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Nudge sat on her bed, contemplating which color of nail polish to wear this week. Her room was mess with cloths thrown around everywhere and piles of magazines under them. Her bed was a tiny bit better. It had a little bag filled to the edge with make-up products and the latest issue of Glamour magazine opened to a random page.
"Whack," she muttered the name of the color looking at the bottle in her left hand, "or Fiesty," switching her gaze to the bottle in her right.
Making a face, she tossed both bottles to the side and reached into the bag for two new choices.
"California Raspberry or..." she giggled. "Cherry Pop?" She rolled around her bed laughing.
"I'm definitely picking this one," she said to herself, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Usually, she would have done her nails in the large living. But since she was trying to not be around Fang as much, she's been spending a lot more time alone these days.
As she started applying the color, there was a knock at her bedroom door. "Go away!" she yelled, jokingly. She heard the knob turn and looked up, smiling, to see who it was.
Her heart skipped a beat and she smiled even wider. "Hey, Fang," she said, but realized to late that she had said that with way too much enthusiasm.
"Hey. You seem... cheerful," he answered her.
She cursed herself internally.
"Well, you know, it's nail polish day. My favorite day of the week." Thank goodness for my quick thinking, she said to herself.
He only nodded in response and dropped himself down onto the end of her bed. They stayed quiet for about 5 minutes before the silence became to much for Nudge.
Looking at him from the corner of her eye, she asked, "So, where is everyone?" She blew the already dry polish on her fingers.
"Well, Angel is outside playing with Total and Akila. And Iggy and Gazzy were building 'the most extreme stink bomb in the history of stink bombs, until it accidentally went off."
Nudge scrunched up her nose.
"So is it okay if I hang out here until the air on that side of the house is breathable again?"
"Okay." She put her nail polish away and turned to face where he was. "Where's Max?"
His face tensed and he slightly turned his face away from hers.
"Ummm... I think she's outside... with Dylan."
"Hmmm? Really? Doing what?"
"Flying lessons." Feeling his anger growing, he quickly changed the subject. "It's nail polish day, right? What color did you pick this time?" He grabbed her hand turned it so he could see.
She was dumbstruck for a moment before answering, "Cherry Pop." Fang is holding my hand!
He chuckled. "One of the many reasons I'm glad I'm not and will never be a girl. These things are ridiculous."
"The life of a woman is a hard one to live. It takes hard-work and - "
"Weirdly named nail polish?" he interrupted.
She laughed and swatted him with a pillow. "Not true."
"Oh, really?" Before she could stop him, he was up and grabbing her make-up bag. As he reached in, she tackled him. He easily dodged her and was reading the name of the first bottles.
"Deer Valley Spice? Weird. Polyester Pink? Tacky. Fruga – Ow!"
Nudge kicked him from behind. She took her things and stuck her tounge out at him. "Fine. You've made your point."
She sat down on her bed. What do I see in him?
He walked over to her, flipped his dark hair from eyes, and said in a sweet voice (or at least as sweet as Fang could get it), "Sorry."
Nudge's heart fluttered. Oh, yeah. That!
"Whatever." She took a breath to calm herself.
He sat down next to her and asked, "Whats up with you?"
"What do you mean?" She couldn't look at him.
"I mean you've been saying a lot less lately."
"I say the same amount. Its not like I talk... a lot."
He stifled his laugh with a cough. She noticed and smacked him on the arm. Eager for this conversation to not be about her anymore she asked him how his life was going.
"Its alright," he answered laying on his back.
"That's all get? It's alright," she imitated his voice badly.
He looked up at her ceiling without answering.
She sighed. Be supportive, she told herself.
"You know she loves you, right?" Nudge said, hesitantly rubbing his shoulder.
"Who?" he asked, playing dumb.
"Max. She loves you, Fang. Not some random new guy. And we both know how much Max doesn't like new people," she joked.
When he wouldn't look at her, she took his head in both her hands, turned it, and moved closer to him so that their faces were only inches apart.
"Don't doubt yourself, okay?" she whispered. "That's not the Fang we all know and..." Nudge took a slow breath in. "Love."
He opened his mouth to say something, but before a word was out, there was an explosion.
They jumped.
"Gazzy! Iggy!" Max yelled her mom voice. "You guys are in some serious trouble!"
