I woke to the smell of pancakes, and syrup. "Alex!" Gasman half shouted.
"What?" I asked, sitting up; wincing, and rubbing my eyes.
"Are you okay?" Angel asked.
"Why?" I opened my eyes slowly.
Max was wearing a worried expression and holding up Angel and Gasman's breakfast plates. "Does it hurt?" she asked.
"Does what hurt?" I asked stupidly.
"All those bruises" Angel looked at my arms.
"Kinda," I said. "But they'll be gone by the end of the day" I smiled at her and her brother.
"You sure?" she asked.
"Why is there food in my room?" I looked at Max with a small smile.
"Gasman and Angel wanted to let you have a breakfast in bed. Iggy made your favorite," Max looked at Gasman. "Buttermilk pancakes made with chocolate in the middle."
"Come 'ere Gazzy, Angel" I patted my bed, and waited for them to climb in with me.
"You too Max" Angel smiled.
"No thanks" Max returned her smile.
"C'mon Max, I want you to sit with me too" I looked at her.
"Iggy's on his way up" Max walked towards me, and sat down against the wall on my bed as Angel crawled into her lap.
"Okay," I shrugged and took a pancake in my hand to eat it. Gasman looked at me, and gave a small smile. "Yes" I nodded.
He crawled into my lap, and started eating his breakfast when Fang walked in. "Good morning" he smiled.
"Hey" Angel, Gasman, Max and I said in union.
"Hey, hey" Iggy strode in after Fang.
"Well, isn't this interesting? I don't think we'll all fit in my bed" I smiled.
"I think we will" Fang squeezed between Max and I. Iggy sat down next to me.
"We barely fit" I laughed. I winced as Fang and Iggy's shoulders crushed the bruises on mine. Fang pushed at Max till she moved over about an inch.
"Does that feel better?" he asked.
"Yeah, thanks" I nodded.
"What happened to you last night?" Angel asked, holding a piece of pancake in her mouth.
"I slept in a cave, and hurt myself" I said bluntly.
"How?" Gasman asked, looking up at me with wide ocean blue eyes.
"I slept on some rocks, and I kept moving" I explained.
"But, you'll be okay?" he asked with a worried expression.
"Yes, I'll be fine" I smiled at him reassuringly.
"That's what I like to hear" Fang smiled.
I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Of course it is".
"What happened to you last night?" Max looked at Iggy. I saw that his shirt had dirt, and rocks on it and it looked a shade darker than it was supposed to be. His jeans were ripped and dirtier than usual. His knuckles were red; stained with blood, the cuts starting to close on his hands.
"Nothing" he lied.
"Don't lie to me" Max glared at him.
"I went for a walk" he shrugged.
"That's not what I meant. What happened?" she half shouted.
"I was being clumsy, Max. I'm fine" he said calmly.
"Sure, whatever" Max rolled her eyes.
"You know," Angel started. "I haven't seen, or heard, Nudge since you guys left yesterday night"
"Yeah, where is she?" Gasman looked at Max, me and Iggy.
"Probably in her room" Fang shrugged.
"Why is she being so quiet?" Angel asked curiously.
"I don't know" I lied, taking a bite from the pancakes Iggy made for me.
"So Iggy, did you have fun last night?" Angel asked with a small smile.
"What?" Iggy asked, shaking his head slightly.
"Did you have fun last night? At the club?" Angel was still smiling.
"Yeah, I guess" he shrugged, his shoulder brushing mine.
"What did you do?" she asked.
"I danced, and drank some soda" he shrugged.
"Danced with who?" she continued.
"Nudge" he said dully.
"So why is she upset?" Angel seemed to be asking a lot of questions.
"You know that already, so stop asking me so many questions" Iggy looked at her.
"Fanggggg!" Nudge screeched.
"Oh god" I muttered, leaning my head against the wall.
"Yes?" Fang yelled, not even making a move to get up from my bed.
"Do we have hot water?" she shouted.
"I don't know!" he leaned against my shoulder slightly.
"Don't leave" I murmured, putting my head on Fang's shoulder. Iggy's hand lay next to mine on his thigh. I wanted so desperately to hold his hand and tell him everything was okay, just the way it was supposed to be. But I didn't know what to say anymore, I wanted everything to be the way it was before the club yesterday night.
"I won't" Fang's nose wrinkled slightly.
"Where are you?" Nudge started walking down the hallway.
I took my head off Fang's shoulder, and wrapped both my arms around Gasman; holding him made me feel better. "This outta be interesting…" I murmured more to myself than to anybody else.
"Alex's room!" Fang leaned against my shoulder gently, as if trying to comfort me.
Nudge walked in, wearing her pajama pants, and tank top messy hair and mis-matched socks. "Why are you all in here?" she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Alex isn't allowed out of bed all day, so we wanted to sit in here with her." Angel smiled.
"Well, she can rot in that bed for all I care" Nudge spat and walked out.
I felt hurt, Nudge had always been kind to me, she'd never said anything rude to me. Ever. I took in a deep breath, and leaned my head against the wall. "Are you okay?" Fang asked.
"No. Nudge hates me, and I don't even know what I did" I slammed my head against the wall, hard enough to break a human skull at least three times.
"She doesn't hate you" Max protested.
"She told me I could rot in this bed, and she wouldn't give a crap, Max. Yeah, she loves me!" I half yelled sarcastically.
"Nudge can't hold a grudge" Iggy said.
"You would know" I slammed my head into the wall a second time.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Iggy looked at me.
"Nothing" I grumbled, and stared up at the ceiling.
"You're gonna make a hole in the wall" Fang looked at me.
"I'll fix it if I do" I grunted, raising my head to hit the wall again.
"Who's room is on the other side?" Max asked curiously.
"Nobody's. the outside is on the other side." I went to hit the wall again, but a hand was there.
"God" Fang winced as my head collided with his hand.
"That was stupid," I took his hand from the back of my head. "You knew I was about to do that."
"I didn't know you were trying to kill yourself with a concussion," Fang shook his hand in the air, and put it on my shoulder. "Stop it"
"I deserve to die" I grumbled, laying my head on the wall leaving my neck extended.
"NO you don't" Gasman protested, leaning against me; his head nestled against my neck.
"Gasman's right" Fang ran his hand through my bangs.
"Nudge wants me dead," I muttered. "She wants me in a hole in the ground"
"That's not true," Gasman said. "She doesn't want that" he shook his head.
"You don't know that, Gazzy" I rubbed his shoulder gently.
"There's no way Nudge wants you dead," Iggy said. "She can't stay mad for long. She'll come around"
"You of all people would know that" I moved Gasman gently, and started to get off my bed.
"Where do you think you're going?" Fang grabbed my shoulder.
"Out of my room" I started to move again.
"Why?" Max asked.
"'Cause I have to pee" I pushed Fang's hand off my shoulder and started walking awkwardly towards the bathroom.
"Do you think Alex is really okay?" Gasman whispered.
"She'll be fine" Max concluded.
"It's just a couple bruises" Fang nodded.
"Not that," Gasman looked down at his hands. "She was crying yesterday, when she came home. And, she was crying last night when I told her I had a bad dream…"
"It was probably because she was in pain, Gazzy" Max half-covered. She didn't really know why I had any reason to cry.
"What really happened yesterday Iggy?" Max half glared at him.
"I think she's coming" Fang murmured.
I walked into the room, and sat down at my desk. The laptop was still in my room, and it was still on the 'Fangs Blog' homepage. I typed in my password and sat there, staring at the page. I exited out of the page, and looked at my background. It was a picture Fang took of me and Gasman when we first moved into our new house.