The 2nd chapter.
I got the first drabble from going to the movies with a bunch of my friends, one of them being a guy that my other friend has a crush on …Anyways, the idea struck me like a…striking…thing… and here it is.
I can't believe it.
I'm falling in love with Fang.
I don't know how, I don't know why, and I don't know when this started.
And it's really starting to scare me.
How he flies, how he looks at me with the barest ghost of a smile on his lips, his glittering ebony eyes, his dark, almost purple wings floating on the breeze, his strength, his…his…
Gaah, listen to me. I sound like a frickin' fangirl.
But maybe I am one.
Fang…I dream of his name. I try to think up a last name for him, sometimes, to have something we might share…
I can never find a suitable one. He's beyond description, he's perfect, he's goddamned gorgeous…
I'm just glad he can't read minds…
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"Hey, Angel?"
"What?"
"Can you read Max's mind for me?"
"Sure."
"…"
"So?"
"She's wondering if Iggy found the gunpowder hidden in the pantry, she's worried about what Nudge's doing on the Internet, she's afraid of what'll happen if Gazzy eats too much asparagus…and she…Oh." Angel's cherubic face turned a bright red.
"What?"
"She's thinking about…making out…with…you."
"Oh."
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Enter the Nudge Files.
"So, I was on, like, the Internet? And I, like, found this website, all about, like, things people had, like, swallowed, and had, like, stayed in their body, for like, their whole life. And this one guy, he, like, swallowed a bowling ball, like, somehow, and he, like, was constipated for, like, the rest of his life."
"How interesting. Continue…"
"Is that, like, sarcasm? Cause sarcasm is really bad for, like, people my age. It, like, stunts your growth or something. Do you have any gum?"
"What?"
"I love Juicy Fruit. It's, like, so…fruity. Well, that's probably the reason, like, they called it Juicy Fruit. I really don't like cinnamony gum, it, like, sucks."
"Uh, go on with that tangent."
"What the hell's a tangent? Is it, like, some rare animal? Like an ocelot? I really like ocelots. They're, like, so pretty!"
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Gazzy looked up from his half-made Molotov cocktail. "Hey, Ig?"
"What?" answered the blind teen, toying expertly with a timer.
"You know where Fang and Max are?"
"Probably doing something important."
Something important indeed…Max and Fang were currently making out, much to Angel's chagrin.
"Hey, Nudge?"
"Hn."
"Guess what Max and Fang are doing!!! I'll give you three guesses!"
"Guess one- they're reading some big thick book."
"Wrong."
"Guess two- they're sharing a cutesy goober moment."
"Hm…wrong. More specific."
"IT IS A CUTESY GOOBER MOMENT!?! GAAAAZZZZZYYYYYYY!!!!!!"
The Gasman ran through the door, not bothering to open it, and crashed right into Nudge, making them fall into a rather large, awkward-looking heap at Angel's feet. They both blushed scarlet.
"Ha. Your thoughts are really, really good blackmail material…"
"SHUT UP!" the two chorused. Which sent them into more blushing hysterics.
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Review?
I know there aren't a lot of Nudge/Gazzy fics out there, but hey, seems like a pretty good pairing.