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I pulled away from him. Wait. How were we going to pull this off? Don't we need, like, a birth certificate or something to get legally hitched? I don't know…

"Fang, how –" He cut me off with a kiss and four words.

"We'll figure it out."

Good enough for me. But what about the Flock? How the heck were we going to explain this to them? We couldn't just be like, 'hey, everyone! We're getting married! Who wants to plan the decorations?' all nonchalant. Besides, we probably wouldn't do the whole big wedding thing, meaning no one would actually need to do the decorations, but I think you get my point.

"What're we going to tell them?" I asked.

"I don't know. Something."

I couldn't stop smiling. He was actually grinning back at me.

"We're getting married." I said, looking down at my hands, intertwined with his.

"We are."

"Let's got tell them."

"Right now?"

"Yeah."

FIVE MINUTES LATER:

"Hey! Get down here!" I called up the stairs.

"What? We've almost got this bomb ready, just a few more wires…" Gazzy trailed off, and Iggy didn't even bother to answer yet.

"Hang on!" Called Nudge, "I've almost figured this out…jeez, what an encryption!"

Angel came down; she knew something was up.

"Max? Something wrong?" she asked.

I remembered to slip my hand in my pocket right before she glanced down.

I grinned at her. "Nope. Nothing. Just got an announcement." I said, blocking her out of my mind. I wanted to see her face when we told her. I think I might have been getting impatient.

"If you don't come down now, I'll make dinner tonight!" I threatened loudly.

I heard footsteps hurrying down, and looked at Fang. He was looking amused.

"It worked, didn't it?" I said to him.

"That's not why I was laughing." He said. I guess looking amused is bordering laughter in his book, but whatever.

"Why then?"

"Remember that night? Right after we escaped Itex?"

"Which time?" I asked. Three times was enough, thank you.

"The first time."

"Oh! Oh yeah…"

Okay, for those of you in the back standing around wondering what the heck we're talking about, remember when I was put in that sensory deprivation tank? And Max 2 replaced me in the Flock? Well, when we finally busted out, I asked Fang how he'd known she was a fake, and he said it was because she'd offered to cook. That's just one of those things that stick in your memory. Although, you'd think my double would have studied me a bit longer before jumping in and trying to be me. Right?

Nudge was down first.

"Yeah? This had better be good: I was just about to get past their lame-o firewalls. Like they could keep me out? Please." She said, waving a dismissive hand. Her forehead was all red like she'd been smacking her palm there for a while, I noticed. She was slender, even for one of us, and her hair was curly and messy. She was wearing a blue sweatshirt so long it reached her knees. I think it was Iggy's.

The boys came down next, Iggy mumbling to himself about how this wire goes here and why do we have to come down now, when we're on the verge of success, mumble grumble mumble, oh, yeah; no way I'm gonna let her cook, eitherWe'll all end up poisoned, grumble mumble. Gazzy looked pale and tired, his large blue eyes fixed on the floor.

"So?" They all looked expectantly at us.

I looked at Fang. Some help here?

When you've known a guy for almost your entire life, and, as a plus, you've been in love with him for that long, and vice versa, you really can read each others' looks.

"Um, we've got some news for you guys." He said, looking back at me. I don't know what to say!

"Right." Said Angel. She stretched it out, so it was like, riiiight. "What's up? What're you hiding?"

"Um…" I looked at Fang again, then just decided to say it right out. "We're getting married." I said, holding out my hand as proof. I was still holding onto him. Angel looked at my ring, then up at me. "You guys!" she cried. "That's wonderful!"

Gazzy's eyes were cranked open about as wide as they could go. "No joke?" he asked.

"We swear." Said Fang.

Nudge looked confused, like she wasn't sure if she was going to start jumping up and down or laughing or something.

Iggy just stood there, like he thought maybe he was losing it. He shook his head and went back upstairs to his room, where he and his partner in crime and been working on their bomb. "I've gone crazy. After all this time, I've finally lost it." He muttered on his way up.

HALF AN HOUR LATER:

"So, spill. Tell all. Where did he ask you? What did he say?" said Angel excitedly. Nudge looked equally eager to hear the details. It was just us girls, hanging out in Nudge's room. She had a laptop and a bed and a chair as the main focus in the room, and everything was lit up. Angel and Nudge had insisted on talking to me alone after the little 'we're getting married' thing. Apparently that wasn't good enough for them.

"Um, in my room. I'd just gotten home from my job, and I was changing my clothes and stuff, then I opened the door to come downstairs and he was standing there. Then he asked if he could talk to me, and kind of pulled me onto the bed next to him. He was all nervous, and he kept looking at the ground. He didn't say anything, just kind of slipped it to me. Then, don't laugh, I swear I don't know why, but I started crying. Then I put it on, and hugged him, and that was about it."

"So? How're you going to do it, anyway?" asked Nudge.

"I don't know. I don't even know if we can get married without, like, a birth certificate and parents and stuff like that. Can we?" I asked, looking at Nudge.

She shrugged. "I dunno. But I can check it out." She pulled her laptop open and began typing at the speed of light. A minute later, it beeped and she looked up. "Yeah. You just need proof that you're over eighteen."

"This local?" I asked, hoping maybe there was someplace near that just said sure, fine, whatever. Wouldn't surprise me.

"I'm thorough," said Nudge, acting offended.

"In other words…" I said.

"In other words, yes. It's local."

"Hey! Mind controller right here!" said Angel.

We both looked at her.

Right.

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-Insane Winged Girl