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"Coward!" I shouted after Iggy, glaring daggers at the stairs as he disappeared into our room. That-

"Fang..." Dr. Martinez said warningly. I sighed. I'd deal with Iggy later.

He was a dead man walking.

"Well... Iggy kind of... got bored while you guys were out." I began. Dr. Martinez raised her eyebrows.

"So you challenged an 11 year old boy to a duel?" she summarised.

"Well, kinda... we also went down to the basement and I asked Total to-" I cut myself off, cursing Iggy to the deepest pits of Hell. How did I get myself in these situations!?

"The basement? Fang- it's full of snakes and spiders down there!" Dr. M cried, exasperated. I cleared my throat.

"What did you ask Total to do?" Max asked, standing in the doorway. Oh crap. If that dog talked, he was as dead as Iggy. Ahem, no pun intended.

"Nothing." I said quickly. "Look, Dr. M. It was all Iggy's idea, and I'm sorry. We didn't mean any harm." Max laughed from the doorway, coming to stand beside me.

"That's all very well and good, but I think you owe Billy an apology." Dr. Martinez said. "Go and get Iggy, and go and apologise to that little boy."

I stared at Max, but she just shook her head. I frowned.

"Fine. IGGY! Get your sorry ass down here!" I shouted, going up the stairs.

"Language!" Dr. M called after me.

--

"Heya Fang. What's up?" Iggy asked, sitting on the bed and grinning in my general direction. I scowled at him.

"You jerk. You left me down there at the mercy of Dr. M and Max." I growled. Iggy just chuckled.

"You should've legged it when you had the chance." He shrugged.

"Dude, Dr. M lives here. She would've found us. You idiot."

"That's why you hide." He said, as if it was obvious. God, I'm surrounded by idiots.

"Oh- ugh. Forget it. We've gotta go and say sorry to that kid you wanted to duel. Come on." I grabbed him arm and dragged him out into the hall.

We walked out onto the front lawn in silence. The sun was setting, a few dogs barked at us as we walked past, and some kid rode down the street on a bike.

I knocked on the door, and waited for someone to answer.

"So..." Iggy said, clearing his throat.

"Iggy?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up. I'm tired of hearing you speak."

"Ooh, harsh." He snickered.

"I thought I told you to shut it."

"I'm hurt, Fang."

"I don't care."

"Really, I'm cut deep."

"I'm ignoring you."

"How could you be so cruel?"

"Ignoring."

"I think I'm gonna cry."

I sighed. This was getting us nowhere. And where was that kid? I wanted to say sorry and get the hell out of-

"Hello?" a woman with curly blonde hair opened the door, smiling uncertainly. "Can I help you? Wait, you're those boys who terrorised my son!" she cried, her smile turning into a frown in about two seconds flat.

Well, crap.

"I wouldn't say we terrorised him, exactly-"

"Shut it, Iggy." I muttered. "Miss, we're very sorry. It was just a big understanding, I'm sure if we could talk to your son-"

"You boys are the reason I hate teenagers!" the woman cried. "My Billy will never be a hooligan- I'm homeschooling him because of that very reason. I even blocked all the violent channels on the TV!" she proclaimed proudly.

"What?" Iggy asked, raising his eyebrows. "Poor kid."

"Get off my lawn, you horrible twats! And stay away from my son!" the door was slammed in our faces, and Iggy glanced at me.

"I really don't know how to react to that." He said. "You?"

"...Agreed." I answered.

"So... should we... go home?"

"Probably." We turned around and headed back to the house. That was... interesting.

--

"So... you were verbally abused by a crazy woman who hates teenagers?" Gazzy summarised, his mouth full of meatloaf. There's a sight I could've lived without.

"Basically." Iggy nodded. "Poor kid. She blocked all the good stuff on TV!"

"Maybe I should do that..." Dr. Martinez mused quietly.

We all stared at her.

"Um... Mom..." Max laughed nervously, looking at each of us and then back to her Mom, "Are you... sure that's a good idea?"

"Of course! Educational television is wonderful! We could watch documentaries, and learn about how the world works, and all kinds of historical events and... guys! I'm kidding!" she laughed.

We blinked, before bursting out laughing.

"Now I know where Max gets her terrible sense of humour." Iggy muttered, earning him a kick in the shin. "Ow!"

"Never crack jokes at the expense of the tomboy with pwnage fighting skills." I grinned, punching his shoulder.

"Everyone is against me!" he cried, pretending to rub his shoulder in pain.

"It's okay, Iggy. I'm not against you." Ella smiled. I took Max's hand and squeezed it gently, grinning at her. She looked from Iggy, to Ella, to me, and frowned in confusion.

"I'll tell you later." I murmured to her.

"Gazzy, what are you doing?" Angel asked, staring at her older brother in surprise. We all looked at him. He grinned, his mouth full of broccoli.

"I'm pretending I'm a dinosaur, and I'm eating the trees!" he proclaimed. I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

"Hey Iggy?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"You showed Gaz the list, didn't you?"

"Yep."

"Ah."

The others didn't quite know what to say.

--

"So... Ella and Iggy?" she asked as we soared through the crisp night air. "Can't say I didn't see that coming."

"Yeah." I replied.

"Back to one word answers? I thought you'd come out of your shell a little." She teased. I smiled.

"I'm part avian, not part shellfish." I replied easily. "Kidding."

"So, what exactly did you and Iggy do today?" she asked, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as we flew, "You know, besides piss off a crazy Mom?" I chuckled.

"Well, we pretended to be hermits on the front lawn... went down to the basement and... pretended to be secret agents." I said, forgetting for a moment how stupid I sounded.

"Isn't there something else you wanted to tell me?" Max got a secret, knowing smirk on her face, and one name flashed through my mind.

Total. You're a dead man. Erm, dog.

"No." I lied quickly. She raised her eyebrows.

"So, you didn't, say... propose to someone?" she asked innocently. I shook my head.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I answered, pointing my feathers downward and soaring away.

"Fang!" she called after me, laughing. "It's okay if you love Total! I can deal with that! We'll make it work!"

I just smiled in spite of myself and angled upwards again, wrapping her in a tight embrace as we fell a few feet before breaking apart.

"Love you." I called.

"Not Total?" she teased.

"Shut up."

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