I'm back with more! Winged-Vampyre-Gallagher-Girl said that Iggy was mean, and that got me thinking. I never thought of Iggy as mean, just really stressed because no one's been attacking him for like, a month. Usually Iggy's not like this. Which is why Nudge said he had so many sides to him, and that no one could figure him out. Just letting all of you know! :)

I also changed my pen name. It's asmileaday77 now.

DISCLAIMER: I think I would know if MR belonged to me. It obviously does not. ): It belongs to JP. Yay. Good for him. All right! On with the story!

"Iggy. Iggy, c'mon dude, wake up!"

Gazzy kept shaking me.

"Wake up, Ig!"

I suddenly threw back the covers and got up.

"What is it that's so urgent Gaz?" I mumbled sleepily.

"Fang's what so urgent!"

My body suddenly lost all traces of sleepiness.

"Fang's here?" I shouted.

"No, but he was," Gazzy replied.

"What do you mean?"

"He left us a letter."

Just at that moment, Max, Nudge, and Angel entered.

"Someone read what it says before I go nuts," I muttered.

There was a crackle of paper, and Max cleared her throat and began reading, trying-but completely failing-to keep the excitement out of her voice.

Yo,

It's a good thing you didn't go looking for me. I really appreciate that. I'm on a mission. Don't try to stop me. You can't follow me. If I can finish what I set out to do, maybe I'll visit you guys one day. Tell everyone I said hi. Don't let Max cook if you still want to keep living.

-Fang

The short, hasty sentences, the sarcasm, it was all Fang.

"Where'd you find it?" I asked.

"On the doorstep. It was there this morning when Dr. Martinez went outside to pick up the paper," Angel chirped.

"He's such a complete idiot," Max muttered. "And my cooking's not that bad, is it?"

All of us chuckled.

"Aw, come on guys. Seriously? Just because I'm not as talented as Iggy is doesn't mean I'm going to give you food poisoning."

I raised an eyebrow but stayed quiet, not wanting to get my ass kicked.

"Well, I'm going out for a quick spin. Don't come after me. Tell Mom I'll be home in twenty."

All of us stayed quiet as Max left. She was going to look for Fang, as always. She knew her efforts were a waste of time, that Fang was way too stealthy for her, but she still kept hoping, like a true lover.

Just like her sister, my little voice chimed in.

Yeah, I guess you could say that, I thought.

I tried to go back to sleep, but Fang was on my mind.

I'm on a mission, he'd said.

I'd made Nudge read all of his blogs to me, and I knew about his search for mutants. It hadn't been hard to put two and two together. What I couldn't believe was that no one else had figured it out. Either that, or they were really good actors and wanted to keep this piece of info for themselves.

It was still 9 o'clock in the morning and I really didn't want to go downstairs just to get ridiculed by Mr. I'm –oh-so-popular again. What made him so special that Ella dated him?

Ella. Ella.

"Oh, shi—," I said, rolling out of bed and hastily putting on a Metallica t-shirt that I hoped was clean. (It smelled clean, but you never know…)

I still had to apologize to Ella.

I hopped on one foot as I put on my socks.

I counted the doors as I went down, and softly knocked on Ella's when I came to it.

"Mmm?" was the muffled response I got.

"Um, it's me, Iggy. Can I come in?"

"Iggy!"

I heard a crash, as if she'd tried to get up from bed, but tripped over something and fallen.

"I'm okay!" she shouted. "I'm coming! Just let me—"

Right. This was a really awkward moment.

The door suddenly opened.

"Hey Iggy," Ella said slowly.

"Hey. Um, I, can I—can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Oh, yeah! Sure! Come in! Um, sorry that my room's such a mess. I've been meaning to clean it up."

"S'okay," I said, not bothering to remind her that I couldn't see the mess, anyways.

"Um, sit down. Here, on the bed," she guided me, her voice anxious.

The springs bounced as she sat next to me.

"I…" I didn't know where to start. "I just came in to tell you that I'm sorry for taking off that day, and for scaring you in the ambulance."

"Oh," her voice faltered. It was like she'd been expecting something more, or something different, at least.

"Um, well, I should go," I said.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Ella suddenly asked, her voice sharp. I'd never seen her like this (heck, I'd never seen her, but you know what I mean…) and I was ready to bet that no one else had, either.

I turned around.

"I don't know what you mean," I said, chin in air.

"You know exactly what I mean," she said, putting as much steel as she could into her voice. She bounced off the bed and came towards me, so that we were eye to eye. (haha. Pun intended.)

I couldn't control the crazy excitement going on inside me. There was only one freakin' inch between us.

You could close that eensy-weensy inch right now, if you wanted to, my little voice peeped.

Get out of my head, I growled.

"Ella, I really should be going. I need to help Dr. Martinez with breakfast."

"Oh no," she said, firmly gripping my arm. The touch sent shivers through me. Her grasp was like a white hot iron. I wondered if fire was going through her body as well. "You're not going anywhere until you tell me why you keep blowing me off every chance you get, but go practically wild when you see me with someone else."

"I—that's not true!" I said defiantly.

"Is too," she said, her voice just as defiant.

She leaned in closer to me, her nose touching mine.

"Don't do this to me, Iggy," she said softly.

She closed the gap between us.

My heart pounded faster.

This is it, I thought.

WOOHOO! Finally, we're gonna see some romance! Or are we? Haha, I don't know either. I don't plan out my stories; I just start them, and watch where they go.

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