Hi. I would like to make this clear now: THIS IS A FIGGY ONESHOT. THIS MEANS THAT FANG AND IGGY ARE TOGETHER. If you don't like this pairing then don't read it. I don't have time for your close minded reviews.

Figgy Anyone?

A Maximum Ride short story set after Max: A Maximum Ride Novel.

Summary: A plotless Figgy one-shot. Don't like it, don't read it.

(FangPOV)

I was pacing back and forth in front of Max's door trying to get up the nerve to knock and say what I had to say. Why was I so nervous? It's not like she should care about this. How would it affect her if I was – I shake my head, trying to clear it. I stop my pacing and glare at the white door in front of me as if it was its fault I couldn't bring myself to do this. Trying to figure out how to word this I think back to a month ago when this all started.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was lying on my bed staring at the ceiling. I was trying to find pictures in the navy blue paint or tracing cracks, just anything to keep my mind off of what had happened. I had sort of an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. You see, Max had just broken up with me (rather harshly I might add) and I was trying to figure out why I wasn't more upset. It just didn't make any sense! I thought I had loved her, but if I did then shouldn't I be all broken up right now?

Someone hesitantly knocked on the door, causing me to jump up. It was after everyone had gone to bed so I was expecting to be able to sulk in peace. I guess I was wrong.

"Go away." I mumbled, thinking it was Max.

The door opened any way, and in came Iggy. I looked in my direction which was really creepy considering he was blind. He ran a hand through his strawberry-blond hair before joining me on the bed.

"Hey man I heard what happened." Iggy had said as he put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. For some reason this gave me comfort and I met his cloudy blue eyes.

"Didn't everybody?" I asked, thinking about how she screamed at me, and wondered if the whole block heard it.

"Probably, but my point is that if she broke up with you then how great can she be?"

Iggy was really close to me. So close that I could smell him. It was interesting in a good way, he smelled sort of like fire and wood. I leaned against him and shut my eyes and just breathed in his sent. It was comforting. After a moment I opened my eyes to find him looking intently at a spot right above my head. I smirked, Iggy was good, but he wasn't that good. The smirk quickly fell from my face as I suddenly found my lips very busy.

Let's just say that it got very interesting after that.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Flashback Over~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Well there you have it. Today we've decide to come out of the closet with Max. I took a deep breath and put my hand up to knock when she opened the door.

"Hey, Fang. I, um, wanted to talk to you for a minute. Could you come in?" Max asked, hesitantly stepping aside and holding the door open.

I said nothing and just walked in, wondering what this could be about. I looked around the room. It hadn't changed since the last time I had been in there. She had light blue paint on her walls and navy blue curtains that were pulled back to let sunshine in. Her bed was as unmade as ever, and I could hardly see her floor. Hey, who ever said that the great Maximum Ride was organized?

"I need to tell you something, too," I said nervously, looking at Max.

"Shoot," she said.

"No, you go first," I said.

"Umm........why don't we say it at the same time?"

"Okay," I said.

"One," she said.

"Two."

Then we both said three together.

"I'm gay." I said at the same time she said, "I'm pregnant."

We stared at each other with our mouths open.

"You're what! With who?" We both yelled at the same time.

I would have been comical under different circumstances.

Max recovered from the shock first, "With you! Remember my eighteenth birthday?"

If I was in shock before then what would this be?

"You're what? But.........but." I said at a loss for words.

Just then Iggy burst through the door asking, "Did you tell her?"

Before I had time to answer there was an explosion, and I heard Nudge shout, "Your dead, Gazzy!"

Then the gasman was seen flying (not literally) done the hall cackling evilly.

Why can't my life just be normal?

~Fin~

I know, it sucks, but I wrote it a long time ago. Before FANG came out. Now I sort of like Dylan/Iggy better. Ooooh the ideas. Maybe I'll make a sequal to this.....