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Iggy's POV
Has anyone ever told you that the Irish countryside is gorgeous. We're staying in a small fishing town for a few days, and apparently, the graveyard at the local church has some of the oldest conformable graves in Ireland. It certainly looks like it. Most of the headstones are so old and cracked that you can hardly read the names. The mountains certainly are beautiful. We went hiking earlier today, They just seem to rise around you, and you feel almost alone in the world. The views were breathtaking, what with the sheer cliff faces dropping straight down to the churning seas several thousand feet below.
The others thought it was cool, but only Mel truly appreciated it. Ella was still sad, not crushed any more, but she had decided to just forget about him, not exactly an easy task by the sounds of it, but I never met the guy, and if he's causing her this much pain, she must have really liked him, and Max and Fang were still caught up trying to solve their own problem. As they well should be, it can't go on like this for much longer, either max will go emo, and Fang will rip himself apart trying to save her from herself, or Fang will become emo himself and max will stand by watching him fall apart, while she follows him.
That is, if they don't get together soon. But there is hope. Because our next stop is Paris. City of love, and all that crap.
SEEEN CHANGEEEEEEEEEEEEE
(in Paris)
You know that one saying? "Together in Paris" Well, I hope it works, We (well I) came up with a new plan to get Max and Fang together. We're going to send them to Giverne. Yes, Monet's gardens. I'm a genius aren't I? "And modest too." I looked up to see Mel standing there, an amused smile on her face. "Since when have you been a mind reader?" "Since you started muttering, come on now. Phase one hangs in the balance, and we have to convince them to go without us." "well that shouldn't be too hard." I said smirking. "Harder than you might think. They want to take Ella to cheer her up, and won't take no for an answer." "You asked without me???" "Yep. If you asked, you'd blow our cover. No, don't look all offended like that, you know we did it for the plan. Besides, if you don't wipe that look off your face it'll stay that way." "Oh ha ha, very funny." "I know, that's why you love me." she smiled innocently, or as innocently as she could while trying not to smirk.
She kissed my cheek, and soon,(don't ask how) we were making out, her sitting on my lap, me sitting on the bed in the room we had to ourselves (Ella was sharing Max and Fang's). Suddenly I felt a prickle on the back of my neck, like someone was watching. I broke away from Mel, and opened my eyes to see her face fall a little in disappointment. Then we noticed Fang leaning casually against our door frame. Great.
"So just how long have you been standing there?" Mel asked, getting off my lap to sit on the bed beside me. "Long enough." He said, not looking at her. "What?" I asked seeing him smirk. "Nothing, nothing." He said waving my question away. "What? Do you get a kick out of spying, or something? It's not like you wouldn't rather be snogging Max yourself if you had the chance." He just shrugged, his face going back to it's normal expressionless mask. "Well yah," he said lowering his voice "But I really don't want to take advantage of Max. I'm not sure that she's in her right mind, and if she only kissed me back because she was sad, I'm not sure I could live with myself." "Are you insane? You mean you haven't realized why she's so sad? You must be blind, I mean blinder than I was. Seriously Max's mental health? That's your excuse??? Look,-" I began, but Max came in. "Why are we talking about my mental health?"