AN- Hey everyone! I'm back. I have to say thanks to all the responses I've been receiving for this fic. I'm glad everyone loves it, makes me feel all good inside. To answer a few requests, I will not continue this into the next book on my own, without the actual book to go by, because I don't wanna be horribly, horribly wrong.
If anyone has read the summary of the 6th book, I'm sure you'll understand why I'm hesitant to write it, even read it. (Although, I have a theory that I've shared with my friend about what might be happening in the next one and I really hope I'm right about that). I've already pushed it with the whole Iggy/Ella pairing (which I love and really, really hope that James P. puts into his future books).
So, yeah, when MAX (and the Faxness) ends, this fic will end. I'm guessing in a few chaps or so. I just hope you guys will read it to the very end. Without further ado, here is the next chapter.
I think this is my goofiest one yet.....I hope you like.
"You're the man."
Fang looked up from his laptop to see Iggy casually leaning against the doorway to their bunker. His arms were crossed and there was a small grin on his face.
"Thanks."
He resumed typing, hoping to get the next page of his blog up before his da-dinner with Max. Dinner. Yep, just a dinner. Not a date. If it was a date, he'd be nervous.
He was really, really nervous.
"Don't you want to know why you're the man?"
"Because of my mean harmonica skills or the way I dress? I do have a style that's all my own."
"Haha." Iggy said dryly. "No, it's because you finally took the plunge! You asked Max out on a date."
"It's not a date!" Fang snapped out of reflex.
"Right. Dinner. The two of you. Alone. At night. Not a date. Not a date at all. I'm also not blind, Gazzy is not a pyro, and Angel is not a mind reader."
"Technically, you can see in all white." Fang reminded him. "So, you're not exactly all blind."
Iggy slapped his hand to his forehead. "Fang, it's a date."
"No, it's not. It's just me and Max. Alone. Together. Eating. Oh. My. God. It's a date. I asked Max out on a date!? What am I going to do, what am I going to wear....and now I sound like a girl. Great."
"How did you not realize it was a date?"
"I was turning Brigid down and choosing Max instead. I was showing her that I chose her." Fang shuddered. "Wait, was Brigid asking me out on a date?"
"She's no longer Dr. Dwyer?" Iggy asked.
"Not since Angel let it slip that she loves it when I call her that. Makes her feel all....well, yeah. I will just refer to her as Brigid now."
"So, where are you taking Max? Somewhere nice, I hope, she does deserve the best."
Fang arched an eyebrow toward Iggy. "Why do you care?"
"Because, if you're out there romanticizing her, someone has to be the brother. Since Gazzy already has a sister, I have appointed myself as Max's protective older brother."
"She's older than you by two months."
"That is beside the point. As Max's protective older brother, I have questions for you. Where are you taking her tonight?"
"I dunno. Some where nice, most likely. Somewhere that we will not be frowned upon for ordering a lot of food."
"Okay. What are your intentions with Max?"
Fang stared for a moment. "Well, I was hoping to take her to the Sock-Hop then out for a Milkshake at the Diner. You know, since this date is taking place the last time that phrase was used."
"Once again, haha."
"Seriously? Just to have a good time. She deserves to get her mind off her mother for a while."
"Will there be kissing?"
"Most likely. And, of course, Max running off in the opposite direction."
"Will there be anything else?"
"Like what?"
"Oh, like I don't know exactly what boys your age are thinking-"
"You're two months younger than me!"
"-with your hormonally charged brains and your agendas. I know exactly what your intentions are. Don't think I'm not watching you, because I am. Always."
"Ig, you're kind of scaring me."
"Do you carry protection?"
Fang was thankful Iggy couldn't see the dark red blush staining his already dark skin. "We're fourteen, Iggy!"
"True. Max won't do anything and, if you try, she'll most likely break your fingers. I take comfort in this knowledge."
Fang rubbed his temple and sighed. "Are we done here, Ig?"
"One final question: Do you love her?"
Silence.
"Come on, Fang. I've been through this whole guy-bonding fest with you and I want to know. Do. You. Love. Her?"
Fang sighed. "Iggy, I really don't want to answer this."
"I know. Which is why I've decided to hold you hostage until you tell me. Which means, if you don't, you'll be late to your date with Max."
"I think I can get past you, Iggy."
"Yes, but can you get past thing?" Iggy pulled a small, black square thing from his pocket. From his spot by the bed, Fang thought it looked slightly like a....
"Why are you holding a detonator? Iggy......what are you doing?"
"If you try to slip past me, I will blow this place to pieces."
Fang wondered for a moment if Iggy had gone crazy. Or if the long distance from Ella had somehow addled his mind making him, well, crazy.
"You do realize that you will also be blown to pieces?"
"Yep. That's a risk I'm willing to take. So, are you going to answer or not."
"I might as well, with obviously not choice." He took a deep breath. "I'm pretty sure that I am in love with Max."
Iggy's smile grew tenfold. "What was that?"
"Iggy." Fang warned.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, please, repeat yourself." Iggy said, waving the detonator around.
"I'm in love with Max." Fang repeated. "I'm in love with Max. I'm in love with Max!"
Iggy grinned and Fang smiled, a true smile.
"I can't believe it. I love her. I really do. Should I tell her tonight?"
"No. She'll most likely do the whole disappearing act on you. Don't tell her."
"Okay." Fang said, still smiling. "I'm in love with Max."
"Yes, you are. Congratulations, I knew this years ago. You should get ready, Max will be here soon."
"What's wrong with what I have on?" Fang asked, glancing down at this clothes.
"It makes you look fat."
"Seriously, this is what I-oh. Haha. Funny. You're right, I look fine. I'm a little nervous."
Iggy gave a one armed shrug. "Yeah. First dates do that to people. I wouldn't know."
"Why not email Ella tonight? Might make you feel better. I'm sure she's looking forward to hearing from you."
"Yeah. Maybe. I don't know."
Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Fang? You in there?"
Fang took a deep breath. "Yeah. Be right out, Max. Wish me luck?"
"Good luck, man."
Somehow, Iggy knew to hold his hand out for Fang to bump his fist into. As Fang opened the door, he heard Max greet him, her voice slightly shaky. It seems Fang wasn't the only nervous one. As soon as their footsteps died away, Iggy slipped the 'detonator' in his pocket.
"The old, it might be a detonator but it's really a remote gets them every time."
AN- Ta-da! It's finished. Let me know what you thought.