I Own Nothing!(: -
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Word: Own
Paring: Maya/Iggy
POV:Iggy
I couldn't believe Fang and his "gang" had actually decided to come to us for help. Max was a little more than pissed. I, however, was actually kind of glad. If Fang's Gang was here, that meant Maya was here. I would never tell anyone, but I actually thought Maya was kind of cute, not that I'd seen her, but okay, let's just say her personality was cute. I hated hearing her laughing with Fang. It killed me inside. It was like he owned her and didn't even realize that's what it came across as. Of course, I knew that Fang still loved Max and could never go to anyone else. I sighed as Maya sat next to me on the hotel couch.
"What's up?" she asked, I think she was looking at me, I'm not sure.
"Nothing really, you?" I responded.
"Oh not much, just you know, the usual." I nodded, contemplating bringing the whole her and Fang thing up.
"How're you and Fang?" I said a little too quickly. I felt her look over at me.
"I guess we're okay…" she trailed off.
"He goes around acting like he owns you!" I slipped and covered my mouth, not believing that I had actually said that.
"Fang owns a lot of things, but one thing he does not own, is me." She said.
"Yeah, I know. Sorry, Maya. I guess I was just, I don't know-"
"Jealous?" she cut me off. I looked over at her with my widened sightless eyes.
"No-Yeah, yeah, I was just jealous, I guess, of how you guys spend so much time together and how close you guys already are." I explained.
"Yeah, hah, well, think about how Max feels." She said. I sighed.
"Yeah, hey Maya?" I cautiously asked.
"What?"
"Would you ever….I don't know, go out on a date with me?"
"Hah, of course." I heard her smile.
"Really?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah, Fang doesn't own me, but maybe you will."
I grinned. Maybe telling her he acted like he owned her, worked out better than any other plan I've had.