Here's my attempt on making the best Maximum Ride story EVER!
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Iggy's P.O.V
Yet again, Nudge had given me a makeover and painted my nails while I was napping on the couch. Gazzy is sitting next to me and watching TV as I fumble with balls of cotton and nail polish remover. Honestly, Nudge is so annoying.
If Fang was here, there would be a picture of me looking like a gay freak on Facebook, my-space and his freaking blog by now.
I fell back on the couch in depression when I thought of him. Everything seems to remind me of Fang. In fact, everything reminds everybody of Fang.
Max has it worst, though. She just stays in her room all day, looking out the window and whispering to herself. She's lost it. She doesn't eat, drink or sleep. For the first few days, we tried taking her places to cheer her up, but she wouldn't budge, so now we just give up and leave her.
"Iggy, do you wanna go to the firework shop?" Gazzy poked my stomach with his foot (well, he missed and kicked just under it) and winced and giggled at my pain. Lately, Gazzy has resorted to blowing stuff up to keep his mind away from Fang. We have finished 8 packs of fireworks in 3 days, plus 2 thirds of our stash of illegal explosives. Comfort explosions, we call it.
"Yeah, sure." I mumbled. I stood up and sighed when Gazzy told me I was not wearing any trousers. Well, at least Nudge had left my underwear on. "Remind me to get you to check the photos on Nudge's phone later." I trudged off to find some pants while singing I'm walking on sunshine & Halo from Glee. Don't ask me how I know that song.
"Hey, Iggy. What are you doing?" Dylan's voice. He sounded totally miserable. Dylan was the reason Fang left in the first place, and I wasn't too fond of him for it.
"Going to the Firework shop." I said to him while I walked into our room. Dylan slept in Fang's bed now. He thinks he can just come in here, kick one of us out and replace us. Well, he'll have to think again.
"Can I come?" He asked.
"If you want." I try to be nice to him because if I'm seen with him, I attract more girls (yeah, I know. Selfish). I heard him walk away, whistling happily.
I was quite curious of how he was handling the whole Insane-Max-and-it's-all-his-fault thing. So far, he doesn't try to comfort her, which is good. Max hates sympathy, and she hates Dylan. So it's wise to leave her alone.
Once I'd dressed, killed nudge for making me over and stolen the special credit card, we went to get fireworks.
I winked to all the girls I could hear giggling at us. They were checking us (well Dylan) out. I was secretly jealous of his good looks. He didn't seem to notice, though. Being blind, I have come to know a lot more inside people than others. I still haven't figured Dylan out. He was too preoccupied to care about girls for some reason.
Gazzy trudged behind us kicking dust until we reached the fireworks shop.
Gazzy's P.O.V
I shoveled as many fireworks as I could onto our trolley. The girl at the counter kept giving me looks. I was getting quite annoyed at her. Why does everyone think that just because I'm young, I have to be taken care of? I probably know a lot more about explosives than she does. Hey, she will learn her lesson in one way or another. I asked Iggy if he wanted anything else. When he said no, we paid and left.
Just as we were about to walk out of the shop, The lady behind the cash register screamed.
We turned around to see that she was covered in ketchup. I pushed Dylan and Iggy out of the shop and tried not to burst out laughing right there and then! We walked as fast as we could without looking suspicious, and by the time we reached the park, we couldn't stop laughing. I don't think I have ever seen Dylan have fun before.
"Gazzy, what did you do?" Dylan asked me while he tried to stop laughing.
I winked at him. "Ketchup in a whoopie cushion! It's her job to put unwanted items back on the shelves, so I filled one with ketchup. She never saw it coming!"
"Genius!" Iggy said. Darn right.
We walked back home laughing and thinking about all the stuff we could blow up. Dylan had gone silent, though. Back to his old, sad self. I hugged him tightly.
"Guys, I am sorry if you don't want me. I never meant to kick Fang out." Dylan suddenly said. I felt a pang of guilt as he said Fang's name. It's true, it wasn't his fault Fang left. "I was made for Max. I never had a say in this. I don't have a choice. My body wants her. I can't help it. I want to make everything all right."
There was a silence as we took his words in. I felt a pang of guilt for hating Dylan so much. He really wasn't a bad guy. He was just a disposable piece of a scientist's game.
"It's okay man." Iggy finally said. "We're on your side." They fist bumped. Iggy NEVER misses fist-bumps and high-fives. Freaky.
"Good. Then help me find Fang." Dylan said.
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