Disclaimer- All characters that aren't in the books belong to me. All the ones that are belong to James Patterson.

A/N- Okay, this chapter will not be very explicit, but just as a warning-

This is a MATURE rated story. There will be smut. There will be sex. Kinky, XXX rated things will occur. I'm simply trying to establish some sort of plot beforehand. Some backstory, so I get a better feel of the characters. But this isn't a kid story. Read my other Twilight story, the smutty one. See that masturbating? Yeah. That will have nothing on this. I may only be fourteen, but I love writing smuff(smutty fluff. ohhh or maybe flutt. like, fluffy smut. ). So young children BEWARE!

Iggy POV

I listened to her frantic footsteps flutter out the door and even stuck around to her her sob a few times as she got into the car. Does she regret telling me? Does she think I hate her? Does she not want to accidentally lead me on? God, does she know what she does to me?

We were sitting there and I was reveling in the way she felt against me, breathing restlessly and wriggling around in my lap. It only took a moment for my thoughts to begin a less than innocent path. A path it seemed to be taking very often when I was holding Kaze. She said my name but I was tired after fighting and barely acknowledged her speaking. That was, until I felt her warm lips attach themselves to my neck.

Now, Kacey loves to display her affection. I alway hear her hug my family, kiss the crew. She's always held me, kissed me on the shoulder or hand, as well as other little things. But when she kisses my neck... Now there's an event to be celebrated. Sad thing is, she hardly ever does it. I wonder if she gets amused by the unsteady beat of my heart when it occurs.

Her mouth worked slowly, taking their time applying the softest and most irritatingly unfulfilling pressures, until she reached my collarbone. She gently scraped her teeth against it and sighed on my chest, blowing air on my jugular. How could she not feel the muscles in my body jerk at her touch?

She smiled against me. "I'm so glad that we're friends... I love you."

Her smile faded as I tensed beneath her. My thoughts raced as I remained silent and I felt her getting panicked. I wondered if it was deliberate on her part. The way she kissed me beforehand, ground her narrow hips into mine, her tiny hands firm against my chest... the way she made sure to say friends and love directly together seemed specially designed to confuse me and sadden me at the same time. Nobody could have this large on an affect on me and it not even be intentional. That would be impossible.

I pulled my arms from her, not wanting to seem too intimate. I didn't want to scare her off. She might not have realized it, but we never voiced our feelings. They just were. Having her confirm that she loved me was intimidating. I knew she loved me. I loved her. We were best friends, and best friends... well, they love each other. ButI didn't know what to say back. If I just say- 'I love you.' then it could be taken romantically, and I didn't want her to get freaked out. If I don't she could get angry. I felt my face go blank with concentration.

Her fingernails dug into my shoulders and with her face pressed against my shirt, I clearly felt her eyes become moist with unshed tears. Her frail frame trembled as she yanked herself up and stood there in front of me. I just sat there lamely, scrambling for the proper words. "Kacey, I just-" She left. "-love you too." Shit. I dismissed the penetrating feel my family's gazes and tried do the same with the resonating sound Kacey's words while I walked up to my room, collapsing on my bed.

"I. Am. A. Fucking. Idiot." With every word, I slammed my head into a math textbook.

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LATURRRRRR HOMIES
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It was one day after the... whatever the fuck that was. Eh. Get this...She calls me up and I'm practically doing a happy dance as Max hands me the phone. The conversation went like this-

"Iggy?"

"Um, Kaze. Hey."

"I wanted to apologize for running out yesterday. I was embarassed after you didn't say anyth-"

"It's fine! Really. I know you just meant as friends, but my mind froze a little."

Silence. Um...

"Yeah... sure. Anyways, you forgive me for blurting it out?"

I nodded, then remembered she couldn't see me. "Totally. You know I love you too, right?"

She laughed a little and I knew everything was all smoothed out. "Sure, sure. I gotta go, sorry... Love ya Iggs!"

My heart lurched. "Love you Kacey." The other line went dead and I smiled, handing the phone to Max. I could feel her girly romanticness coming through as she hugged me and squeeled. "I'm so happy you two are together again!"

It's now a week from the whole things, and I'm happy as can be. And overjoyed that Ryan and Dem didn't find out I made her cry. I would be twisted around a telephone poll in nothing but my boxers if he found out. Trust me, I've heard many stories about that happening to quite a few people. At the time, I was outside with Kacey as she ran through our yard, enjoying the slightly cooler weather. It's Arizona people, there's not going to be any snow. I was listening to the leaves crackle in the wind, and then, out of the blue, a tiny little body knocked mine into a huge pile of leaves. Wha-?

"Kaze, get off!" She was straddling me and trying to maneuver her way through the leaves. There were so many, and it was getting alarming to have everywhere I put my hands be leaves. This is desert area, where did they all come from?! She finally stopped struggling and simply lay on top of me, curled into my chest. Awww, she was like a kitten. Wow, I need to stop talking to Angel. Her long sleeved shirt was chafing against my bare arms, obviously littered in something like sequins. One thing I didn't know whether I despised or adored about Kacey was her knack to wear rather covering clothes.

"Iggy, what do you want for Christmas?" I wrapped my arms around her and put my head on hers, shrugging. "I have everything I already want." She snorted. "No, really. I have you and the guys, my family, my flock... I'm finally safe." I just noticed how breakable she was. She may be a tough fighter, but she was so small. And delicate. She was the most fragile thing I ever held. I felt fingers scan over my wings through my shirt and I frowned disapprovingly. She always asked to see my wings. I always said no.

"How about... a trip somewhere?" She hesitated and sounded almost guilty. My hands trailed to her waist, gripping there tightly. My fingers wrapped all the way around and I suddenly pondered how we must look to my family, who was just inside. "Ig, I don't know who you want to spend Christmas with. So I was thinking that if you wanted to spend it with your family, then afterwards all of us -including your family- could go to Phoenix or something. I would pay for all the expenses of course."

So this is what this was all about? We had split holidays before, and she was probably bothered by who I was choosing this time. I kissed her head, smelling her caramel shampoo. Who the hell uses caramel shampoo? "How about we all spend Christmas at this house, together, and then we all go on the trip? With me paying part of it of course." I heard her silky laugh as she agreed and had to chuckle with her. Tomorrow was the night of the Christmas dance. The school didn't have one, so the community center hosted one for all the teenagers in the area.

Now... how to ask her to go with me and not act like a dork doing it... Aha!

"Kaze, who are you going with to the dance tomorrow?" Okaaaay. so it was dorky. But it worked. "Nobody." Her answer was sharp, like she was supposed to say something after it but just decided not to. Please enter awkward silence here. I managed to grab her thighs and yank her into a sitting position. I was amazed to feel my hands wrap nearly all the way around them. Can we say skinny? "You are now." I knew by now she was cocking an eyebrow and in just a few seconds it would fade into an expression of bewilderment. Sure enough, she spoke with it in her tone.

"Wha- you mean, with you? I mean, I'm not complaining or anything, it's just people are usually embarassed to go in very public places with me-" I cut her off, sitting up to (I hope) face her. "I go in public with you all the damn time."

"Yeah but Iggs... people will consider us dating. I usually don't go out with guys like you." Is she embarassed by me? "Ig, hun, I don't want you getting a worse rep." Nope, still my good ol' secretly worrisome Kacey. "Kace. First off- My rep can't get much worse than the crazy blind freak. Second- People, uh, already think we're dating." My voice got considerably quieter near the end and my face went red. Her body heat went up under my hands (which were contentedly still wrapped around her thighs), so I could only assume she was blushing as well.

She cleared her throat and kissed behind my ear. "Well, I guess there's nothing to lose then." She hopped off of me, stumbling through the leaves, laughing as I had to crawl my way out. I was about to walk back to the house when I felt her hop on my back, legs around my waist, hands grasping my shoulders. I stumbled in shock and grabbed her legs automatically. "RODEO!" Wincing at her screech, I walked to the door, tripping a little. She dug her knees into my hips, causing me to stagger once I reached the doorway.

"Ow! Kace, that actually hurt." She bit my neck and I yelped. "Hurry Iggs, I need to go get a dress, and shoes, and makeup, and find out where to do my hair, get some new jewelry..." Her list went on and freakin on. Shut up! Please! Just, lord have mercy on my soul, make it stop. She kept asking about dress colors, shoe styles, different jewelry... Why the fuck would I know? I'm blind lady. "Kaze, sweetie? How about you talk to Max about all this stuff." She hopped off my back when we got to the living room where Max and Fang were arguing about cars or something.

Just as I was getting ready to bolt, Kacey's arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me to her. I concentrated on keeping still and ignoring the stares on the back of my head as she dragged her lips across my neck slowly. My hands clenched into fists when she pressed herself against me and bit my earlobe lightly. "You can go now hun." But now I don't want to... I sighed sadly as she peeled herself off me.

Max POV

I wish Iggy could have seen himself. He was as stiff as a board, visibly restraining himself from slamming her into a wall to have his own damn happy way with her. Ha. And her. She was so clueless to not even notice the desire fogging up his eyes. She didn't think twice about leaning and watching his backside until he was all the way up the stairs. Kacey turned to me, glowing in sheer bliss. Okay then...

"Iggy just asked me to the dance!" Cue girly squeels from both of us. I hopped up and grabbed her arms. "Oh. My. God. We have to go to the mall and buy you new... well, everything! Ugh, I wish somebody had asked me." I pursed my lips and frowned. Kacey's eyes glinted and she smirked, turning to Fang, who was currently reading. Probably trying to ignore us. Yeah, like that'll work. "Hey Fangy-Poo? Will you 'escort' Max to the dance tomorrow? Me and Iggy are going, and it's not really a date. Please?" I flushed and opened my mouth to speak, then closed it again. I probably looked like a fish.

I didn't dare look at him, instead looking at the bloodstains Iggy had let on the carpet. "Uh, sure. I guess. Do I have to wear a tux?" He said yes! YAY! Ohhh, Fang in a tux. My body got hot again, but for a different reason than embarrassment. I shook my head to clear my less than chaste thoughts. "Yeah, you do... Okay Maxaroni! To the mall we go!" And to the mall we went. It was almost like sisterly bonding, except we had totally different tastes. It was real fun though!

Shopping with Kacey was... interesting. She considered a dress made from tinfoil, one of recycled paper, and another that looked like big bird to me. We decided together to avoid anything with to much Christmas spirit. Nobody wants to be a walking cliche. Eventually, I ended up with a strapless dark blue plaid dress that went just below my knees. It had a small bow at my waist and I wore black stockings with blue pumps. I bought some little black gloves and some imitation sapphire earrings.

Kacey got a short, strapless, satin dress in metallic gold. It barely brushed the beginning of her thighs, which was pretty unusual for her. She never showed skin. If she wore a short skirt, she had tights or something under it to hide herself. It shocked me to see the rest of her skin was paler than her face. Her skin almost looked clear, and stark white. I couldn't imagine her being self-concious about her body, especially since she was so damn skinny. To make it more her own, she paired it with deathly high heels and lacy black gloves.

I was sort of worried about Nudge and Ryan. They decided together not to go to the dance, instead opting for a strange thing called Eclipse Prom. Whatever. They're missing out.

We got home and I put on my outfit for the next day, making sure it was perfect. Kacey flounced around my room in just her underwear, chattering endlessly. "I hope Iggy likes my dress. Maybe he'll hate that I'm showing so much skin! He doesn't seem like he would though. Hm, I bet him and Fang will look totally hot in their tuxes. Demetri looks good in one, ya know? Cause he's so skinny. He's not going though. There's some car show he's going to. He only goes because he likes to brag about his grandpa's Cadillac. He left it to Dem when he died. Sweet, huh? OH! And guess what-"

She was going through my closet, and I couldn't help but look away every time she turned around, flashing me her uncovered chest. There was a quick knock at the door and Fang strode in, stopping cold when he saw Kacey's state of undress. Poor girl. I hope he doesn't say anything mean. He can get cruel sometimes. Waiting for him to make snappy remark and leave... Um... My brow furrowed as I watched his face go scarlet and his eyes scan over her, drinking in her figure. She was fumbling with the ends of her hair, pale eyes skipping around the room. I looked back and forth between them, waiting for some sort of exchange.

I cleared my throat, anger and something else I couldn't identify flooding over me, drowning any common sense I had. "S'cuse me Fang? You can quit drooling and leave now, thank you." I was startled at hearing my voice so even, so cold. He glanced halfway at me, not quite meeting my eyes, and gave Kacey one last look before he turned and left. Kacey slipped on a shirt and grabbed my hand. "Did you see that? Everytime you looked away from him, he would stare at you like you're a queen! Don't you worry one bit about how you look, he loves it. He didn't look anywhere but my bellybutton, seriously."

I met her eyes with doubt. "Really? Cause he seemed pretty interested in you," My tone indicated more but she ignored it. "No way. His eyes were all for you, baby." We laughed together. At first I only liked Kacey because she made Iggy happy, but now I really am beginning to enjoy her company.

Kacey POV

Oh, those silly little lovebirds. They just need a little push in each other's direction, that's all. I spent an hour to talking to Nudge, Gaz, and Angie about random shit. I eventually got bored and decided to do a rendition of The Nutcracker.

I was dancing ballet down the hall and nearly fell over when I looked into Iggy's room. I always knew he had a sorta-kinda gym going on in there. He had a set of weights and a treadmill. He was currently yanking himself into a pull-up, holding onto a bar I had never noticed on his ceiling. He was shirtless, obviously forgetting I was in the house. My eyes weren't on his wings, however. They were trained on much better areas of his anatomy. I carefully tiptoed in, closing the door. Ah, he was wearing an IPod, that's why he couldn't hear me.

I was positive he could hear my heartbeat increase anyway as I watched his lean arms strain in exertion to lift himself. His abs flexed as sweat ran down his stomach towards the small trail of hair and into...Oh fuck. The jeans he was wearing slid even lower on his hipbones and I nearly ran over to finish pulling them off. And his wings were glorious. I had never used that word to describe something before, but there's no other word. Everything about Iggy was breathtaking to me, but his wings topped it of. They had to be atleast 14 feet wide when folded out, and they were white. White with reddish streaks and tips, perfectly matching his hair.

His song ended and I was suddenly embarrassed, knowing I would be caught staring. Sure enough, mortification fell over his features as comprehension dawned on him. The IPod was thrown off to the side and I was sad to see a shirt slide on and cover his chest and stomach. "I-I'm so sorry for just walking in like that." Stuttering, voice shaking... I must sound guilty. He was facing away from me and I was terrified he would whirl around and tell me I was a disgusting bitch.

Tears sprang to my eyes as he sat on the bed and put his head in his hands, still horribly silent. We had to have just stayed like that for five minutes before I couldn't hold it any longer. The moisture in my eyes spilled over and I barely choked back a sob, instead hiccuping. He was very strict about me never seeing his wings. Iggy had forcefully emphasized it would be awful for me to see them. My vision blurred and curled up in a chair next to the bed, sobbing into my knees.

Then he was there, cradling me in his lap on the chair. He muttered something about love in my ear and I welded my fingers to his shirt. Smoothing back my hair he continued to tell me he loved me and was sorry. Love? Sorry?

...huh?

"Iggy, I-I'm so sorry! I know you didn't want me to see! B-But they're beautiful... Please don't hate me!" I let out a long wail, collapsing into his chest. He cupped my cheeks, forcing me to meet his blue eyes, even though he can't see mine. "They... They don't disgust you? Scare you?" I shook my head furiously, wrapping my arms around his neck. He rested his forehead against mine, sighing. God he smells intoxicating. I leaned in and put my head in middle of his chest, inhaling deeply.

Pulling myself tighter against him, I laughed, noticing he was still all gross and sticky from sweat. "Iggs, you're all gross!" I leaned away from him and he held me securely in his lap, laughing with me. "So hun... we cool?" He paused, and that pause was such excrutiating torture for my soul. My stomach felt like a rung out rag, and suddenly my heart felt to big for my ribs, but shriveled and used up at the same time. "Of course. Always. You'll have to put up with me forever." I glowing at the idea and wrapped my legs around his waist, winding my fingers into his hair.

"Poor little me." Unthinkingly, I leaned in and kissed him on the lips for a brief second. A hand on the back of my neck prevented me from pulling away more than an inch. I was suddenly all too aware of my chest and hips flush against his, the way his smell was making me dizzy, and how his cool hand had slipped under my shirt to press against the small of my back. What were we doing? Nevermind, I don't think there's a word for all the pleasure I was feeling right then.

It was like an unspoken rule that we didn't kiss on the lips. It was too couple-ish. But you know what? Who needs labels. Whatever we were doing, I fucking liked it.

Tightening my legs, I kissed him again, gently. Feeling his chin tilt forward and hand urge me on, I began really kissing him. Pawing at him with need, I opened my mouth allowing him to slowly explore. His tongue stroked mine and I bit his lip, pulling with my teeth. There was no hiding my low moan of content as his hand traveled father up my back, pushing my shirt with it. His mouth separated from mine, gasping, as I arched into him. The hand that had been on my neck was suddenly on my thigh, pulling our lower bodies tightly together. He buried his head in my neck when his hips jerked up deeper in between my legs..

It was only when I vaguely heard Fang's footsteps coming from down the hall that I realized how vocal I had been. Murmuring his name, struggling to breathe, whimpering quite desperately... I'll never hear the end of it from Iggy later. His male pride is probably bursting at the seams. He nodded at me, indicating he heard Fang as well. We slid away from each other, trying to make ourselves presentable.Fang walked in, looking decidedly upset. "Ok, I know you guys are having tons of fun, but close the vent next time you want to get jiggy. Every noise you made went straight from your vent and into my room. I don't want to hear the... rewards of your horny escapades."

He closed the door on his way out, leaving me and Iggy redder than ever before. I turned back to Iggy, smiling widely. "Okay, Iggy. Now you have to teach me how to cook."

A/N- LONGEST CHAPTER YO!
Next chapter is the dance. I L-O-V-E writing smut, so it will hopefully happen very soon. Seriously. For the record- No. Fang was not checking out Kacey. Kacey was telling the truth about him watching Max and not looking at her chest.
Any suggestions my dearies? Oh and anyone who reads, PLEASE review this time. I need to know if I should continue. I'm not sure anymore.