One Letter Stand

A/N: I did not lie.

Disclaimer: I, Tassel630, do not own Max Ride. And neither does Nom-Kitty. I think. *shifty eyes*

U is for: Underwire
By Nom-Kitty

"Hey Iggy?"

He looked up at Fang with what seemed to be a glint of wisdom in the corner of his sightless eyes. The kind of wisdom that only a blind person could have. Especially Iggy, since he probably had all the knowledge in the world. Okay. That's what he needed. Some smartitude.

"What's underwire?"

"Uh... what?" Iggy looked as though he had been impaled through the gut with an incredibly sharp waffle. Or as though he just discovered that his breakfast decided they wanted that oh-so abundant knowledge of his and would do anything in their power to get it.

The point is though, was that Fang indeed was mistaken. That glint was probably that of stupiditude. But then again, Fang was the one asking him in the first place. "I heard Max and Nudge talking about it."

"Hmmm... How do I explain this?" He directed his eyes towards the ceiling. "It's part-eh, just go ask Max."

Fang narrowed his eyes at this, but didn't protest. Turning on his heel, he was just about to leave before Iggy decided it best to tackle him to the ground yelling "WAIT!"

"What!"

"In stead of asking her, you should find out for yourself!"

"How?" For Fang had already tried using Google to find out, but was caught by Jeb before he could even press enter. It wasn't, afterall, his turn to use the computer. It was Angel's.

"Y'know."

"..."

"Poke."

Contrary to before, Fang's eyes widen to impossible widths once his perverted, teenage boy hormones smacked him in the face. Iggy was laughing like a maniac.

"Where, exactly?"

"U-"

"Iggy? Fang? What're ya doing?" Standing before them was Angel, in all her toddler-ish, loli ways. She was staring down at them with this albeit creepy, I-caught-you-and-now-face-my-wrath sort of expression on her face. You could call it smug. But whatever you wanted to call it didn't matter. The way the light hit her portrait... It made her seem more of a maniac than pervy ol' Iggy.

"Nothing," they said in unison.

"I heard something about... underwire?"

"Nope," once again in unison.

"Oh, Maaaaax~!"

A/N: And ze next chapitre shall be: V is for Verily Vaunted, by Akira43. Go bother her to finish it. Oh, and review also. Nom-Kitty would enjoy it.