So I got in a car accident and got a concussion and everything and I've been pretty out of it for the last week...ish. Anyways, sorry it's so short, but it's honestly the best I can do right now because it hurts my head to write right now, but I should be better by his time next week.

Nudge POV

There wasn't a moment that Iggy seemed to doubt his decision to support me, even after learning that there were two. I, on the other hand, freaked out at that point. What was going to happen to my body? Was I even big enough? Would my stomach just pop like a balloon before the babies had a chance to get out? I had read online about women pregnant with twins, but I hadn't really paid that much attention because I didn't know I was having twins. Nor did I think that it was a possibility because it always seems like all the twins I know are creepy white twins that show up in horror movies.

"What are you thinking?" Iggy asked on our way home.

"I really want a cheeseburger right now," I stated, not trusting myself to talk about the pregnancy without freaking out on the outside as well.

"Seriously?" He asked, giving me a 'look'.

"What? You've never been pregnant. Our cravings are worse than a teenage boy after football practice," I reminded him. "You might want to get me that cheeseburger within fifteen minutes or this whole day might be ruined."

He sighed and signaled to pull into a McDonald's, but I cleared my throat. Looking at me, he questioned. "What?"

"Not this cheap crap," I muttered. "No, I'm talking a fifteen dollar burger from downtown."

He rolled his eyes. "God, you and Max are going to ruin me with your expensive cravings."

Max POV

Colors and images come very easily to me, but words always seem to stump me. When I was taking state mandated tests in elementary school, I would draw pictures relating to the prompt instead of writing an essay. Needless to say I always got unsatisfactory in that area, but once there was a note from the essay grader saying that the picture made it very clear that I understood the prompt deeply, but unfortunately it couldn't be graded in that way.

"You look like your head is about to explode," commented Ella, who handed me a bag of chips. "Here's some comfort food."

I took the chips and crammed my mouth full of them. Salt seems to numb the pain in my brain after I think too hard for too long. "Stupid Fang, he can bullshit all this stuff...as for me, I'm not good at the art of bullshitting."

"Actually he's been sitting in his room for two hours," she told me. "Whatever this project you guys are doing is affecting you inside."

I raised an eyebrow. "What the hell do you mean by that?" I asked.

"If this essay or whatever was something that wasn't important to you, then it would be really easy because you wouldn't have to get in touch with yourself on a deeper level," she explained in a 'duh' tone, as if it were obvious.

"This essay isn't important to me," I corrected her.

"Ah, but the topic is. By the way, what is the topic?" She asked. "Fang refuses to open his door, so it really has me guessing."

"Basically we have to write about what the other person has taught you about life."

She sighed, shaking her head. "That explains it all."

When I didn't say anything to respond to her, she decided that she better continue. "This grade or essay may not be important to you, although I think this is what might make or break Fang's grade in English, but anyways, the subject is important to you because you two are important to each other and your heart won't let you half-ass this stuff."

Only Ella could put somemthing so eloquently while also having a foul mouth.

"Seriously, I keep forgetting that you're three years younger than me."

Ella POV

I think I sounded like every girly girl in every teen chick flick or play or book out there. 'Should I text him, should I text him not' The only difference between the girl from the Renaissance picking petals off of flowers and me was that I was using a phone app to do it instead of a real flower.

How long should I wait? If I did it too quickly, then I could seem desperate and we didn't want that. I also didn't want to think that he had control over me (even though he had been desperate enough to steal my phone to put his number in it without having the guts to just ask for it). But also if I waited for too long, then he also might think that I didn't have a single shred of interest in him, which would have been totally wrong. So how long was too long? They need to invent a clock that tells us these things.

Right as I decided to text Dylan, my phone buzzed with his name on it. 'I guess you don't have time to text me?'

More quickly than I should have I texted back I don't remember giving my number to you.

I gave myself two mental slaps, one for sounding like a bitch in the text and one for sounding like an obsessed fangirl in my thoughts.

no I sent myself a message in your phone

If my judgement wasn't fogged by lust, then I might think that was a bit stalkerish, but I didn't think that at the moment. If love is blind, then lust is foggy, and I couldn't see through this lusty haze surrounding me.

So yeah, Ella's gotten pretty deep this chapter, but I'm not sure that it's going to last.