Donor
By: Anna Q.
Chapter 6
We talked some more, very quietly until there was a long silence. The silence I knew wasn't as long as I thought, but it seemed to last eons with the occasional cough, stare, blinks, shrugs all included. That is until I heard a sound, a sound so familiar to me, so amazing.
"Swings." I stated standing up, looking at the near by park, the wind gently blowing the rusty swings.
"What?" Iggy asked, standing up and grabbing my wrist. I turned my head at him and smiled, the look that said 'I want to swing.' But then I remembered he was blind.
"You want to swing?" I asked. He smiled and nodded.
I smiled as I waked him to the little park, just slightly fast. Excited, the last time I had done such a childish thing was when I was 8; I had escaped out of a scientist's house, because I was so curious at the time. But I was soon punished; I'll spare you the details.
I helped Iggy sit on the rusty swing then sat on the one next to him. I tried swinging but the creaks in made scared me that I would wake all the little ones. I sighed, slightly disappointed, only rocking myself slowly.
"Question." I asked Iggy.
"Yeah."
"When I first came into the clearing, when I was spying on you guys, how did you know I was there. I mean, no offence, I know you're blind but it looked like you could see me."
"Well," he started. "Oh, and no offence taken," he told me before he answered. "You know how I can see anything on a pure white background."
"Yeah,"
"Well," he lifted his hand to my cheek, gently touching it. I blushed, and he smiled. "You're so pale, you're so white that I could see your eyes, purple right?"
I nodded, his fingers still gently on my cheek.
"Well, you were so still that I could see you." Hearing him say this I froze, five seconds later he smiled again. "Like now." He whispered.
I blushed again and he chuckled, taking his hand off my cheek. We were silent again, until another question struck me.
"Question." I asked again.
"Is it about me?" he asked
"No."
"Darn, well ask away."
"Are Fang and Max a couple?" I asked. If I said that he smiled before, his grin was twice as long.
"Let's go look." He stated. We crept over to a wall of low bushes, both crouching behind to spy on Max and Fang.
"Can you do that thing you did before so I can see what they are doing?" he whispered.
"Oh, sure," I grabbed his wrist, inserting what I was seeing before me into his mind.
Max and Fang were talking quietly; too quiet to hear, but we could see them. Fang leaned in closer to Max, whispering something in her ear. She gave a look of surprise, muttering something under her breath, getting ready to sit up. But then Fang grabbed her chin, she looked deep into his eyes and he whispered something again while his hand slowly crept up her back, rubbing it gently. His voice got louder.
"Max, I know your scared of a relationship," he still whispered but we could hear. "But you have to understand, I'm in as much danger as you, you have nothing to fear about, I fear about you getting hurt as much as you do about me. I need you." He confessed to her. "And I'm not going to kiss you." He said, not moving an inch.
"Then can you let me go?" Max whispered.
"Not until you kiss me." He smiled, she glared. Fang sighed, realizing that she was going to try hard to win and that she didn't believe anything he had said.
"Max, I'm like you, I'm here for you, and there is nothing that can't harm you that can harm me." He stretched his wings out, the black feathers stretching far and wide; I was amazed at how dark they were. Max looked memorized, though I knew she had seen them a million times. She let her own wings relax and stretched, taping the edges with her own, then tracing a few with her fingers, realizing what she was doing she blushed, looking into Fang's eyes. Did she realize that he had neared closer? I don't think it mattered because the 2-inch gap soon turned into none. She had slowly, softly, but passionately brushed her lips to his.
Yes! I heard him Iggy cheer in his head. Not taking m eyes of them I asked him my question again.
Are they a couple?
We wish, though, how they kiss, you would think so.
What he said…
Yeah, how Max is afraid to share feelings with others, she's just scared because we are always being attacked and that her closest love one will be captured and murdered just to torture her, but we're all the same, if they want her, they want us all.
Oh. That sucks.
Yeah it does.
We continued to watch Max and Fang, that's when the guilt hit me.
We shouldn't be watching them.
Why not?
Because we're invading their privacy.
He was silent, his mind smiled.
Iggy!
What! Oh, hey! I looked at him, outraged by his lack respect for his friends. Whoa, that's what I look like? He said satisfied with his image, I glared at him, realizing he didn't know I was. I let go his wrist.
"Hey!" he complained.
"Shhhhh." I quieted him, noticing Fang and Max had stood up, both going into their rooms. "Okay, we're good," I told Iggy in a whisper, a close one, but we weren't caught.
Iggy was silent.
"Iggy?" I asked turning to face him, but his face was thinking hard, and close to mine. "I-iggy?" I asked again blushing. His hand was playing with my purple hair.
"Question." This time he asked.
"Y-yeah." I stuttered, why was I stuttering?
"What can you show me?" he asked.
Everything. I stated in my mind.
Cool. He thought back, oh yeah, the connection. I glared, he tricked me. I pushed him back and lay on the grass, staring at the stars and moon that came peeping through the coming in clouds.
"One more question." He asked.
"Mmm."
"Can you show me what you looked like?" he asked.
"Tomorrow." I promised. I stood up, stretched and yawned. I led Iggy to the sidewalk; he let go half way, going off in the direction of the boy's room. I glanced at him. He was gong head on with pole holding up the over hang.
"Stop." I said abruptly. He stopped. "There's a pole right in front of you." He reached out, touching it gently moving to the side.
"Thanks." He muttered.
"No prob." I grabbed the doorknob. "Night." And I walked into the girl's room. I slowly and silently brushed my teeth and got in my pajamas. I got in the empty bed spot next to Angel. She tapped my hand.
Hi. I told her reassuringly.
Hi. She said sleepily, then fell back to sleep. I smiled.
"What did you talk about?" Max asked, she was in the other bed with Nudge; the little aisle between the beds was all that separated us.
"Stuff. You?" she was silent, meaning she was blushing. I smiled. "Night." I said gently as my voice cooed through the room. Silent sleep took over me, pleasant nothingness. But before that nothingness took over, I realized one thing. I had a crush on Iggy.
Okay! I hope you enjoyed this more of a romantic chapter. I'm sorry to say that there won't be a new update till late August, I'll be at camp. I hope you are all having a wonderful summer. And i don't ever know what else to say... Bye!
