Natural Highs

Jeez, I've been on this one a lot, haven't I? (Of course, for my HP fic, I have to think up an idea every time. With this one, I have them all written down. XD *cheater*)

In other news, my friend Talvana (also on ; you should look her up) is forcing me to audition for the school musical. Huh.

Disclaimer: *lols at the idea of James Patterson in a musical*

Chapter 21: Accidentally Overhearing Someone Say Something Nice About You

"Yeah, Iggy's funny, I suppose, but I think I love Max the most."

My head involuntarily cocked to the side. Turns out, when the house is clean, you can hear things people are saying in other rooms. Wild, huh?

I put my milk down as Iggy said petulantly, "Gee, thanks."

"No, it's not that I don't like you, Ig," Nudge tried to cover. "It's just that Max takes care of us."

"Wait, what are we talking about?" Gazzy asked, and I could sense the confusion in his tone. Oh, Gasman. Must've just walked in.

"Well, Iggy said Fang was his favorite, because we were bugging him but Fang wasn't," Angel explained in a rambling voice. "So Nudge and him started arguing about favorites, and Nudge said Max is her favorite. She's mine too." The warm glow of pride surged through my veins. I was the favorite of two bird kids. Beat that.

"I like Max too!" Gazzy interjected, not wanting to be left out of the claiming.

"This feels like Truth or Dare," Iggy chortled. "You all spilling your favorite person, and all."

"I like her because she's pretty and she tucks me in, like a mommy, even though she's not my actual mommy," Angel clarified her reasoning sweetly. D'awww. Stop it, I'm blushing.

"Even though she takes away our stuff sometimes, I still love Max," Gazzy went on with his explanation.

"She's really brave, you know, when we're fighting and stuff," Nudge cut in. "Who's your favorite, Fang?"

There was a silence. I could tell Fang was pondering.

"Max," he said finally. Nothing else. But still. I'm totally the majority favorite.

The air in the next room grew expectant. After a moment, Iggy cracked.

"All right, she's my favorite too," he blurted. Cheers went up across the wall, as well as in my head. I was unanimous! "I feel like she gets me, you know? You wouldn't think of Max as an empathetic being, but she is…"

I retreated to my room so as to do a short happy dance undisturbed, leaving Iggy's thought trailing behind me.

Yay Max. She does rather rock, doesn't she?

So for a lot of the latest chapters, the prompts have been really cheesy and dorky, and when I look to see what they are so I can actually write the fic, my brain starts to hurt a little and my teeth rot a bit too. Wait – what's the next one? *checks list* Oh, okay, this one isn't completely smooshy. Hooray.