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Chapter 12: Of confessions and fears and betrayals
"The truth is," I began. "Is that Iggy is terrified of mountains."
"But how-," Dylan began to protest. I held up my hand to shut him up.
"Don't interrupt. For as long as I've known Iggy, his family would always take a trip up into the mountains to go skiing and snowboarding. It used to be him, his mom and his dad, Robert. Then Gazzy was born and they introduced him to winter sports at a young age, then Angel joined their family. Winter sports were a big thing with Iggy's dad, he grew up in the mountains so he's been skiing and snowboarding all his life.
"Three years ago, when Iggy was fifteen, they took their annual trip into the mountains. Everything had gone smoothly, they had a great time. Gazzy, who was only four at the time, tried skiing down a little bunny slope by himself for the first time. Angel was only two, so she stayed with Robin in the lodge most of the time. Their last day, Iggy and his dad wanted to get in one last run. They went up to the top of the mountain and decided to go down one of the expert trails.
"Somewhere on the trail, about halfway down, something went wrong. No one knows the real cause, but Robert somehow fell. Iggy thinks that his ski got caught on something hidden in the snow. Well, Robert went flying, and crashed into the snow. Iggy stopped and ran over to his dad, but by then it was too late. When he fell, his neck broke. Iggy called the ski patrol and they rushed him to the hospital, but he was gone by the time they got there. Iggy watched his father die. Ever since, he's been terrified of mountains and vowed to never touch a ski or snowboard ever again." I finished my story and Dylan's mouth was in a perfect O.
We had walked the perimeter of the building and were now standing back by the front door. Iggy was still sitting in front of the fireplace, staring off into space. "What about Gazzy and Angel? Do they still like mountains?" Dylan asked softly. I shook my head.
"Gazzy is pretty freaked by them. He was too scared after losing his dad to try anything but bunny slopes and Angel was too young to remember her dad. She's seen pictures of him and stuff, but she can't remember anything about him. She's never even been skiing before." Dylan looked down at his shoes and shook some of the snow off of his boot. "I'm still trying to think of a way to help Iggy be less afraid. I don't care if he hates skiing or anything like that, but I hate to see him so afraid of it."
"Well, I don't know. You're his best friend, if you can't think of anything to get him over it I guess there isn't anything. Hey, I've got to go change for dinner so I'll see you later," Dylan said. He waved and ran inside the lodge. I followed him but then sat back down next to Iggy.
"You told him didn't you?" he asked as I sat down.
"I'm sorry. He asked and I just couldn't say no. Are you mad at me?" I asked. Iggy looked up at me and gave a glimpse of a smile.
"I could never be mad at you," he said. "So, when's dinner?" I blinked a few times then began to laugh.
"Now. Come on, if we hurry we can get a good table." I pulled on Iggy's arm and dragged him down the hallway to the dining room restaurant thing. There were a few people in there already, two of them being Fang and Lissa. Lissa smirked when she saw us, but Fang glanced up with a look of understanding in his eyes. I guess he was going to keep to his word.
We found a table for four people and sat down, figuring Dylan would sit with us in a little bit. "So, who are your roommates?" Iggy asked while we glanced at the menu.
"Kelsey Green, Alyssa Andres and Lissa," I said. I said Lissa's name with as much hatred as I could muster. "I've come to a conclusion. Lissa is part parasite; she's always there, right under my skin making my life miserable." Iggy looked from me, to Lissa and back to me again. He then started to laugh. "What's so funny?" I asked.
"You," he sputtered out between laughs. I stared at him, he finally lost it. Iggy has finally snapped this was an important day in history.
"What's going on?" Dylan asked as he came up to our table. Iggy and I looked at each other then both of us started laughing. Dylan shook his head and began reading the menu. Some waiter came by and took our orders then came back quickly with our food. It was hot and delicious, just the perfect thing to eat when I was freezing cold.
After dinner everyone went off to do their own thing, I sat by the fireplace with Iggy and Dylan playing cards. At ten thirty the chaperones went around saying it was time for everyone to return to their rooms. I said good-night to my friends and went down the hall into my room. Alyssa was already there-but she was asleep. I heard the sound of a shower going and heard the sound of Kelsey singing.
When Kelsey got out of the shower I hopped in really quickly and was out of the bathroom within ten minutes. I could take really fast showers if I wanted to. Lissa was there when I got out and she sat there and stared at me as I pulled my hair up into a messy bun. "So, what's the deal with you and Iggy?" she asked after a few minutes. I eyed her in the mirror; she was sitting cross-legged on the bed staring at me intently.
"Excuse me?" I asked as I turned to face her.
"Are you two secretly dating or not?"
"Not. Iggy is my best friend, that's all."
"Then why do I have this?" Lissa held out her phone to show me a picture on the screen. It was from when we were standing outside the bus, waiting for it to be repaired. The picture showed me wearing Iggy's sweatshirt and his arms wrapped tightly around me. One of Lissa's friends must have taken it and sent it to her.
I took the phone out of Lissa's hand and deleted the picture. As I handed it back to her I smirked. "It's not nice to take pictures of people without permission. Tell that to whoever took that." Without another word I sat down on the bed and pulled the sheets up over me. Kelsey was my hero, because she didn't go to sleep in the same bed as Alyssa so I didn't have to sleep in the same bed as Lissa. I sat in bed and read until out chaperone came in to give us the light out.
Lissa turned off the lamp and we all quickly fell asleep. The next morning the phone in our room rang and I reached over and picked it up. "Hello?" I asked. I quickly glanced at the clock and saw that it was going on ten already.
"Max? Time to get up! Today we hit the slopes!" a perky voice said from the other end of the line. Dylan. I mumbled some incoherent words and hung up the phone. Then, I rolled over and fell back asleep.
"Good morning roomies!" Lissa's voice called out. Great just what I needed another morning person. How does Fang deal with her? Lissa then committed her final act of life. She turned on the light. I sprang out of bed, eyes raging. No one turns the light on when I'm sleeping, unless they have a death wish.
"You do that again," I hissed. "You will wake up very alone, very sore, and very far away from home." Lissa's eyes grew wide for a moment but then returned to their normal icy glare.
"You don't scare me," she said slowly.
"Mistake number one." I smirked and walked into the bathroom to get ready for the day. I didn't know what I was going to do today since I didn't know how to ski or snowboard and I didn't want to leave Iggy alone in the lodge anyways. I figured I'd do whatever he wanted to do. I got dressed in a pair of jeans with long underwear on under them, a long sleeved t-shirt and a hoodie over it. I carried my winter coat, gloves and hat and I walked out of the room. I found Iggy and Dylan sitting in the dining area eating their way through a plate of muffins.
"Hey, Max. Want one?" Dylan asked. He held up a blueberry muffin to me and I took it without question. I never question when people hand me muffins. With my help, we were able to devour the entire plate of muffins. "So what's the plan for today?" Dylan asked when we were done.
"Well, I'm going to hang out here. You two can do whatever you want," Iggy said as he stood up. Before I could protest, he was out of the room and I was left alone with Dylan.
"Come on Max. Let's go! I can't wait to snowboard!" Dylan grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the resort and towards the ski lifts.
I dug my heels into the ground and we both stopped. "Dylan, I don't know how to snowboard. I've never tired before," I explained.
"Well, I'll teach you. Come on, let's go get out gear. Part of our payment for the trip included the cost of ski/snowboard rental and gear fitting. Dylan and I walked into the ski shop where a young lady with red hair greeted us.
"So, what can I get for you guys?" she asked as we walked in the shop.
"I just need a snowboard and the boots but my friend here needs everything," Dylan explained. It was then that I noticed that Dylan was wearing snowboarding gear, down to the goggles.
The lady whose name was Katy; helped me get fitted with propped snowboarding gear which included- a pair of pants with suspenders on them, goggles, special gloves that kept moisture out, boots, a helmet and an actual snowboard. When we were all done; Dylan led me towards the bunny slopes. "Snowboarding is pretty simple. To start you push down with your front foot to get your balance. Then just lean whatever way you want to turn. To stop you just switch your weight to your heels and lean backwards. Don't lean back too far or else you'll fall on your butt, but you do have to lean back a little bit to slow down. You got that?"
I stared at him dumbfounded. I had no idea what he just said, it might as well been in pig Latin. "Not really," I said.
"Just put weight on your front foot to go forward and lean back to stop. And don't fall," he said irritably. I rolled my eyes but he couldn't see through the goggles. He helped me get strapped into the snowboard and helped me push off. As I started going down the hill, I felt like I was flying. It was amazing, and then as usual, I fell. As I sat up, I began brushing snow from my face. This was going to be a long day, I just knew it.
Dylan and I spent the next three hours on the bunny slopes and I only improved a little bit. I was able to make it down to the bottom without falling. Around noon Dylan decided that I was ready for a real slope. "I don't know Dylan. I think I'd do better down here, you go up to the real slopes," I tried to convince. Dylan naturally wouldn't hear of it. Together we rode up the ski lift and stood at the top of one of the beginner courses. As I stood up there, looking over the mountain-side I couldn't believe how high up we were.
"Let's do this!" Dylan cheered. He leaned forward and sped off down the slope. I stood up there, alone, for a few minutes. I looked over the slope, since it was a beginner it didn't have to many obstacles. It was a gentle downgrade but near the bottom there was a turn I would have to make. Hopefully I could do that without falling on my butt. Following Dylan's teaching, I leaned forward onto my snowboard and began falling forward. This hill was a lot steeper then the little bunny slopes I had been practicing on. As I neared the curve, I leaned my body to the right slightly and much to my surprise I began turning right. I was actually doing it! I, Maximum Ride was snowboarding! As I neared the end of the bed a flash of color caught my eye. Something wearing a red and yellow coat was lying in the middle of the hill. As I looked closer I realized it was Dylan. "Dylan!" I screamed. I turned sideways and skidded to a stop a few yards away from him. As quickly as I could I unstrapped my feet from the snowboard and ran over to him. "What happened? Are you OK?" I asked as I fell into the snow next to him.
His snowboard was lying in two pieces next to him and he was clutching his leg in pain. "I wiped out and I hurt my knee. It won't move," Dylan groaned through clenched teeth. His eyes were squeezed shut and his normal happy smile was now a grimace of pain.
"Come on. Let's get you off the mountain and back to the ski shop," I said. I helped him to his feet and we slowly made our way down the mountain. Most of Dylan's weight was leaned against me and this made it particularly difficult to walk down a slippery mountain hill. "We're almost there." I grunted out as we reached the bottom of the hill. I was tired and helping Dylan down the hill was really hard. I flung the door to the ski shop open and several heads turned to us when we walked in.
Katy ran over to us and helped take some of Dylan's weight off my shoulders. Together we set him down in a wooden chair in the back corner of the shop. "What happened out there?" Katy asked.
"I leaned too far right when making the bend and whipped out. I think I dislocated my knee. It won't move," Dylan said as he rubbed his knee gently. Katy crouched down on her knees and tried to carefully bed Dylan's knee. He yelped in pain and jerked his leg back.
"You definitely moved your knee, but I'm not sure if it's a full dislocation. You two are with that group from LA right?" Katy asked as she stood up. We both nodded and Katy went back to the counter and pulled out a sheet of paper. There was a phone on the wall behind the counter and she dialed a phone number and began talking quietly into the receiver.
When she hung up, Katy walked back over to us and smiled. She said, "I just got off the phone with your chaperone. He's going to come here and pick you two up. Then he'll get that knee checked out for you." With a sympatric smile, Katy walked away to go help some new costumers.
"Dylan I'm really sorry. This is going to ruin the rest of your trip," I said after a few seconds.
"It's not that bad. I'll just hang out at the lodge until we go home. But who's going to be your slope buddy now?" I scoffed and shook my head.
"I'm not going back up there. Nope, from now on Maximum Ride stays at the bottom of the mountains. I'll just hang out with you and Iggy until we leave. It'll be relaxing," I said with a grin. Our head chaperone, Paul then walked into the shop and sighed in relief.
"Dylan, I'm going to take you to the doctor's office. Max, you're going to have to walk back to the lodge on your own. Come on, Dylan." Paul then lifted Dylan to his feet and helped him out of the shop and into a car parked just outside. I waved good-bye to Katy and started the walk back to the lodge.
As the building came into view, I noticed that a light snowfall was starting. I had never stood in snow before so I stopped and tilted my head back and let the flakes fall on my face. It tickled as they got caught in my eyelashes and I let out a small giggle. "I didn't even know you could giggle," a voice said in surprise. I was so startled I spun around too quickly and ended up falling on my butt in a snow bank. "Well that was a fail," the person said again. Through my snow covered eyes, I saw Iggy standing a few feet away. A smirk was painted on his face and I knew he was trying hard not to laugh.
"So I'm not allowed to be a girl every once in a while without someone making a big deal out of it?" I huffed. I was trying to brush snow off of my coat, but it was so wet and sticky it didn't want to come off. Iggy shrugged and walked over to me. He extended a hand to life me up and I took it. But me, being the revenge filled person I am, pulled Iggy down face first into the snow. "Hey Ig, you have something on your face," I said with a huge smirk on my face.
"You're so dead," Iggy muttered as he lifted himself out of the snow. His eyes were filled with a mischievous twinkle and there was an evil grin on his face. I knew this couldn't end well so I sprang up and ran through the snow as fast as I could. As my luck would have it, that wasn't very fast. I felt a something heavy hit me in the back and I fell back into the snow. As I squirmed in the snow, I managed to break out of Iggy's iron grip. He yelped as I pushed him over in the snow and tried to pin him down.
Eventually I managed to get him flat on his back while I sat happily on his stomach. No matter how hard he tried, Iggy couldn't get up. I felt very accomplished at my triumph. Eventually Iggy gave up and fell back in the snow and stared at the sky as the snowflakes fell from the sky. A wave of exhaustion crashed over me and I got off of Iggy's stomach and fell back into the snow beside him. "That was really fun," I panted.
"Oh yeah. So, how was snowboarding?" Iggy asked, turning to face me.
"I fell on my butt most of the time. But, Dylan then decided that I was ready to try a real hill. It was pretty terrifying actually. About halfway down though, Dylan whipped out and hurt his knee. Rob is taking him to the doctor now. I was on my way back from the ski shop when you scared me."
"Well that sucks," Iggy replied after a minute. I rolled my eyes and playfully punched him in the arm. No duh it sucked! "Hey, I'm just making an observation. Snowboarding is dangerous, you have to be careful. Getting cocky is what will get you hurt, that and not paying attention."
"Well, you don't have to worry about me getting hurt on a snowboard. I'm never getting on one of those things ever again," I said.
Iggy's face turned into a soft smile and he whispered, "Good." The two of us sat there for a while, looking at the falling snow. It dawned on me that it was getting late in the afternoon and that I was cold and tired and wanted nothing more to do then go inside and drink hot chocolate.
I sat up in the snow and began shaking snow out of my hair and off of my coat. There seemed to be snow everywhere on me, and most of it was in the hood of my coat. Some of the snow fell out of my hood and slid down my back making me shiver. "You ok?" Iggy asked me. I nodded but shivered again. There was a ton of snow down my back and I was freezing. Realizing there was no way for me to get all the snow out of my coat the way I was doing it now, I simply took off my coat and tried to brush the snow out of it that way.
"You know, I don't really understand the point of this snow stuff. All it does is make people cold. What's so great about that?" I grumbled. Iggy smirked and stood up. He took my coat out of my hands and in one swift movement shook all of the snow out of my coat. "Show off," I mumbled under my breath. Iggy smiled as he draped my coat back over my shoulders and watched as I shoved my hands in the sleeves.
"All better?" he asked.
"A little. It's still freezing cold out though," I said through chattering teeth. Iggy wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to him, I felt a lot warmer instantly. I loved Iggy's hugs, they were just so amazing. No! There I go again. What is going on with me? Why am I feeling things about Iggy this way? He let go of me and started to walk back to the lodge.
"You coming?" he asked. I looked at him standing there, there was still snow all over him, and his hair was wet and all plastered to his face. I never noticed before, how cute Iggy really was. Not again! Shoving all my thoughts into a shoe box I jogged up to Iggy and the two of us walked back into the lodge, laughing and talking like we always did. But, somewhere deep inside me was this burning question that I needed to know the answer to. Was I falling for Iggy?
Later on that evening, after I had showered and put on dry clothes, I was walking down the hall to hear yelling from one of the lounge rooms. As I passed a door, it was thrown open and someone stormed out. "Max, you're friends with Dylan. Do something about him," the boy yelled. The boy's name was Anthony Hill; he was in gym with me and Dylan.
"What's wrong?" I asked. Whatever those two were fighting about it must have been big because they were pretty loud and Anthony seemed really peeved.
"He's being an idiot that's what's wrong! He came back from the doctor's all drugged up on something and he's totally out of it. I can't even be around him right now," Anthony yelled. Without waiting for me to respond, he began walking down the hall yelling the whole time. I wasn't sure if I should go talk to Dylan or not. If he could make normal, calm Anthony boil over in rage, Dylan had to be pretty bad. But, he was my friend so I knew I had to help.
"Dylan? What's going on?" I asked as I walked in the lounge. It was one of the smaller lounges. It only had two couches and a small fireplace. But there was a card table set up with a chess set and a few decks of cards sitting on it. Dylan was sitting on one of the couches staring into the fire.
"Hi Max," Dylan said, or tried to say. Whatever drug he was on, it was slurring his speech horribly. I sat down next to him, trying to not move his injured leg. "My leg's not dislocated. I just twisted some nerve thing. They gave me some sort of meds," he continued.
"Well I'm glad to see your ok. What do you think Tess will say when she finds out? She warned you to be careful on the slopes," I said. I wasn't sure what to really talk to him about since he was drugged up so I made small talk. Dylan sat there for a minute, thinking.
"She'll tell me she told me so. Then rub it in my face for a day or so, but then I think she'll be sympathetic." We both laughed and I sat back into the couch and watched the fire crackle. "So what did you do while I was at the doctor?"
"Oh, well when I was walking back I stopped to stare at the snow and Iggy startled me. I fell into the snow and pulled him down with me so we had a little wrestling match in the snow. I totally won, and if Iggy says otherwise, he's lying," I said happily. Dylan turned to face me; I was surprised to see a scowl on his face.
"Why do you always spend so much time with him?" he snapped. That was definitely not the response I was expecting. I blinked and quickly regained my composure.
"Because he's my best friend. Why wouldn't I spend time with him? We've grown up together. What's wrong with that?"
Dylan scoffed and returned his gaze to the fire. "Don't you realize what people say about you two behind your backs? Everyone thinks you two are a couple. It's not right, how come he can get a girl so easily? What's so special about him?" I was in complete and utter shock at this confession.
"Hey, that's my best friend you're talking about! Last I checked he was your friend too! What's with you today? Is it national diss your friend day? I won't let you talk about Iggy like that!" I yelled at him. I was slowly getting angrier, if Dylan said one more word about Iggy I'd slug him and I wouldn't feel bad about it in the slightest. I watched Dylan, wondering what he was going to do next. His entire body seemed to be shaking for some reason.
Before I knew it, his hand cut through the air and I felt a sharp sting on the side of my face. I reeled back in shock and my hand flew to my face. What just happened? Did he just slap me? My first reaction was to jump up from the couch and back away from Dylan. "Dude what the heck?" I yelled. Dylan's entire body was shaking, with what I think was fury. As I began to back away from him, I bumped into something. Standing behind me, to my surprise, was Fang. And boy did he look mad.
Fang gently moved me aside and stood above Dylan, looking all menacing. "If you know what's good for you, you won't try a stunt like that again," he seethed. Without a response from Dylan, Fang grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the room and into the hall. "Are you ok?" he asked when we were out of ear shot.
"I don't know what came over him. We were just talking when he started bad mouthing Iggy. I told him he was acting like a jerk and he slapped me. How much of it did you see?" I said softly. My face still stung from the slap and I'm sure there was a red mark on it.
"I heard yelling so I went to check it out. When I got there you were standing, facing him. It didn't take long for me to figure out something happened." All the stuff that had just happened in the past few minutes were just beginning to sink in, I put my hand up to my face to feel that it was still really sore. What could have caused Dylan to act like this?
"I think I'm going to go back to my room. Fang, thanks, for helping me and all," I said sweetly. I needed to be alone, to try and figure some things out, all of the stuff Dylan said to me. And what I was going to do about it. Fang nodded and before he walked away he gave me a small reassuring hug. It was the first time he had hugged me since he started dating Lissa. I slowly made my way down to my room and opened the door. Everyone else was out doing their own thing, lounging or eating dinner or whatever, so I had the room to myself.
In a rapid movement I fell face first onto my bed and sighed loudly. This was another one of those days that I just wanted to end; I seemed to have a lot of those recently. My mind drifted to what Dylan told me about me and Iggy. Was he right? Did people really think we were a couple? I was just so confused about all of this. My feelings about Iggy were changing, and I didn't know if I was ready for that yet. As I lay there, thinking, there was a knock at the door. "Max, open up! Max, I know you're in there." It was Iggy. He must have heard about the fight between me and Dylan. I pushed myself up from my bed and walked over to the door.
"I'm coming, keep your shirt on," I grumbled as I pulled the door open. Iggy was standing there still in his coat and gloves from being outside, his hand raised, ready to knock on the door again.
"Fang said something happened. Are you ok?" he asked. His eyes then grew wide; I figured he saw the red mark on my face. "Holy…" he started.
"Ig, don't start. Please don't start. I know what you're thinking. I don't want to make this any worse than it already is," I pleaded. The look on Iggy's face was one mixed with anger and sadness.
"Come on," he said. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of my room. I was led down a couple different hallways until we reached another empty lounge room. "Max, we tell each other everything. So you better tell me exactly what happened and who did that to you," Iggy said pointing to my red face, "Before I go find Fang and make him tell me."
"I got into a fight with Dylan," I muttered softly.
"Wait, Dylan was the one who hit you? He's a dead man," Iggy hissed. He clenched his fists and was about to walk out of the room. I put my hands up on his shoulders and stopped him in his tracks.
"Don't do it Ig. He's not himself today. He said something about getting all drugged up on pain killers because of his knee. I don't think he meant it," I pleaded. Thankfully, Iggy stopped trying to leave the room and ran a hand through his hair.
"You're defending him. Unbelievable. Dylan slaps you in the face, and you defend him. Whatever, you do whatever you want Max," Iggy said throwing his hands up in the air. He walked over to the other side of the room and stared out the window. This wasn't how I wanted this conversation to go. If I lost Iggy I don't know what I would do.
"Ig, please. I can't fight with you too. I don't think I'll be able to take it," I cried. Tears began filling up my eyes and slowly began to fall down my face.
"Don't cry Max. I hate seeing you cry," Iggy said as he walked back over to me.
"There's more to what happened Ig. I haven't told you what we were fighting about."
"Well?" Iggy pulled me down onto the bench in the room and waited for me to tell him what I had been fighting since the trip started.
"He asked me why I spend so much time with you. I told him it was because we were best friends. Then he told me that everyone thought we were a couple because of how much time we spend together. This morning, Lissa asked me the same thing. Iggy, I'm sorry, this is all so confusing," I explained. Now it was time for me to face my fear, Iggy's reaction. For a while, Iggy didn't say anything, he just sat there. He opened his mouth finally to say something when a small group of kids from our school walked in, talking and laughing.
I groaned. Why did these things always happen to me? Seeing my frustration, Iggy stood up and motioned for me to follow him. We quickly left the room and began looking around for somewhere else we could talk without other people listening in. "Here, this will have to do," I finally said. I opened the big wooden door and walked out into the frigid air.
"Max you don't have a coat on, you're going to freeze to death out here," Iggy protested.
"Then talk quickly," I said through chattering teeth.
"OK, well, how do I say this? Man, in my head this conversation went a lot easier then it is right now. Ugh, well Max, to tell you the truth, I like you, a lot. No, that can't even sum up how I feel. Max, I think I love you. We've been best friends for who knows how long? And in that time I've learned you are one of the most remarkable girls I've ever met in my life." I didn't even know what to say. This was defiantly not the answer I was expecting form Iggy. But, the more I thought about it, the more I realized, I loved him too.
"Is this really happening?" I asked. Iggy's face softened and he wrapped his arms around me in a warm, safe hug.
"I think so," he whispered. I hugged Iggy tighter, partly because I didn't want to let go since I felt so safe in his arms and partly because I was freezing and it felt good to be this close to someone. "Holy crap Max, you're freezing. Why on earth did you decide to have this conversation outside?" Iggy asked. He pulled off his coat and wrapped it around me. I was instantly filled with a blanket of warmth. As we stood there, in the snow, after both of us confessing we love each other, I realized that this trip wasn't so bad after all. Iggy must have been thinking the same thing because he smiled at me and said, "Well, I guess this trip was worth going on after all." Then, Iggy leaned down, and kissed me. And it made me feel like nothing could ever go wrong again.
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