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~Snowflake

Fang POV

Iggy had made plans for me and Max to meet at their house and go over some stuff. You know, favorite colors, what college we want to go to, etc. I wasn't exactly thrilled by the idea but he practically forced me to go.

~Flashback

"Hey, Fang. I made plans for you and my sister to talk and get to know each other. You have to make a real impression your dating, you know?" Iggy had said, rambling on and on about making a good looking couple. I finally turned and smack him upside the head.

"Ow! What the fu-"

"I get you're trying to help, but I'm starting to doubt your knowledge." I stated firmly, staring at him through my bangs. He glared but kept quiet. We had walked in silence for a few minutes until I finally sighed. I don't think I could go through with Iggy's "brilliant" plan. Turning to him, I sighed again.

"Iggy, I don't think I can go through with this." I told him. His eyes went wide and he hit me with his math book.

"Iggy, *smack* what the *smack, smack* hell *smack* are you doing!" He smacked me one last time and dropped his math book to the side.

"Damnit, Fang! You will NOT bag out on my brilliant plans. Not now, not ever! This is one of the best ideas I have ever had and you are sticking to it 'till the end!" And then he walked off-like the drama queen he is-leaving me, staring confusingly at his back.

~End Of Flashback

And that's how I ended up driving over to his house, nervousness and excitement settling in the pit of my stomach. The drive was short as I pulled up to the familiar house. With rose bushes out front and freshly mowed lawn, you would have never guessed that a family of five lived inside. Anne Walker was a single mother taking care of four, outgoing kids. There was Angel, the youngest at the age of twelve. Don't let her name fool you, she's devious. Then there was Gazzy, a bomb loving fifteen year old. The kid has some amazing powers, all involved with gas. That's where Max and Iggy came in. Even though they acted diffrent, they were twins. Both cookie loving, name calling, pink hating twins. Iggy was older by five minutes, thirty-four seconds, or so he told me. And even thought they all acted diffrent, there hair was each a diffrent shade of blonde like their mother's. Iggy, Gazzy, and Angel all had blue eyes while Max and their mom were the odd balls out with chocolatey brown ones. How I know all of this? I'm Iggy's best friend.

As I knocked on the door, I could hear the thudding of footsteps echoing down the stairs. Anne Walker opened the door and smiled.

"Fang, what a surprise! I didn't know you were coming over." She invited me in and I quietly obliged. She led me to the living room and told me to sit while she went to get cookies and lemonade. As soon as the cookies came out of the kitchen, something crashed from above and Max and Iggy came tripping down the stairs. They both stood at the same time and looked around, finally eyeing the plate of chocolate chips cookies hungrily.

"COOKIES!" They suddenly shouted and attacked the plate. Not very long after they had started chewing, Angel and Gazzy came rushing into the room, grabbing a cookie as they passed. I watched them all in awe as they practically ate the plate in the process of munching on the chocolate chip delights. Smirking and shaking my head, I reached out and grabbed a cookie.

"Thank you, Ms. Walker." I said, before sinking my teeth into the gooey center. She smiled and took the plate back into the kitchen, leaving all of us kids chewing happily.

"So, Fang, what are you doing here?" Gazzy asked, licking his fingers.

"Iggy scheduled something for me." I replied, popping the rest of the cookie into my mouth.

"Does it have anything to do with your plan of making a girl jealous by using Max?" Angel questioned, gazing at me innocently. I swear she could read minds.

"Why do you care?" I shot back, standing up and leaning against the wall. She shrugged and turned her attention back on the five cookies she had in her hand. Max and Iggy were still munching happily, not saying a word, their mouths too full of chocolate and cookie batter. I cocked my head to the side at the sight of them. Sitting side by side on the floor with their legs outstretched the same way and arms positioned in the same spot. If you couldn't tell they were twins by their look, you could definetly tell by the way they behaved. After a while, Max finally stood up, having just shoved three whole cookies into her mouth, she motioned for me to follow her upstairs. I grabbed my back pack and let her lead the way.

I followed her to the end of the hall, she entered the room on the right and I followed. Two of the four walls were navy blue and the other two were bright pink. (A/N: Can you guess which side of the room is Max's and which is Angel's?) She sat on the bed with the black comforter and dark purple pillows, still chewing at the food in her mouth. Her side of the room was decorated with band posters and random photos; mostly of her friends and family. Clothes were strewn over her bed and floor, barely leaving me room to walk. Slowly, I sat down next to Max, still examining her and Angel's bedroom.

"So, what do you want to know?" Max finally asked, swallowing the last of her chocolate chip cookie. I looked over to her, my eyebrows coming together in confusion.

"What?" I asked. She rolled her eyes and hopped off the bed, starting to grab bundles of clothes and put them in a pile. Stopping her work, her eyes looked into mine.

"About me, what do you want to know?" She repeated. Straightening up into a standing position. I coughed, an awkward silence filled the air.

"Well, um... I don't know. What's your favorite color?" I shurgged my shoulders as I said the question, avoiding to gaze into her eyes.

"Uh, isn't it obvious?" She replied, pointing to her bed spread and the walls. I nodded, a slight blush forming on my cheeks. I had never done this before. But who has?

"Okay... Favorite... Uh, thing to do?" I shrugged again, thinking it was the best gesture I could muster. She smiled and then stood silent, thinking. Suddenly, she snapped her finger-sounding just like Iggy.

"I got it! A few of my favorite things to do are camping, hiking, riding, running, biking, eating, sleeping, and pulling pranks." My jaw dropped. I stared at her and she smiled, turning to pick up a few more clothes.

"That was a few?" I questioned, snapping my mouth shut, and thinking I must have looked like an idiot.

"Sure, they were the only ones I could think of. What about you, Mr. Dark and Mysterious?" She said, not looking my way. I sat, thinking, for a while. Then some ideas came to my head.

"I like to write, eat, sleep, swim, read, not talk, and..." -I racked my brain for more ideas, but none came- "I think that's it." I saw her smile as she perched the last bundle of clothing on top of the gathering stack. Turning to face me, she sat on top of it.

"Well, you're not very difficult, are you?" She smirked, fiddling with her fingers, and avoiding my eyes.

"Yeah, I guess I'm not." I muttered, looking out the window at the cloudless night sky. Was this really a good idea?