Nudge's POV

I watched Max fly off. At first, this was only a dream to me. But when I heard Fang flying after her and calling her name, it hit me that his was cold, hard reality.

What the heck was going on? I mean Max looked… scared, yes scared, of Fang. Since when did that happen? Angel had told me about the times that Max had run away from Fang after he kissed her, but this was totally different.

I looked over my shoulder to see Angel still sleeping in the bed that Max and she shared. I let out a breath of relief. There was no way she should see Max like this. She's seen enough horror in her life. Enough horror for anyone anywhere, actually. I mean, she was the one that had been kidnapped and experimented on at the School, not even a year ago. There was hard breathing, I whipped around, but no one was there. It was from me, I realized after a few seconds. Come on, I can't be the blonde one of the flock. For God sakes, my hair is freaking black, the total opposite. Okay, now I was being totally stupid.

So I crept into the living room, yeah this hotel room had a living room. I didn't want to wake her up, if she wasn't already woken up. She always wakes up at the worst times, it freaks everyone out sometimes. Except, Fang does it better when sneaking up on people. Scares the crap out of Max sometimes.

"Midnight snack?" Someone guessed behind me, almost making me jump.

"Yeah." I lied, not wanting to say anything about Max and Fang.

"Nudge, I know when you're lying, I'm not completely stupid." He said, kind of insulted.

"Well, why do you think I'm here?" I challenged.

"You heard Max and Fang flying off?" He guessed.

"Why didn't you guess that before?"

He pondered it for a moment and shrugged. "I don't really know."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Don't know. I heard Max come through the kitchen and take off of the patio." He said, pointing to the open sliding door. I walked over and closed it, it was really windy out tonight. "fang, who I thought was dead asleep, jumped up and told me he was going after her. So it must have been something really bad to freak her out so easily."

"Hey, I'm supposed to be the talkative one." I cried.

"Yeah, in case you haven't noticed, I've had to take over for you since you haven't been talking all that much." He defended himself.

"Wow, you really are talking a lot." I muttered.

"Yeah, and you're not talking enough." He accused.

"I thought everyone hated it when I talked to much." I said, confused. Iggy always covered my mouth with his hand when I got started on something. No one knew this, but it kind of hurt my feelings when people did that. But I didn't tell anyone that, because I had to give them a break. I mean, come on, I talked a lot.

"Yeah, we do." He confessed. "It's just weird when you don't talk, though."

"You're horrible at pep talks, you know?" I said.

"Yeah, but I'm going into the bomb making business, didn't you know that?" He said in his best 'duh' voice. He sounded like Gazzy when I didn't know something. But it's not like he had the best education in the world either.

"Right." I said, not really falling for it. I mean, we were going to probably going to be on the run for the rest of our lives, to be honest with ourselves.

"It's a possibility." He said.

"Yeah, not a very good one though."

"Okay, now there's something really wrong. You, of all people, are being pessimistic." She said, sounding shocked.

"No, I'm being realistic." I corrected him.

"Same thing, you're always looking on the bright side of things and finding the good in people." He explained. "What up with you not doing that any more?"

"There's no way you're going to believe me." I warned.

"Just tell me what it's about." He said.

"Fang." I might as well have so fun, right?

"Fang?" He asked, as if trying to make sure he'd heard right. Maybe his ears were going too. That would just freaking suck for him. But, no, he'd had heard it perfectly well.

"Yup." I said.

"Oh." He said, disappointment filling his tone. "Okay, I get it. He's the tall, dark, and mysterious type. You guys have always seemed closer since getting Angel back-

"He's my brother." I objected.

"Okay, so he's just like a brother to you, okay." He sounded relieved now.

"No, he's literally, my blood related brother." I said.

"Well, of course you are, by bird blood." Oh my God, this was taking longer than I thought it would.

"No, he's humanly related to me, by human blood." I said, slowly this time so he'd get the point.

"How's that possible?" He asked.

"Okay, well you see, when a man and women love each other very much, they –

"You're so perverted for a eleven year old." He said, shaking his head in disappointment.

"And you aren't?"

"Touché." He said.

He'd been saying that a lot. Maybe there were a lot of Japanese people in California. Maybe that's why he's so hung up on that work touché. I shuttered, thinking about us splitting up again. I really hoped that wouldn't happen again. But the reality was that there was a chance that it could happen. Since Max was so pissed off at Fang. Well this time, I wouldn't be choosing sides. It'd be, stay together, or I'm getting out of everyone's lives. But of course, I wouldn't be such a loss to the flock.

"Okay." I took a deep breath, hoping to get it across this time. "Fang and I are half siblings. His mom and dad are both Italian. My dad's Italian, which would explain so much about my nose and lips. Fang and I have the same dad. I just turned out to look mostly like my mom. Every data base that had Fang and I in there, said something about that. So, I'm pretty sure. And we kind of have the same eyes and nose, so yeah."

Okay talkative Nudge was definitely back. Crap, that wasn't good.

Iggy was in shock. "But you two are so different."

"Angel and Gazzy are pretty different and they're siblings. And they both grew up together. Plus, of course we're going to be different, I mean, I'm a girl and he's a guy."

He was still in shock.

"I like my best friends sister?" He muttered.

I choked on my spit. I coughed for a second, Iggy looking at me with concern, and embarrassing. "What?" I managed to throttle out.

"Nothing." He lied.

"I know you're lying, Iggy, I'm not stupid." I mocked.

"Is that okay?" He asked.

"What?"

"What I just said."

"I guess so."

Okay, this was most definitely the most awkward moment in my life.