Fang's POV

"Iggy that was delicious. Almost as delicious as you," I said before pinning him down on my bed. I'd left a trail of hickeys going down his neck and onto his chest. This was just one of many make out sessions after dinner. Iggy's skin was soft as my hands ran down his body. I began unbuttoning his purple plaid shirt when he stopped me.

"Fang, I'm not sure I'm ready for this," he said looking away from me. I understood what he meant.

I kissed him gently on the top of his head. Still his unseeing blue eyes stared into space, and I knew he was thinking about something. We kissed once more and he left to his room. The way he walked was actually a bit feminine, his hips swinging ever so slightly as he walked. It was actually very sexy, and I found it more attractive than Max could ever be.

It was a beautiful night, and I needed some time to myself also, so I opened my window and jumped. A couple feet down I unfurled my black wings completely, letting them take me where ever they desired. I flew in the direction of the forest and my special hideout. I know it sounds childish to have a hideout, but this was a special place. It was where Iggy and I first kissed.

It was a bunch of really big rocks that were in a square. If you went in, nobody could see you.

"I wanna try something," I had said to Iggy as we walked along the forest floor. We would've flown, but the trees were too dense.

"Okay then. I'm game for almost anything," he sounded a bit nervous when he responded. I took his hand and walked into the rocks, pointing out roots and things along the way so he wouldn't fall. After we had gotten inside the rocks, I leaned in and my lips pressed against his. Our lips moved in perfect formations, showing sign of being perfect for each other. At first, he was a little reluctant but later I sensed no fear from Iggy. Here I was, kissing an angel.

When we finally broke apart he smiled and said, "So how long have you felt like this?"

"I'm not sure Iggy. All I know is that I like you," he was quiet, thinking this over. Finally he took my hand and we began walking back to the edge of the forest. We talked and giggled and for the first time I realized how different we were from each other. Iggy had pale skin and long strawberry blond hair. I had olive colored skin and long black hair. He truly looked like an angel, while I looked like one of those kids who always gets busted for drugs all the time.

Yikes.

Either way, Iggy accepted me and loved me for who I am and was.

So as I sat in our hideout and reminisced about the past, I couldn't help but want Iggy here with me. I want to hold him in my arms and never let go, never have to leave him, and never have to compromise.

Iggy's POV

Fang was out, Max didn't like me very much, and neither did Nudge. What to do when you're bored? Build a bomb, of course! I went all around the house looking for pennies and found five. That'd be enough copper to cause a small explosion. I took out my private stash of stuff from under my bed; a lighter and matches, some lighting fluid, a half gallon of methanol (you don't wanna know where I got that), a thermometer (the mercury in it could cause an awesome explosion, but I was saving that for later) some wires, and some tools.

I put five pennies into a plastic container, one at each corner and one in the middle, and put a moat of lighter fluid around each. I threw a match in and threw the bomb out of the window. Moments later I heard the unmistakable BOOM of my creation. It was a truly beautiful sound. But the sound that followed wasn't; Max pounding heavily up the stairs. I should've thought twice, but my common sense was nowhere to be found right now.

"Iggy, what the hell did you do? How many times have I told you not to set bombs off? Especially where we live! What if someone saw that? What if someone knows where we are now? All because of your stupid bomb!" she stomped off, not giving me a chance to defend myself.

When Fang and I kept our relationship secret, and I set off a bomb, Max would tell me not to worry about it and to be very careful with the next one. It seemed that before, when we were "straight" the flock tolerated us more. Now that were gay, they hardly cared about us. No matter how anyone treats me though, I will never deny that Fang is my boyfriend. I truly love him. It shouldn't matter what gender the person is, as long as you love them. And as long as you know what love is. If you don't, you could have some serious social issues over a small crush.

I undressed myself quickly, and threw on a pair of old worn out sweatpants. I didn't bother with a shirt after hopelessly looking around for one on the dirty floor. All of Gazzy's stuff and mine were all over the place. Our room was like an archeology dig. I bet if we cleaned it up, I could find stuff from when I was ten, and Gaz was four. Speaking of Gazzy, I heard him walk into the room.

"Max says not to talk to you, Iggy. But I'll still talk to you. Why is she so mad at you all the time?" asked Gazzy. He was such an innocent kid. I didn't wanna put any of this on him.

"It's complicated Gazzy. When you get older I'll explain it to you, okay?"

I heard his footsteps trail to the other side of the room, where his bed was.

"Okay Iggy, well, good night," he climbed into his bed and I heard the click of the lamp being turned off.

After about ten minutes, the window opened. Gazzy was asleep already, because he didn't stir. I assumed fighting position, to be on the safe side.