Turns out, Fang actually makes pretty good company when you're running. With J.J., you'll hear about how much she wants to date Dylan (ew) and with Nudge, you'll hear so much you'll be scarred for life. (Did you know that penguins throw up on you when you scare them? And something else I'd tell you but if you tried Googling it, I might get some pissed off people complaining about my telling you…) Iggy, on the other hand, listens to all my problems which is pretty beneficial. On the down side, after I finish listing them, he'll start acting like one of those people who ask you a bunch of stupid questions to try to make you feel better. You know; a psychiatrist. I had one of those people help me get over grandma's death a few years back and the memory of that still haunts me. Asking me if I regret punching Dylan in the face a getting a detention will only result in my punching the asker's face.
And then there's Fang who listens, never interrupts, and doesn't ask a bunch of stupid questions but will nod or shake his head or shrug when you ask him things. And then when he has to, he'll just look you straight in the eyes, like he's sending you a message. Half the time, I get them, even if he won't talk.
See how much better he is?
"When did you start track?" I asked as we jogged around the track for another round. He looked thoughtful and then held up five fingers. "Since you were five? That's around the time I started because my dad retired from being a scientist at Itex and started working here. Who first told you about track? Your mom?" He shook his head. "Your dad?" He shook his head again. "Who?" He didn't say anything but mouthed 'uncle' to me. "Your uncle?" Nod. "That's cool."
By the time we were finished, I had learned a few things about him. It got annoying, seeing as he couldn't talk. I managed, nonetheless. Nudge nudged me in the car on the way to Chocó Coco.
"Has he talked yet?" she whispered. I shook my head. She looked a bit worried. "He used to at least talk a little…"
"Really?" asked J.J. as we all filed into the ice cream shop. It's amazing how we can eat all this ice cream and not get sick.
"Yeah. I mean, he's always been quiet; the complete opposite of me. But at least he said something."
"Maybe he will say something soon," said Ella thoughtfully. "Maybe all he needs is someone to get to him." And it was right then and there I decided that I wanted to be the one to make him talk. Not Lissa (who is a swear word), not Nudge (even if I love her like a sister), but me.
"It's strange," said Iggy. "It's almost like he tries deliberately not to talk. Like he can and he wants to but a bigger part of him is stopping him from saying anything."
Sorry it took so long and sorry for the awfully short and pretty much filler chapter. I've been busy lately. Lame excuse, but very true. Not to mention sick…for two weeks… I have a rough outline of where I'm going with this story except…I'm not exactly sure how to get there. (Funny thing, transitions…)
Anyways, has anyone ever heard of MNI? (Mugglenet Interactive?) Because we're playing monopoly and in need of a fan club… (hopeful face)