck, sniggering, "Well, maybe we will."
Fang rolled his eyes and I pushed Iggy off of me. "You thirsty? I have sodas in the fridge."
Fang grunted, like he did always, and took a seat on the armchair.
"Well, hello to you too," Iggy cackled, standing. He whiffed the air, made a face, and started towards the kitchen. "Fang, you need to shower. Why did we even give him a key to our apartment?"
I expected to see Fang looking annoyed, but he nodded. "Can I use the shower?"
"Of course, use the guest bathroom." I eyed him suspiciously though. "Why haven't been answering either of your phones?"
"Oh, I dropped my cell phone when I was flying," he muttered.
"But I left you messages at home."
He stared at the floor.
"Fang, I thought you got a place to stay."
"No," he mumbled.
"Well you can't be living on the streets," I shook my head, exasperated. "And I know you don't have any money because you haven't come asking for it."
Every week, he usually paid me a visit for money, never asking for more like Nudge did because she wanted to go shopping. In some sense, I still had authority over them, especially because I had the power to deny them money, but I never did because you know, well, I wasn't a dictator after all.
"Why don't you stay for a couple of days," I offered as he still refused to look up at me.
"I don't want to be a burden," he said in a low voice.
I moved over and gave him a light punch to the arm. "Fang, you're such an idiot. I'm not going to let my best friend live out on the street. Besides, I know you love Iggy's cooking."
He looked up at me, his eyes meeting mine, lingering for just a moment, and then he agreed. "Alright."
And I watched him go, hearing the shower start.
"I don't think he wants to stay in one place," Iggy commented as I entered the kitchen. "You'd think that not having to go around fighting people all the time would soften him, but it hasn't."
Iggy was right, but Fang wasn't the kind to change easily. Even now he barely spoke. In fact, he probably spoke the most to me, and I once asked Iggy if it bothered him, but Iggy just shook his head and laughed saying that one day Fang was just talking to me so he could extort me for more money.
As Iggy started to cook, the others started to arrive. Angel came first, moving to the kitchen immediately and reading our minds.
"Fang's being a pain in the ass again?" she questioned.
Iggy snorted. "Isn't he always a pain in the ass?"
"Why don't you go intrude on his thoughts?" I suggested.
Angel shook her head. "He's just tired. Preoccupied about something."
"Probably his girlfriend," Iggy remarked, suppressing a laugh.
It took a while for Angel to respond. "Yeah, it's probably Lissa. He probably hasn't seen her in a while, especially if he hasn't found a place to stay."
Our conversation ended as Fang walked into the kitchen. He went to the fridge and took a soda, cracking it open, and then sat at the table quietly. Suddenly, someone's phone started ringing.
"It's not mine," Angel said, staring at Fang.
Fang reached into his pocket.
"Oh, Fang, you're such a liar," I muttered.
He glanced at me and then flipped his phone open, answering it with a barely audible, "Hello?"
There was a long silence as he listened.
"No," he said. Then more silence, and then, "Okay, tomorrow." More silence. "Yes." And then finally. "Bye." A hesitation. "Yes, Lissa." Now a pause. "Bye." And almost as an distasteful afterthought, "Yes, I love you too, Lissa, bye."
And for everyone in the room, except for me, that might have been the most they had ever heard Fang talk. He glared at us as he put his phone away.
"Something wrong?" I asked after Iggy went back to his cooking.
"No," Fang grumbled, but I knew he was lying.
Before I could push him for more of an answer, the door burst open, Gazzy at Nudge's heel, as she blabbered to him about God knows what. By then, Fang had slipped out of the kitchen and to the couch.
Fang's POV next chapter. Hope you liked that. Thanks for reading!