I noticed that Iggy hadn't moved. "Iggy? You can go to sleep, I'll take first watch," I told him.

He shook his head. "Nah, I'm not tired."

I went over to him and sat down. For one weird reason, I found myself looking at his face. His eyes were blur, a dull blue, but still sharp. His nose wasn't too big, his mouth was set in a neutral line. His blond hair came to rest just below his neck, it was a little longer then most boys' hair but shorter then Fang's…..

"Snow?" Iggy's voice.

I snapped back to attention. "Sorry, what?"

He smiled. "I asked you what your favorite color was. I want to get to know you."

"Oh okay." I nodded. "My favorite color is red."

"Why?" He asked. "Because blood is red?"

I laughed a little. "Good guess, but no. Actually, I like red because it symbolizes everything to me; war, love, happiness, cruelty…..red represents it all. The good and bad. Life isn't a fairytale. It is what it is." I realized I had been blabbering and I stopped.

He nodded. "Makes my favorite color seem lame."

"What's your favorite color?" I asked him with interest.

He smiled. "Well before I went blind…." I winced.

"I loved green. Evergreen, not too dark or light. Right in the middle."

"Why?" I asked. Green always depressed me. That meant someone would die at the school, when they got a green card.

"The trees. They were green. Nature, freedom…..That's all I ever wanted," He said wistfully.

I didn't expect Iggy to be so…what was the word I'm looking for? Deep? Intuitive? He made jokes, was sarcastic, but was a really sweet guy on the inside…..

"Snow? You're drifting off again." Iggy's voice snapped me back to reality.

"Sorry," I apologized quickly.

"So….what do you want to be when you grow up?" He asked me.

"Alive," I told him immediately. It wasn't a joke.

"No, like as a job?" He repeated the question differently.

I sighed. "I never considered it, really. I don't even know if I'll live that long….."

Iggy grabbed my hand gently, holding my hand. "Of course you're going to live that long," He said reassuringly. "I won't let you die. Neither will the rest of the flock."

I smiled a little. "Thanks Iggy, good to know. So," I continued. "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"A prostitute," He answered, his face completely serious.

That's when I lost it. I burst out laughing so hard, I was afraid I'd wake the others up. He had a look of mock hurt on his face.

"You don't think I'd be a good prostitute?"

I burst out laughing again before collecting my cool. "No Ig, you'd be great, I'd totally hire you!"

He beamed, and then we both lost it. The flock awoke a few minutes later, probably confusing as to why Ig and I were laughing our heads off.

Hey guys, Kate here:

Sorry about the short chapter, I just wanted to put the "Iggy and Snow getting to know each other" part into it's own chapter. After this, Snow and Iggy will just be friends, but best friends, they will hardly ever fight. I plan on rewriting all of the Maximum Ride books with Snow in it. Throughout the series, I plan to have them mildly flirt, and Snow will realize her feelings for Iggy much later. But for no, no flirting! They're just best friends... so no Siggy action for awhile. : D