"You're Just Jealous" Told by Max:
The roar of the van that we, erm, borrowed without permission and are going to forget to give back reverberates in my ears as I sleepily lean my head against the window. I'm about to join the night world around me and fall asleep when a bump jolts the van, casing me to slam the side of my head against the window.
"Ow." I mutter before leaning my head back against the window. I hear Fang shuffling around beside me, but can't get myself to care enough to tell him to keep his eyes on the road.
Suddenly something soft pelts the side of my face. I grab the pillow from my lap where it had fallen and lay my head against it.
"I like your pillow." I mumble.
"Yeah, it is pretty soft." Fang answers.
I rub my face in it. "Smells like you." I comment still mumbling.
"Probably because I have my head on it every night."
"Mmmm." I hum as I rub my face in it some more.
"Oh, come on. You're getting your germs all over it." Fang teases.
"Get over it!"
"You guys are so weird." Iggy says from the row behind us, probably still feeling dejected from me not letting him drive.
While I glare daggers at him, Fang says, "To quote the Great Max, get over it."
I put my face back in his pillow to hide my smile.
"Oh, no. She's rubbing off on you!" Iggy says in mock horror.
"Oh, you're just jealous that you aren't awesome as I am."