I Love You, You Love Me Not

Book 1: The Blue Jays

Chapter 7: Figures Between The Sheets

I awoke to the sound of the birds singing and the sun shining through the windows. I looked to my left, noticing that my nose could touch Iggy's chest because that's how close we were. Feeling warmth on my legs I quickly ducked under the covers to see Iggy's legs entangled with mine. Heat spread across my face so I slowly disengaged the tangled limbs, without trying to wake up Iggy. Just when I was free he let out a grumble and turned over, swinging his arm over me and pinning me down to the bed.

"Oh are you fricking kidding me," I muttered, rolling my eyes. Nice guy act was over. I lifted Iggy's arm and threw it back so it landed a little awkwardly behind him. He let out a gasp, his eyes quickly opening before rolling off the bed in quick succession. Soon enough, a disgruntled Iggy with bad bed hair appeared over the edge of a bed with a confused look on his face. I let out a snort and started laughing, rocking back until I accidentally fell off the bed, landing on my butt. Iggy jumped up on the bed and looked down at me, checking if I was okay, and then he started laughing himself.

"Not funny," I told him angrily, rubbing my butt while swatting at his head.

"Want me to take a look at it?" He asked suggestively, a bright and devilish look in his eyes as he wriggled his eyebrows at me.

"Iggy, now I see why you don't get girlfriends often," I muttered, but he seemed to hear it, the light dropping from his eyes, and a wave of sadness crashing over him.

"I guess so," he whispered. A few moments of silence he spoke again, "Hey Max, remember when we were eight, when we pretended we were girlfriend and boyfriend?"

The memory flickered briefly in my head.

*Flashback*

"Maxie!" an eight year old Iggy came running up to me, "Wanna be my pretend girlfriend, like what mummy and daddy are?"

"Okay!" I gave him a toothy grin, "But mummy and daddy are married, they used to be boyfriend and girlfriend," I corrected his mistake.

A blush of embarrassment spread across his face, before brightening up again. "Well, since we are pretend boyfriend and girlfriend, I thought to give you this," He removed a beautiful red rose from behind his back, holding it out towards me. I took it, touching it carefully, before giving him a thankful smile.

"Thanks Ig!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around him, pretty much tackling him to the ground.

*Flashback*

"Yeah," I smiled, "I remember."

Iggy was silent for a few moments, leaning against a pillow on his bed.

"Good times," He smiled to himself, his eyes glassing over for a few moments. I jumped on the bed, waving my hands in front of his eyes.

"Earth to Iggy!" he snapped back into reality, as my stomach growled loudly. He gave me a grin before jumping out of bed, making me fall off in the process, landing, once again, on my butt. He helped me up, laughing once more.

"Okay we need to get ourselves some breakfast," he looked down at his watch, "Maybe lunch."

I ran over to him and lifted his arm, looking at his watch. In dark bold numbers it said 12:47.

"How did we sleep in so late? I thought it was morning?" I exclaimed.

"We were up til three in the morning, Max" Iggy replied.

"Oh, I guess we just lost track of time," I leant back to crack my back, Iggy cringing at the sound.

"You're going to have some serious back pains when you're a grumpy old woman." I spun around.

"EXCUSE ME!" I yelled in a shrill voice. His face turned into a look of horror, and he sprinted out his door and down the stairs.

"MAKE WAY, MAKE WAY!" I heard him scream from downstairs. I chased after him, sliding down the stair rail, dismounting easily. All was silent.

"Ohhh Iggy, where are you?" I crept around the house, staying still in the hallway. Hearing a creak from the closet door to the left I grinned swung open the door, tacking Iggy who was inside. He started laughing until tears rolled down his face as I pummelled his chest with my fists. After about three minutes I got off him, pushing him back into the closet and locking him in.

"Maxxxxxxxxxx, come on, I'm hungry and the Blue Jays won't wait for us to finish lunch so it's either we eat now or never," Iggy whined. I couldn't fight with him, the Blue Jays could attack at any time and we did need our strength if we did have to fight them. Complying, I let him out of the closet watching him rub his chest as he made his way back up towards his room. I followed his hesitantly, following him slowly. When I reached his room he had his back to me with his shirt off.

I opened his window, stepping slowly out into the cold wind. My window was about a two metre jump from his, an easy jump since Iggy and I were ten. I positioned myself so I was standing-crouching at the edge of the windowsill. The wood creaked beneath my feet as it has done many times before. I leapt towards my window, reaching out so I could catch it. I lifted my leg over so I was lying over the ledge of my window. Slipping my fingers beneath the crack, the window gave way and easily slid open. Rolling inside my room I noticed a figure in my bed.

"Angel?" I whispered.

The bed sheets rustled, I couldn't make out who it was, and little light was coming through my window. I decided to keep my window open in case of a quick escape. I shuffled towards my bed, unknowing of what or who could be in my bed.

I'll start writing the next chapter tonight. I've had an explosion of ideas! Please read and review because reviews know I'm doing something right and it makes me feel all happy inside.