Summary: What if Max and the Flock had never gotten "the talk"? What is the outcome of an adolescence without an adult and knowledge of societal norms?
Chapter Twenty-Three: What is a Pig..?
I went into the kitchen from the staircase, immediately reaching up and getting out some flour and some other ingredients out for Iggy once I'd reached the counter—I'd just woken him up and he was now in the bathroom washing up. He'd looked utterly tired, as if not having gotten enough sleep last night, which was curious, I noted, considering Gazzy was up and energized. I mentally reminded myself to check up on everyone's state of slumber before I, myself, went to bed tonight.
Usually, when they'd stay up on plans for a bomb, Gazzy would be dead tired by morning whereas Iggy would be thrilled to the extent of hyper. Today was neither/or circumstance.
"Max?" I heard Gazzy's high, curious voice sound from behind me. He and Nudge were patiently sitting at the table with their stomaches growling obnoxiously from behind me.
"Yeah, hun?" I asked, faced around, trying to get some pans out from a high cupboard.
"You're walkin' funny," he deadpanned.
A pan immediately fell splat on my head. Oh, the frickin' irony.
Angel daintily and gracefully swum into the room as well, taking a serene seat besides Nudge.
"Yeah, like a duck," she chirped in conversationally.
Mentally, I growled. I guess any other person would've blushed in embarrassment, but whatever. It was still pissing me off how only I had to go through with this shit monthly.
If there was a god out there, screw him. The freaking sexist pig.
A heavy feeling behind me signaled Fang's entrance, which was a glance thrown at the back of my head. He stayed quiet, but turning my head a bit, I could see him stifling a quiet chuckle from the corner of his mouth.. He knew better though, than to say anything.
"But you only do it, like sometimes, though," Nudge voiced her innocence.. Mentally, I sighed. I'd ignore this until it went away. At Nudge's comment, I saw a bigger grin, suppressed, grace Fang's stupid, gorgeous face.
Wait.. since when was his face gorgeous? Since a while ago, a little voice inside of me noted. Since you actually noticed, another one quipped a long with it.
Ugh, the hormones. I pushed the thoughts, and the annoying little voices, outside of my head, and busied myself with ignoring the kids. At least Fang knew to shut up, and keep his mouth shut.
But sometimes, once in a while, he'd send me those little looks that'd remind me that he remembered how he had made me feel the first time I'd gotten my period.. Together on Iggy's bed, when he'd slipped his finger down.. and rubbed up and down.. the exhilarating feeling, the intense atmosphere, his rough voice sinking into my ear in the middle of all that.. ecstasy. The library books said that was what it had been—ecstasy.
And then I'd pushed him away.
Like I'd wanted to do the entire night.
I shook those thoughts out of my head too. Man, there was so much I didn't want to think about these days. And here I thought I was always the confrontational type of person..
"At least she flies better now these days," I heard a deep voice ring out behind me after a moment.
I gave Fang too much credit. Heck knows he knows how and when to keep quiet, my freaking arse.
Correction: He knows exactly when and how to keep quiet—aka all the time, e.g. whenever he wants to—for the convenient exception of opportunistic opportunities in which it is delightfully plausible to irritate me.
I turned around purposefully, after having kept quiet throughout the entire discussion centering around and concerning me, (which might I add, is not an easy thing to keep quiet in the circumstance of), to glare at him pointedly.
I threw him an awful, dirty look at what he'd said, before turning right back around to face the counter. I was trying to busy myself in the kitchen, even though I didn't have anything to do here, having gotten Iggy's things down.. but I really didn't want to go back to that table. It was a unanimous decision to not tell the kids about sex and puberty until we had to and it came up.
Okay. So, we hadn't really figured out the logistics of it.. but heaven knows we weren't going to talk about it anytime soon.. as in.. Fang and I.. discussing.. these things.. with eachother.. anytime.. soon.. to figure out how to tell the kids..
For now.. it was just.. unanimously decided to keep quiet. Which was hard to do, mind you, especially when they kept telling me I waddle like a duck every month. Grah.
Its not like they needed to know about periods, or erections, or how a baby got into a mommy's tummy.. they didn't, I tried to adamantly convince myself.
I'd gone back to the store and returned the shitload of pads and tampons and stuff, opting to exchange all that for a hefty amount of a lot of the more cheaper stuff, rather than half of the entire feminine hygiene aisle.. that Fang had conveniently bought out for me. Trust me, when I say that that exchange was awkward, but I didn't really care. Unfortunately for me though, the cheapest things were large, plus-size maxi-pads—way too large for me. It felt like what I'd imagine a disposable diaper to feel like, not that we'd ever used them. Back when Angel needed them, we would just take turns washing and reusing cloths pieces with her.
Fang smirked at the glare I threw him. And somehow, I found a large blush gracing my face as I turned back, and trust me, the blush was irritating, especially since I didn't quite know why Fang's ever-so-fluctuating facial expressions had that effect on me these days.
That, too, I pushed out of my mind, but Fang was still sitting there, just waiting to elicit a reaction out of me.
Okay, so my previously awful flying had grown positively stellar once I'd acquired the proper undergarments. Who knew that the reason I sucked at flying so considerably much, in comparison to the rest of the flock, was just 'cause of my boobs?
Well, needless to say, it was much easier to fly without weights on your chest dragging you down in the form of two separate, unstable entities. My wings could support me steadily now, since they were being held and supported right against my chest, instead of swinging around haphazardly. Wearing a bra, I'd figured after a while, was a lot more convenient in moving around and such.. it was stable, and there wasn't so much.. jiggling, anymore.
My mind flashed back to months ago—it seemed like ages, that we'd been in the forest, and we'd had to deal with those erections of Fangs, when we didn't know what they were. At some point he'd asked me to sit down and show him my breasts—he'd made me squeeze and pinch them and let them fall against eachother. So, he'd certainly liked the jiggling..
And now he was subtly, secretly, conspicuously bringing to attention that I wore a bra now.
Great. Way to be mature, Fang.
At least Gazzy's OCD-like behavior was quenched with the lack of those circle-dots on my chest, on my shirts. Altogether, I'd learned a lot. Things, I'd figured out, we should've known a long time ago.
It was okay though.. That day afterwards the night Fang had held me on Iggy's bed, I'd gone down to town by myself for the first time in ages. I'd actually entered a store. By myself, I'd bought underwear, figured out what the bare essentials were, tried some stuff on, gone down to the library to do some research myself.
I'd come back, and here we were. This was probably the third period I've gotten since, and I still found myself soiling my underwear in the mornings first, since I didn't know when they'd come. True to Fang's word though—monthly—as the library computers said too as well.
Fang and I.. hadn't talked much about that since afterwards. From what I'd inferred, Fang had completely freaked out after he had woken up that morning afterwards and found me missing. (Note to self: tell the others when I'm planning on going out). However, I'd come back with a considerably sized bag of bare essentials that I'd immediately stuffed into my room, also dragging the enormous bag of sanitary period things he'd bought for me in there. After I'd gotten my stuff together, I'd gone back and returned all the expensive things he'd bought for cheaper ones, and we hadn't talked much about it since. I sort of really didn't want to.
I was Maximum Ride. I took things in stride.. and certainly, I could take care of myself.
I certainly didn't want to talk any abnormal weaknesses. So what if I was a girl? That shouldn't change anything concerning who I was—Max—leader of this flock. Just cause they were guys.. didn't make them any better. Sexism.. was intolerable.
Afterall, those small moments of weakness he was there to share with me, were only there cause we were missing vital pieces of information. Jeez, screw Jeb. You woulda thunk he'd have kindly informed us on matters like bleeding monthly before completely freaking ditching us.
Speaking of shifty matters and people, I threw the table of my kids a shifty glance as the thought crossed my mind of telling them. I so did not want to go through explaining these things to 5, 7, and 10 year old.. as well my other oh-so completely mature 13-year-old, Iggy. With Nudge, it'd probably wise to do so soon, though I wasn't sure how she'd react. I was hoping to god I'd have more time till I had to with her. Iggy, I wasn't yet too sure about. Sure, he was younger than Fang and all, so it still might take a while.. I was desperately hoping so. I was running and hoping on my luck on this.
Looking back on it, I applaud Fang for how he went through handling me.. must've been awkward, I thought wryly, still thinking of the oblivious, innocent little kids sitting behind me.
"Huh, Max?" Fang said after a while, his eyes fixated on my back, a cruel smirk sliding onto his face. He was still subtly referencing my bra, and my boobs, and how my flying had spontaneously, suddenly improved, the oblivious little kids still sitting around him. My previous blush had wiped off in the midst of my recent thoughts, as I angrily turned around to hurriedly throw him another threatening, warning, dirty glare before showing him my back again.
Facing the counter again, I rolled my eyes. He was so freaking sexist.
I heard Iggy waltz into the room and breathed a silent breath of relief. Maybe now we could get some food into their mouths and get them to shut up, consequently stop talking.. about me.. hopefully..
"Hey, Iggy, I've got all the food set out for ya here," I quickly ushered him in. I heard Fang snickering in the distance at my adamant and desperate change of subject. I pointedly ignored his silent jestering and threw Iggy a smile, seemingly wasted on him, but soothing for my own nerves.
"G'morning Iggy!" Angel greeted sweetly.
Iggy yawned loudly, looking a little bit more awake before, and mumbled a response. It was the first time in ages that Gazzy had actually gotten up before him, therefore, breakfast was late.
"So what were you guys talking about," Iggy asked casually as he lazed around to the counter, immediately getting to work and pouring some stuff that he'd whipped in second, into a frying pan.
"Nothing." I replied shortly, quickly shoving myself against the counter hard, before whipping around to open the fridge and lean into it, pretending to occupy myself and peruse through some things.
I saw Fang suppress another smile, his eyes holding a secret mischievous twinkle, and felt that interesting urge to kill him come over me all over again. Still leaning into the fridge, and giving them my back, my fist tightened around the fridge door handle, imagining it to be Fang's neck. He'd certainly grown some audacity..
"Max is waddling like a duck," Nudge answered him, looking over my adamant statement. She was about to go on, probably onto some obscure tangent that would lead to something completely unrelated.
For the first time, in like, ever, I actually wanted her to ramble onto something completely random, but just my luck that Gazzy had decided to take advantage of this particular moment on this particular day to cut her off.
"Yeah, again," he quipped. Mentally, I groaned.
Iggy turned around, leaving a few pans to sizzle on top of the stove again. I got up from inside the fridge and shut it behind me, turning to face them, Iggy still standing a few feet away from me along the counter. I looked Gazzy in the eye determinedly.
"You're imagining it," I replied roughly to him. My word goes.
"Really? I don't think so,"Angel said, with a troubled look on her face, as if she was really trying to figure out whether or not she was simply deluding herself into thinking so. I groaned again in my head. Fang's smirk grew, despite the fact that he was looking away, seeming as if he were disinterested in the conversation. Just staring at his feignedly disinterested glance coupled with that mockingly faked hidden smirk made me want to kill something.
Iggy turned around to face me, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Really?" he asked me.
"No," I replied smoothly.
"Yes!" Gazzy exclaimed in answer. I turned to Gazzy and looked him in the eye again.
"No," I repeated. Faced with the threatening look on my face, he subtly cringed, staring at me scaredly, a spoon standing upright in his hand on the table.
"Er.. no?" he repeated again, looking away from the fierce look on my face to respond to Iggy, repeating me.
Since when had these kids gotten so much harder to control? I actually had to make the effort now.
Agh, Nevertheless, Iggy didn't fall for it. Oh, great. He had that concerned look on his face, The one I'd only seen three times tops in my life. (You should know—they've all been within the course of this story).
With his face still turned in my direction, he quickly flipped the things on the four pans up and down, shaking the pans consecutively, before going back and picking them up and placing them on plates. He then went back and poured some more of the omelet souffle mixture onto the pans, sliding the filled plates down the counter in the center of the kitchen. Leaving the rest to fry, he took his lithe hands off the stove and went over to me.
I followed his form with my exasperated eyes.
"Lemme see," he clarified. You can't see, I would've reminded him wryly, but he'd already bent his knees slightly to floor to get closer to my torso. I had moved over from the fridge to lean my behind against the counter, now warily watching Iggy come closer to me.
He brought his hands up from kneeling over on the floor, closer to me, placing them on my hips. I automatically felt cold. Fang had held me the same way before, on the bed, but Iggy's hands were larger, more precise. There were layers of clothes between us, jeans, and underwear, but I could still feel the differences. They were more familiar, bony, skin stretched tight against his pale, pale, transparent skin. Larger, calloused from use, and holding an air of experience, from the vast amount of knowledge attained from all the things they've touched and seen. They were gentle, and I felt them from the floor. I felt Iggy's hands fall to below my buttocks, raised up above his head, trailing around my thighs.
Gently, he urged me to turn around so that my front faced the counter instead, leaning on it. I barely noticed him as he expertly coaxed me to turn. Somehow, I found my hands flat on top of the side of the kitchen counter, my behind face to face with the front of his head, suddenly hypersensitive of his hands on me, on my behind.
Slowly, his hands felt around me, slowly reaching up the joint where my pelvis met my legs, and I slowly felt his presence looming behind me. He stood up, as he continued observing my legs with his hands, keeping them wandering even as he brought his body up to engulf me, pushing and leaning against the counter with me.
Suddenly, I felt his hands actually directly, pointedly, on me now. Even through the loose, baggy, ill fitting jeans, I felt his hands directly ontop of my butt for the first time. He was slowly and gently lifting his fingers and his experienced knuckles up and down mere millimeters on my jeans, wracking amazing things through me even as he did so. It wasn't exactly kneading, I'd say, considering how soft and gentle and observant he was being about it.. but it was something.
His hands had finally reached up to that area, and it was focusing just there.. they were big, and large, engulfing the cheeks of my posterior completely, his knuckles flexing the slightest bit every time, yet still making me feel strange inside. Suddenly, he brought one of his hands up and off of me, and for some reason, somewhere inside me, I breathed a tumultuous breath of.. insane relief. I hadn't even been aware of how tense I'd been. It'd been feeling like he'd had complete, utter, total control over my entire body with his hands gripping me from behind. He.. had just felt so large and in control, from behind me.
One of his hands lifted up, while the other had fell down to rub up and down along the curves that led up to the cushiony area. It stayed on the edge area, continuing to rub up and down lithely along the curve to my left cheek, as I felt the other suddenly reappear and rub down the thin line that seperated the two. I peripherally saw it run down the side to meet the joint where it met between my legs and gasped before he could fully go down and do so.
"Iggy.. get your hands off me," I said in a serious, quiet, lethal voice. There was danger coming from all sides of it, though I'm sure he couldn't tell the root of it. I was sure he was confused, and trying to figure out what had gotten me so angry. I wasn't really sure whether or not I knew the root of its cause myself.. All I knew is that I didn't like his hands on me, in that way.
The kids were munching happily on what Iggy had slid towards them quickly, but I noticed both Nudge and Angel and Fang had noticed the situation. Fang had had his lingering eye on us the whole time, but Angel just suddenly looked up and looked.. confused. Nudge looked perplexed and curious, but Gazzy was blissfully munching away on his plate of super-duper egg omelet.
"Sorry, Max," Iggy apologized lightly. He sounded completely normal, calm, like he usually was.
God, what was wrong with me? Looking down I surprisedly noticed that my fists had clenched tightly on top of the counter-top. My face was red and my voice was receding anger. Yet.. I didn't know why. I felt an oncoming headache grace the features of my face, even at 9 in the morning.. I had to figure all this stuff out, cause it was giving me a headache.. cause I didn't know what I was hating, and I needed to find out what was making me instinctively react like this. I didn't like not knowing my responses, and I didn't like not feeling in control of myself.
It was silent for a moment, and then I heard the telltale noises of the clatter of forks and spoons resuming behind me, at the kitchen table. It was still silent in the telltale way over at the kitchen. I was still leaning over the kitchen counter. Iggy was still behind me, close to me, but now his hands were just hovering slightly over the side of my hips, hesitant and wary, but prolonging.
I was so confused. I was so confused. Why had I gotten so angry? Yes, that was quite angry.
"Sorry," I let out silently behind me.
Everything seemed to fall into perspective once his hands were on me.. but once they got off, I started wondering why I'd gotten so touchy and sensitive. Seriously, geez, what was wrong with me?
I could practically feel Iggy exchange confused looks with himself, behind me.
"Okay then.. wait," he was still behind me, and suddenly I felt his hands on my lower back again.
Afterall, he'd only been trying to help me, right? Figure out what was wrong? It was just that I knew why I was waddling like a duck and walking weirdly—cause my pads were too big—and whatever he was doing now was pretty pointless unless I wanted to explain to him why I had to wear pads—something I was definitely not in the mood to do.
And suddenly I felt his hands on me again. I told myself to relax.. to calm down. That was, until, I felt his hands slip past, into the waist of my pants. The back of my pants, slipping awkwardly and fully into the skin against my posterior, his fingers tight against the inside of my plain cotton green fruit-of-the-loom underwear, his tight fingers so close, as they rubbed against the bare skin of my behind.. thats all I could feel.
I immediately wanted to turn around and put him into a chokehold or something of that sort, but he continued, and I gulped, feeling his bare hands on my buttocks. I waited.. to see where this feeling was going..
It was a strange feeling, and I wanted to know why I hated it, when his hands were feeling delightfully suave on my buttocks anyway, especially with the contrast against the cramps I'd been having in my upper abdomen that day.
I wanted to tell him to stop, and I had been just about to, but instead let him continue. To see where this was going. To see why I was feeling this way—contrasting feelings, contrasting emotions. I.. I wanted to feel more. I wanted him to keep doing it.
"What're you doing, Iggy?" Fang's voice suddenly rumbled out from the table. It was dark, and threatening, his voice looming, like his eyes.
Twisting my head suddenly and removing my mind from the daze, I saw Iggy's silent face look thoughtful, confused.. even a bit.. rambunctious. He slowly slipped his hands out of the tightness of my underwear pushing against my skin and lifted them out. He seemed to assess Fang's question thoughfully, before responding to me.
"I dunno, you waddle like a duck," he stated to me, with a confused, albeit evil grin on his face.
This would've been an opportune moment to do one of those -headdesk- things. Iggy was so normal.. he was so, Iggy.
Blinking a few times slowly, trying to get my slightly spinning head in order, I slowly turned myself around, my hands still gripping the countertop as if to support me. Iggy got back to work on some more pancakes and everyone was eating normally.. like usual. Like, like that whole thrilling scene had gone unnoticed.. for the exception of.. Fang.
I saw him still looking up at me, from his dark eyes sitting right below his eyebrows, sitting at the table on one of the seats directly facing the kitchen counter where it had all happened off to the side. He exchanged a meaningful glance at me, but I didn't know how to respond. Iggy was now busy doing some dishes over the sink, while the kids were still eating.. but Fang was still exchanging a looming look with me.. one that I didn't quite know the meaning to. I stared back at him rushedly, my face still confused, and probably flustered and red, though I didn't quite know why.
Everything was.. normal around us.. It was just me, who was feeling.. distinctly abnormal.
Those looming eyes turned apathetic, as Fang looked away from me to stare at Iggy. He seemed to be careful, and thoughtful, as he stared at him, his mind filled with things I hadn't the effort to decipher at the moment.
"Nudge, Iggy stuck his hand into Max's underwear," Gazzy whispered in shock to her.
I froze. So did Fang. Iggy seemed to have been ignoring them, cause he continued doing the dishes normally. He would've said something adverse or contrary had he heard it. Angel, Nudge, and Fang continued eating normally, Fang stiffer than usual.
Our heads turned slowly to watch their silent, secret ordeal. I waited tensely for her answer.
"So? Maxs' stuck her hand in your underwear before," Nudge replied, laughing a bit at the end. She seemed to be brushing Gazzy off like swatting off a fly. Gazzy could sure be annoying sometimes. My heart seemed to have skipped a beat within that moment. To tell the truth, and in all honesty, I was curious about how she'd react to the statement. In some sense, the feeling of elation died with her response. I saw Fang visibly relax, and loosen his shoulders, but he himself, looked a bit confused, as if he was trying to figure something out in his head, or judge it.
She brushed it off like nothing.. but it felt like to me, like Gazzy's response, like something scandalous going on.. was what it truly felt like. Like, something wrong, a new feeling, or something new.
"Well, she's never done it for Iggy or Fang before or anything.." Gazzy trailed off embarrassedly, his face red—Nudge was making fun of him for still being given baths from me.
"How do you know? She does it for you and Angel, so she must've done it for Iggy and Fang before, like how she used to do it to me," she said, still jestering him. Gazzy looked utterly humiliated by his logic and his state of age.
"You guys are silly. Max wasn't always big, if Iggy and Fang were little, she must' been little too," Angel said thoughtfully, moving a fork around clumsily. I had finally gotten my gatherings together and I walked down to the kitchen table, finally. Fang was still watching me with keen eyes.
"No, you all are silly. I've always been big, I've always been Max, so I've always been the leader," I reassured them confidently with a smile, giving Nudge's back a good, appreciative rub. Though, inside, I was still a bit queasy, uncertain.
"Now, lets forget this and eat some good breakfast," I smiled, looking around the table authoritatively. Iggy had come over to join us, sitting in the last remaining empty seat next to me, somehow making me feel unreasonably uncomfortable.
No, I'd never bathed Fang or Iggy, or taken care of them they way we do with the younger kids. Jeb was there to do that for us, or the whitecoats were there to neglect to do that.
I was pretty darn sure that the way I felt in response to things like that had nothing to do with the way Gazzy or Angel felt when I touched them or bathed them. Damn hormones. The internet made it sound like that was the excuse to all of my immediate worries at the moment. That sounded about right.
There was a reason why society, even below our little E-shaped house, had gender segregation; it wasn't just our house, the way Jeb had organized the bathrooms and bedrooms. There was a reason you were allowed to do certain things with kids, rather than adults once you got to a certain age.. I mean, look at Micheal Jackson.
I thoughtfully finished breakfast, feeling like I was ready to change my stupid, dumb, big pad.
"Angel, you're overdue for a bath," I informed her as I got up from the table, taking my plate over to put into the sink.
"Sure, Max," she replied cheerfully, throwing me another heart-melting smile. You couldn't help but feel like chocolate left out in the sun for too long, when you were faced with radiance like that. I smiled back.
Fang had quietly stepped away, and I thought I saw him walking back upstairs, probably to his room. Nudge had gone over to lounge on top of a long couch on her stomach, reading a magazine that Fang had gotten for her. Iggy too, had gone upstairs, but Gazzy was still at the table eating. Considering he hadn't rushed up with Iggy, it was probably safe to say they weren't planning on working on any bombs right now, so he'd probably just go down to the basement to play with some of the toy cars once he was done. Angel had sweetly flown up to the upstairs to start on her bath until I could get up there and help her, to make sure she scrubbed well.
I looked around me. It was a new day. It was a good day.. on certain standards.
Afterall.. Fang was home, and he didn't look like had plans to be leaving anytime soon. I couldn't smell any explosives at the moment. The kids were being obedient. What more could I ask for?
The past 4 months had held some horrible days. This was one of them—the whole period affair—but I could deal with it. I could deal with it. In comparison to some of the awful shit thats been going on these past few months.. the nerve-wracking, mind-stressing, worried blunder of a blur thats been my life these past few months.. the worry, the stress, the awkward tension.. this was good in comparison.
For now, all I needed to know was that my full flock was here and ready with me, even if things were unstable in my mind, and even if I didn't know what the weird feelings were that were going through me were.. even if I was feeling weird things, when touched in certain places, I could figure everything out eventually—I was Maximum Ride.
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I walked upstairs and I heard voices coming from Fang's room. That was the key word: voices, as in, the plural.
Fang barely ever let anyone into his room. I was pretty sure I was the first one to check it out besides Jeb, and Angel from when since she was a baby, when I had broken his window the first night he'd gotten a stiff erection.
And here was.. Iggy? It sure sounded like Iggy, more or less than anyone else. I peeked closer, and saw that the door was left ajar. Listening in closer, I was curious.
In fact, I'd been curious when Fang had said that he'd let Iggy sleep in his room that night that we'd been in his and Gazzy's.. but I'd been too preoccupied to think it over at that time.
Ah well.. I guess, since Iggy was blind and all, Fang should've cared a little bit less about letting him in. He probably wouldn't've even been able to navigate around it anyway. And at that point, dire circumstances were called for dire measures. I stood to the side to see what was so important that they were discussing something, the two oldest next to I, without me.
"What is she doing now?" I heard Fang's voice rumble out deeply from within. From the creaking noise, it sounded like he was sitting on his bed.
"She's giving Angel a bath," Iggy said. Oh, so they were talking about me. Typical. Wait, what?
"Oh." he replied quietly.
Why were they talking about me without me there?! I was just about ready to barge in and ask them what they freaking wanted to discuss about me, that required my presence to be gone, but the still quiet moment in the room caught me off guard.
I watched Iggy bob his head up and down slowly in an affirmative nod, from the angle I was standing at, but Fang was sitting on the bed, lost to my eyes, as he was covered by the angle of the wooden door.
"So," I heard Fang start quietly after a while, "what was goin' on down there?"
The question startled me. The way Fang was asking Iggy it, didn't seem like an actual question.. more like, a prompt. This conversation, definitely, was not a typical one I'd heard before, at least. Nevertheless, I was intrigued, despite the fact I knew Angel must be shriveling up in her tub by now.
"I wanted to check out what Nudge was saying," Iggy said. I thought it'd be the end of it, satisfied, but he continued.
"--but dude, her butt.. was soft," he said, astounded, "I couldn't really stop,"
Uh. I was astounded. My mouth was open in shock. How lecherous.
"Yeah.. she's got, like.. curves now," I heard Fang quietly state.
Wait, what? Well.. yeah.. I guessed, but I didn't think he'd put any significance in it.. or even noticed to the extent of caring, for that matter.
"Dude, how do you like, live with that?" Iggy asked in astonishment. I don't think that question was meant for an answer, partially probably because I wasn't really sure what point he was trying to make in asking it. It was rhetorical. He answered himself.
"It was like.. mad nice," he concluded, sounding like he had finally just about taken a breath of air at the end.
"She's also got breasts now too," Fang said interestedly. I gulped in apprehension. Sort of in confusion.. I wasn't quite sure. All I knew.. was that they were talking about me.. about me.
"Actual breasts," he repeated.
"Yeah.. some nice tits," Iggy said with another audible gulp. It sounded like he was sucking his breath in while talking.. higher, or rougher, something.
"Yeah.. they feel nice," Fang said, sounding like he was somewhere far in the distance. It was silent for a moment longer.
"But, Max.. I couldn't know Max would..." Iggy started suddenly, breaking the silence, trailing off.
"Yeah.." Fang echoed again. "But.. breasts, and curves."
"Yeah.. they feel.. really uh, cool."
I immediately stomped away.
Sexist, pigs.
Freaking both of them.
A/N:
So, yup. I hope I'm transitioning back more into canon In-Character Max now. Before, OOC Max was her age and circumstance and all.. but obviously, as you can see, they're obviously maturing now.. Afterall, they have to get to 14 somehow. That includes their character and personality at 14 too. This entire story is all just.. a weird prelude. The storyline has progressed..
The sexist pig thing.. you really didn't think that I'd just let Max allow them to like, cop a feel. It was a do-able thing when she didn't understand what a feel was, but now she gets it. Now, they are sexist pigs, cause afterall, Max is a lot more knowledgeable now.
For the record, in response to a bunch of reviews I got on the really early chapters and still occasionally get: Check the books. Fang doesn't get his laptop until after the first book. And in my story, the first book is still yet to happen. They didn't have internet access in the E-shaped house. Just TV.
Don't worry, everything will be more canon IC Max from now on.. but that doesn't mean that my plot is destroyed! Don't worry.. things will still get interesting.. perhaps even more interesting. They are no longer.. knowledgeableless. :P
So whaddyou guys think of how I eased in Max?
Oh, and also, how long do you think this story should be? I'm so frickin amazed its so long already, but I don't want to make this into one of the annoyingly long, boring, drone-y epics.. bleh, yaknow? So whats a good length? Cause I've still got a few ideas hidden up my sleeve.
The next chapter will be good. =)
Oh, and about, in the book, how Fang describes those beach bunnies to Iggy: can blind guys really like things they've never seen before, with attraction? I'm so confused. Anywho. What else? Oh yes: Obviously, the books are PG-13, so JP can't exactly put in their beach-bunny conversations.
But obviously, any sort of conversation concerning the description of a beach bunny cannot be PG. Especially when 14-year-old boys are having it. They'll obviously use words like curves, and boobs, and tits, and tight, and stuff. I mean ask yourself what the entire premise of a beach bunny conversation is? What are they going to be talking about? DUH! So yeah. Don't think I made them ultra OOC when they had that conversation.. I really do think that thats how they conversed about beach bunnies in the book, especially if in their first ever conversation about boobs like that. Afterall, they must know something in order to be able to describe girls on the beach in the books. Obviously, Max must know something in order to be irritated by it. Just made sense for her to overhear them discussing her, herself. No wonder she considers them sexist pigs when they check out girls, like when they checked out her.
THANKS FOR 1000 REVIEWS IN 22 CHAPTERS.. OF MY FIRST STORY EVER!
This whole Iggy thing will be cleared up soon 'nuff. Please don't complain. (It doesn't encourage me to write, in case you were wondering). (If anything, it just makes me want to do an unwanted pairing even more, out of spite). Just trust me. Review the chapter and writing, and find out sooner. And if you're going to be irritating, go up and read that little toolbar again to look at the pairing of this story. Just please don't bombard me with hate mail about the occurrences going on in my story, when you obviously don't hate my story as it is if you're already up to chapter 23. Suspense is all the thriller. Deal with it, its for your own good. When you complain about things, all it does it make me think you hate my story when you actually really don't. That just makes me angry in the long run.... Angry me doesn't write.
Anywho, if anyone cares, I'm getting emancipated from my parents. Big deal, big hassel, lawyers and shit, so god, this sucks, and its annoying. Yuppers. I dun need well-wishers, but reviews on what you thought of this chapter of this story would be great. ;)