'Alright. Here we go.' Fang exclaimed as he collapsed in a chair in front of the laptop. Out of the corner of his eye, Fang saw someone stare in horror at them as they logged on. Nudge. She ran towards an open window and threw herself out.

Uh-oh...

'Okay.' Iggy's voice sounded strained.

'The last comment was left 5 minutes ago, from Nudge.'

Iggy took a deep breath and started reading.

Love sucks.

Guys, girls. I know I'll sound really stupid saying this, but I really need your help...I'm in love. With Iggy! I know! I've got no chance! But I'm so much in love, I think I've reached a new kind of feeling, like, nirvana or something. I've loved him for years now; he's so kind and caring and sweet and wonderful and I would kill ANYONE that tried to harm him. I didn't want to say anything because, well, I've got no-one left really. I couldn't live if he didn't want me. I'd go and hang myself on a bridge or something. THAT is how much he means to me. He is my earth, moon and stars and he doesn't even notice I'm there.

I know I should just drop it and move on. I mean he's 16! He can drink and have sex and everything! Why would he bother to wait around for some 14-year-old retard, that doesn't understand the meaning of the word 'no'! Sorry about this people.

I just really, REALLY don't want Iggy to see this. Max already knows, she's standing behind me, she's in love too (not with Iggy) and I'm NOT telling Fang, he'll just go and tell Iggy.

The guys normally come on at 7.15, so I'll be checking this at about 7.00 before deleting it. Whatever you do, DON'T TELL IGGY OR FANG! PLEASE?!

Nudge x

Iggy just stared, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly open, his face pale and tears in his eyes.

'Ig?' Fang asked cautiously 'What happened?'

For a moment, there was silence.

'Read it yourself.' Iggy said faintly.

Fang skimmed the passage, suddenly he felt a cold, hard jolt. His heart tightened so much, he thought he was going to barf.

'...Max already knows, she's standing behind me, she's in love, too (not with Iggy...'

Well, I'm freaking glad she's not in love with Iggy! But who then? Is it me?

A slow, heavy ache settled across his heart like a stormcloud.

It wasn't me. If she loved me, why did she fly off when I tried to kiss her? But yet, the Valium, the hug, the jealousy over Lissa. The kisses. If she hated me, why kiss me in the first place? Whoa. This is too much.

Seeing Iggy's face brought him back. He read what Nudge said. His throat felt tight again. It was beautiful, like a poem, like a story. No wonder Iggy was crying. Iggy hardly ever cried. But why was Nudge upset?

Hang on.

'I really don' t want Iggy to see this...'

What if Nudge thought Iggy would reject her and just doesn't want to face him?

'I couldn't live if he didn't want me. I'd go and hang myself on a bridge or something.'

He jumped up.

No, she wouldn't be that stupid...then again - she's in love.

'Fang, what is it?'

Fang looked downat his friend and frowned. Iggy looked like a mess. His face was deathly pale and he sounded groggy and ill, like he had a cold or something.

'Nudge. She flew off a while ago. Upset.'

Iggy ran upstairs, changed his clothes and flew out of the window.

This may help...the Voice chimed in.

An image of Nudge sprang to Fang's mind. She was standing at the top of an officeblock in New York. She was crying. She looked down at the tiny city below. Her pale wings fully unfolded. Fang gave a half-smile. Nudge looked like an angel.

And as he walked towards the open window, he realised, that Nudge and Iggy would be really happy together - just as long as Iggy got there before Nudge did something stupid.