A/N: Hey! What's up? New chapter for y'all. I think you'll find it... interesting. I'm really psyched to write this, especially since I'm going to be able to write from Iggy's POV soon, and a new character will enter. Argh. I am so awesome. Oh, and, what do you Harry Potter fans think of Drarry? God I love them so much. If I wrote a fanfic about them, would you read it...?

Question time! What should Iggy's favorite video game be, other than Skyrim? Answer, answer, answer!

DISCLAIMER: -sobs-

SONG OF THE WEEK: Draco and Harry Secretly Wanna Make-Out by The Whomping Willows


Recap:

"I need to go home," I said with a deep sigh. I was tired. I was too-full. I just wanted to be back into my own bed.

"That I can do," Iggy told me, putting his arm around me in a big-brother type way. "And Max?"

"Yeah?"

"Just so you know, Fang doesn't hate you. I think he's taken a liking to you, to be honest."

I smiled. "Yeah. Right."

Iggy looked at me. "The Igster never lies. The Igster is never wrong."

Sparks Fly, Then They Burn

Chapter Eleven

"I can't do this." Fang stared at Maya's door, his once constant poker face now nervous and broken down. His hair was all messy, but not in the planned way that it usually was, and his face was flushed and looked really hot…

TEMPATURE WISE! I meant it looked hot TEMPATURE WISE!

Iggy was staring at the same door, and it seemed his and Fang's personalities had changed; Fang was talking to me and Iggy was being silent. Fang was showing emotion and Iggy wasn't. I didn't know how to take to this, so I just observed.

"Yeah you can. Just remember what we talked about, and tell her what you told me," I suggested, setting a hand on his shoulder.

He glanced at my hand and then back at me, and then coughed as he shrugged me off, turning away. I frowned, a little offended. "Alright, then," I said, raising my fist to knock on her door. "Let's do this."

After knocking, Maya was almost immediately at the door. She looked like hell, to be honest, her famous-and-filthy-rich persona now disintegrated. "Come in." She didn't make eye contact with any of us as we walked into her modern-day mansion, screaming I HAVE A TON OF MONEY AND I WASTED IT ON THIS EVEN THOUGH I'M ONLY ONE PERSON!

Well… soon to be two, I guess…

"Nice home," I commented, trying to break the ice, but Maya didn't reply. She seemed completely lost in space, which was odd, because she's usually totally into the world around her; just because hers is usually so perfect.

Iggy cleared his throat. "Maya, as you know, the only reason we're here is because your little bun in the oven might have been raised with Fang's overly-productive yeast," I laughed, but everybody else ignored me and just kept listening, "and we'll need to talk about what we would do after the baby is born, and if Fang wants to be involved with the pregnancy or not."

"Okay, I do not see how you guys could not laugh at that first sentence," I said, looking at them. "Y'all are crazy."

"Max, this is serious," Fang snapped at me.

Maya sighed. "Look, can we go out to eat or something? I really want some KFC."

"Cravings?" Iggy asked.

Maya shrugged. "I don't know. I just really want it."

Iggy and I looked at each other. "Cravings."

"So let's go then," Fang said, turning and heading for the door. It was obvious Maya's house made him uncomfortable, and I wanted to know why. Eh, I'll just have to corner him later and ask.

So we all got into Iggy's car, and drove to KFC. Iggy was driving with Fang in the passenger seat, and Maya and I were stuck in the back. Together. Alone. With talking time for sister bonding.

OH PLEASE JUST KILL ME, GOD, I'LL STOP BEING AN ATHEIST THEN!

(Note: I'm not actually an atheist. I'm just not religious. So… yeah. ENOUGH RELIGIOUS TALK, WHO LIKES WAFFLES?)

"Max, I…"

"Just don't, Maya." I sighed. "I don't really want to talk to you right now."

Luckily, she shut up. But not because of my words; but, instead, because she had grabbed Iggy's video-gaming bag (he carries around a videogame bag. Doesn't that scream nerd?) and threw up into it.

"That's just gross!" Iggy squealed, pulling over on the side of the highway.

Maya turned to me. "I was trying to tell you I was going to throw up," she said, still looking somewhat green.

"Go," Iggy said, opening Maya's door. "Go throw up in the forest or something!"

Maya got out, with vomit video-gaming bag in hand, and ran out to the side of the forest, which was covered with some forest. "I'll go with her," Fang said to us, hurrying to follow Maya.

I don't know why, but my stomach twisted. I didn't know what it was from though; I mean, Fang was just going to help Maya. Possibly hold her hair back while she up-chucks. Like… a boyfriend and girlfriend.

I crossed my arms; another pang hit my stomach. I cannot believe this; am I actually… jealous of Maya and Fang?

Before I could ponder on this, they came back. "Sorry," Maya said to Iggy, "I still have some morning sickness. It's really not that fun."

"Does that mean you don't want KFC anymore?" I asked. Iggy was still in the mourning state over his videogame bag. "Or do you like eating after vomiting?"

She swallowed. "Well… I don't want it now, but by the time I get home I'll probably want it again. So let's just go back to my place and Max can make her famous fried chicken." She looked at me with a wary smile.

The only thing that I can cook is fried chicken. It was this contest that Nudge and I had this one time in high school; whoever makes the best fried chicken gets to go to this Paramore concert and the loser had to babysit Gazzy and Angel. So, of course, I practiced night and day, and, after a few grease fires, I got pretty good at it. So I won.

"Do you have chicken and the rest of my ingredients?"

"No, you'd have to go get those, but I wouldn't come along. Cars seem to aggravate my morning sickness." She frowned.

Iggy scratched his head. "But it's not morning…?"

"It's just a name," she told him. "It can really happen practically any time of the day. So let's go."

We all drove back to Maya's house, where Maya went to lay down for a little bit until we got back with the stuff, and Iggy said that he must clean out his videogame bag before it's done for good, so that left Fang and I to go to the store.

We were silent on the way there, and completely awkward. I don't know why, but I kept thinking about Fang and Maya, being a couple. I kept thinking about how they've shared secrets and body heat, how they've kissed each other and even went farther than that. And every time I thought about it, that little pang hit my stomach, and I just wanted it to stop.

Once we got to the store, the first thing we went to go get was chicken. "So," I said awkwardly as we walked through the isles to get the chicken from the meet counter.

"So," he repeated, just as awkward as me.

Suddenly, Fang took the basket from me. "Let me carry this for you," he offered. "I feel awkward not doing anything."

"Great, then you're leaving me to feel awkward," I muttered, just as we got to the meat counter. "Ten of each piece of chicken, please," I said to the guy behind the counter, who, I noticed, was sort of young and cute…

He smiled at me, his blue eyes lighting up. "Big appetite, huh?" he asked as he got my chicken for me.

"Actually, yes, but not today. I'm cooking for quite a few people. My sister is craving fried chicken," I explained. "I usually don't cook at all."

"Good," he told me, smiling. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be stuck in the kitchen all day, anyways."

I smiled at him, flattered and about to reply, when Fang stepped ahead of me. "Have that ready?" he asked, towering above the other guy by a good few inches. It seemed like he was just a shadow before, but now he was making his presence known, for some reason.

"Oh." The guy's expression fell. "Sorry, man. Yeah, here you are." He handed him a white package, which Fang took, promptly whipping around and walking away without another word.

Meanwhile, I was confused. 'Sorry, man'? Why would he be saying sorry?

I followed Fang to the spices, and asked, "Why'd you do that?" I asked him, more than a little pissed.

"Do what?" he replied, without even looking at me; he just kept scanning the spices.

"Back at the meat counter. Why the hell did you have to go and intimidate him like that?"

Fang whipped around to face me. "He was flirting with you! Are you really that oblivious?"

Yes I am because I couldn't even tell. I felt a little more than stupid for a minute. "Why does it matter to you?" I snapped. "It wasn't like I was going to let him screw me or something!"

Fang's face went red and then he turned away from me. "Whatever," was all he said, for the rest of the time at the grocery store. That is, until we got to the checkout counter.

There was yet another young person at the checkout. It was a girl this time, though, and she was totally checking out Fang; this was obvious. That similar pang I felt whenever I thought of Fang being with somebody hit me, as usual, but I ignored it, not wanting to deal with whatever I was feeling.

"Paper or plastic?" the girl (her name tag said Marissa. Slut.) asked Fang in a low voice, like she was flirting. "Or perhaps something… softer?"

I looked away from them, not wanting to watch as he flirted back, successfully getting her phone number and then, later, into bed with him. It wasn't really something that I could stomach.

"No thanks. Plastic, please."

I was surprised that he wasn't flirting back. I mean, with Fang being, well, Fang, he should be getting her digits right now. He should be 'working his magic' on her. What the hell is he doing?"

Marissa didn't seem fazed. "Alright. I get off work in a half an hour, do you wanna meet up and hang out or something?" She twirled her hair a little.

Fang sighed impatiently. "Look, I just want my groceries so I can get out of here. Could you do that?"

Marissa frowned, but nodded. All I could think was, ha, chu just got pwned, girl! This probably wasn't very mature to be thinking, but I don't like 'Marissa.' Even though I don't know her. She's just another one of those girls, you know?

So we paid (Actually, Fang did. He insisted) and then left the store with no further incident. So we got into the car, and started to drive back to Maya's, which involves going on the highway and on roads that cut through the forest, since she lives in the country.

"Why didn't you flirt back to that Marissa chick?" I blurted to Fang, this still on my mind. Why can't I stop thinking about it?

He glanced at me. "What? Marissa who?"

"Marissa the cashier girl. She was flirting with you, remember?"

"Yeah, so what?" He gripped the steering wheel tighter and kept his eyes concentrated on the road.

I snorted. "Well, she was obviously hot. You're a lady charmer. A man-whore. Why didn't you go for her?"

"Stop calling me that," he snapped at me.

"What, man-whore?"

"Yeah. Quit."

I crossed my arms. "Then tell me why you didn't flirt back."

"Why does it even matter?" Fang cried, looking at me, taking his eyes off the road for no more than a millisecond—when we crashed into something.

Something that looked just like a bike.

(Oh, look. A cliffhanger.)


A/N 2: LE GASP! What is gonna happen?! Did they hit a kid?! Are they gonna go to jail?! WHAT WILL HAPPEN?!