AN-Another idea that popped into my head. It didn't come out quite as planned, but I think it's okay. Fang and Iggy are a little out of character here, sorry about that! Uh, this takes place after STWAOES.
Hope you like it!
The night was colder than before. Iggy never thought it could get cold in Los Angelas. The room was quiet. Well, not extremely quiet. Gazzy's snores were shaking the walls. It was rather annoying. Being cold was better than being helpless. Deciding he needed some quiet time outside, Iggy crept toward the area where he remembered the door to be. After feeling along the wall for a moment, his hand grazed the doorknob and he let himself outside. When the door closed behind him, he took a deep breath and sighed.
Much quieter.
"What are you doing out here?"
Iggy's ears perked in the direction of the voice. Fang's voice.
"I could ask you the same question." Iggy said, taking a few steps toward him.
"I'm on a bench, Iggy. And, I'm not describing any girls today."
Iggy's grin faded as Fang grabbed his arm, leading him to the bench. He wrenched away, glaring at where he thought Fang would be. "I can do it myself."
He wasn't able to see Fang hold up his hands in surrender before sitting back down. After feeling around for a moment, Iggy was able to tell where to sit. And, he did.
"Why aren't you asleep?"
"Gazzy. He's snoring up a storm."
"Oh. Right." Fang, king of small answers, said.
"So. What's the plan for us. Really? Do we really want to be plastered all over magazines all over the world?" Iggy asked.
He heard Fang sigh. "I want to get the message out. We're out here and we need help."
"Isn't the point of your blog to be heard and not seen? Fang, I hate to sound like Max here, but we cannot afford to be seen."
Fang's silence was odd. Not that Fang wasn't always silent, because he was. That was his thing. But, normally when one brings up The Blog, one gets an answer. So, Iggy could only deduce two things:
1) Fang had walked away. Which was impossible, Iggy was sure he would have sensed it. He was blind, but he wasn't worthless.
2) Iggy had brought up a sore spot: Max.
All three of them missed the girls. They'd been a thing of six for so long. Technically seven, if you counted Total. But, Fang had been different. He wasn't as in to describing girls as he was the cheerleaders they'd seen what felt like a lifetime ago. And, it wasn't even the girls, it seemed. Gazzy had talked about Angel the other day, and Fang went on business as usual, only a slight pause. And, when Gazzy commented on something Nudge would just love, again, business as usual.
But, bring up Max and Fang suddenly became the Clam. Silent, maybe deadly. Really annoying.
"You really miss Max, don't you?" Iggy asked.
There was more silence (surprise!) and Iggy frowned, reaching over to where Fang should be sitting. He touched an arm, which led him to know Fang still was sitting there. Iggy went on.
"I mean, we all miss Max. And Nudge. And Angel. Total, not so much. But, you seem to really miss her. A lot. A lot more than a friend misses a friend."
"Shut up, Iggy." Fang growled.
He was making process. "I may be blind, but I am not stupid my friend. Max is pretty cool. When she's not being all goody-two shoe-not-letting-us-have-any-fun-at-all. I remember her being slightly pretty, I guess. Just admit that you miss her, Fang."
"I'm going inside." Fang said.
"Oh, come on, we're both men here. You can admit it to me, you know."
"Goodnight, Iggy." Fang's voice sounded further away. Like, near the door.
"Wait!" The fact that there was no sound of the door opening alerted him that Fang was still outside. "Seriously. We're friends, aren't we? Brothers actually. You're quieter than usual, Fang. Do you miss her?"
There was a long pause. "Yes."
"Do you miss her because she's a friend? Because she's our leader? Or, because your feelings for her have deepened and you've finally realized what we all knew?"
"What are you talking about, Iggy?" Fang asked, his voice curious.
"I'm talking about how she kissed you on the beach. I'm talking-"
"How did you know about the beach?"
"Nudge told me." Iggy waved his hand. "I'm talking about how it was your arms she was in when she had that attack on the beach. I'm talking about the fact that you two disappeared alone together for a long time. Either you're really slow flyers or something else caught your attention. Something fun. Something that made you forget about us."
"I don't know how I feel about her." Fang whispered reluctantly.
Iggy almost danced with joy. He'd done the one thing Angel could never do despite her many, many, many countless tries. He'd gotten Fang to talk about his feelings.
Score one for the blind kid!
"You know, I know how it feels. The whole guy-hormones thing. You're lucky. You have these feelings towards Max that she would most likely reciprocate."
"Why does that make me lucky?"
"Because, we're the only ones I know with wings, Fang. Do you have any idea how hard it's gonna be to find someone to accept that? And to accept that I'm blind?"
Fang had never heard Iggy talk like this. It was...oddly emotional for him. Iggy liked to blow stuff up and drool over girls in bikinis. He didn't worry about finding someone.
"She doesn't feel the same way, if that makes you feel better. She freaked out when I kissed her."
A triumphant grin spread across Iggy's face. "I knew something like that happened."
"I'm glad you're taking pleasure in my rejection." Fang said, his voice dry.
"She'll come around." Iggy said confidently with a small shrug. "Angel and Nudge won't stop giggling about how cute the two of you will be. I'm guessing Angel senses something in Max's thoughts about you."
Fang was extremely grateful Iggy couldn't see the grin on his face at this knowledge. It was easier, he thought, talking to Iggy. He couldn't evaluate his face every second, couldn't read the thoughts in his head. He knew only what Fang wanted him to know. And, Fang could stop the questioning at anytime. Although, he could do that with anyone. Except Angel. So, Fang made sure to put enough impatience in his tone when he spoke next.
"It's late. We need shut-eye. Inside."
Iggy sighed, recognizing defeat. "Fine. End this awesome guy-bonding fest."
"We'll have another one real soon." Fang promised sarcastically, ushering Iggy inside the hotel room. His gaze swept the perimeter before heading inside himself.
Iggy collapsed on the other bed in the room, leaving Fang to fend for himself. It wasn't that hard. He was used to sleeping in caves and deserts. A carpeted floor in a warm hotel room wouldn't be so bad. As he stretched out on the floor, Max's face flashed in his mind. He was, despite his so called brave face, very worried about her. She was in Ari's company, the same Ari who'd try to kill Fang. As angry as he was at her for that, he also feared for her safety.
Because (and he would never, ever admit this to anyone and the closet he ever had been to doing so was when he was talking to Iggy earlier) He cared for her. A lot.
He might even love her.
Fang groaned silently. He had to stop thinking about that. Stupid chat with Iggy left him all emotional and crap. He'd never do that again.
AN- Like I said, OOC for both of the guys. Still, hope you liked it.
