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Song of the Update: Don't Move – Phantogram (love this song! 3)

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Nudge's POV:

Nudge was kneeling in the snow with a watery smile on her face.

"I can't believe it's already been three years…It seems like just yesterday we were both freshmen, having our first dates and making fun of Iggy for his stupid haircut," Nudge said and chuckled brokenly to herself. There was a long pause before she continued talking. "Remember when we tried shaving it off while he was sleeping over one time? Yeah? He woke up just as we were finishing the sides and we burst into laughter when…he…sat up…"

Nudge bent over her best friend's grave, letting the tears gather up in her eyes and then watched them as they fall onto the snow-covered ground. Sniffing, she tried to continue.

"We would've had so much fun during our senior trip, too. We…we went to the mountains and hiked and went skiing and ate a bunch of junk food…you would've had a ball…" Her voice came out in fragments. She struggled to come out of her sadness and swiped at the tears that spilled down her chocolate, rosy cheeks. "…Max…we could've had so much fun…I miss you so much, Max…when you disappeared, no one was the same…Please, come back, Max…please…"

She sat there, praying and staring at the gray tombstone, until her sobs calmed down to a hiccup that racked her body every once in a while. Max had been gone for three years. No one knew where she went. And the investigators closed the case one year after searching (which was no long enough, she thought), pronouncing her dead when they had found a body floating in the Colorado River that was in close resemblance to Max.

Though Nudge wasn't too sure it was her that they found in the River. She still had this weird feeling Max was still out there, being her violent and sarcastic self.

Nudge tugged her black coat closer to her body, shivering in the November cold, and stood up in front of Max's grave. It was time for her to go. Nudge promised herself she'd come back next month, even if it was during a blizzard, she'd come and mourn for her friend.

She and Max and Iggy had grown up together; they went to the same school, lived in the same neighborhood, and played at the same park every day with each other when they were little. They were always in each other's houses, eating each other's food (especially Max), their families always spent holidays together, and they went on trips together every summer. Although they were all in different sports (Nudge in dancing, Iggy in rock climbing, and Max in kickboxing), they went to each other's competitions and cheered them on. They were practically siblings.

She wasn't going to give up on her friend – no, sister – just because of the time that's passed. No matter what anyone says, Nudge will always come back to see Max and remember the years of memories they had together.

After she replaced the wilted white roses on Max's grave with new, bright red ones, Nudge walked back to the path leading to the cemetery's entrance and gazed at the rows and rows of tombstones and the occasional tree.

But Nudge faltered a step when she spotted a tall man in a black suit. He was staring right at her.

Why is he staring at me? I didn't see him when I first walked in…, Nudge thought uncertainly.

She was just about to call out to him when the man reached a hand into his jacket and pulled out a black object. Before Nudge knew what she was doing, the wilted white roses were dropped and the rhythmic sound of her footsteps matched the beat of her quickening pulse. She didn't stop when she got to the end of the path. She didn't stop when she came to the front entrance of the cemetery. The only time she even dared to slow down her pace enough to glance behind her was the exact time when someone decided to be in her path.

Omg, this is it. This is the end, I'm never going to graduate. I'm never going to see my friends again. I'm going to die here and then probably be buried in the middle of the woods and no one will ever find my body and I will never become a dancer or an artist or a photographer or an actress or a director or a successful business woman who also stars in her own talk show and take trips to Paris every weekend and and –

"Nudge? Are you okay?" The familiar voice of her best friend, Iggy, stopped any and all thoughts she was having of dying – well, except for dying of embarrassment. She practically knocked him over when he managed to restrain her from running all the way to the nearest shoreline (California).

"Iggy?" She squeaked. Iggy laughed and released her.

"The one and only, at your service, mademoiselle." Nudge smacked his arm and he light-heartedly chuckled. "Why were you running? Did your Nudgey-senses see me coming?"

"No! There was a man…with a taser..."

"With a taser?" Iggy said with wide eyes.

"I was visiting Max and he was there…"

"And you ran when you saw him pull it out." Nudge just nodded. "Alright, then we should get out of here. We don't know how far he was behind you. Let's go." Iggy wrapped a protective arm around Nudge and led her to his car.

"Wait, my bike – " Iggy was already ahead of her, lifting up her bike into the bed of his truck. Nudge took a moment to admire her best friend's muscular forearms that peaked out from the pushed up sleeves of his blue sweater. Unsurprisingly, he wasn't wearing a coat in the dead of Colorado winter. He rarely got cold; he was practically his own personal furnace.

"Hey, Nugget. You ready?" At Iggy's words, Nudge jumped and turned to open the door to hide the obvious blush covering her entire face.

"Don't call me that."

"What – Nugget?" We both got into his car.

"Yeah."

"NUGGET!"

"IGGY! I SWEAR ON MY ENTIRE WARDROBE, I WILL KILL YOU!" She yelled at him as he pulled out into the street and headed to the school.

"Psh, your threats are nothing compared to…" His words died in his throat.

"Max's?" Iggy nodded, chuckling as he continued to tease her. But, Nudge could still see his eyes linger around the sad thought of their missing friend. Iggy and Nudge had spent months mourning over Max, comforting each other in a way no one else could. They had both lost one of their best friends.

"We're here, Nugget." Nudge looked begrudgingly out her window and saw the gold and black sign that read 'Ford Valley High School' . "Do you want me to carry you to the front doors? You might still be a little tired from running." Iggy grinned and, as much as she wanted to take that offer with open arms, Nudge stuck her tongue out at him and exited the car by herself.

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