Leftover Alphabet Soup

A/N: Note – this is addressed to Tassel.

YOU MADE ME LAST CHAIR, YOU WHORE! (But I hope you feel better. 3)

I had a concert tonight, so that's why this is coming so late. If Akira posts in a timely fashion, that is. And speaking of Akira… YOU THOUGHT I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT A QUIDNUNC IS, DIDN'T YOU?! Well, HA HA, suckah! I know. And I knew back when Allayna passed on your message. So there. *sticks out tongue*

Sorry. I'm still a little giddy from Beethoven's Fifth.

Disclaimer: Once upon a time, Ninja C found out that she owned Max Ride and everything affiliated with it. Then she woke up. And she cried.

Q is for: Quotable Quidnuncs
By: Ninja C

Nudge was sitting at the table with a magazine.

"Gimme that," I instructed in my usual gentle and loving tone as I snatched it from her.

"Hey!" Nudge protested, scrabbling to get the magazine back. I held it out as far as my arm would reach, fending off her lunges with my other arm.

"National Celeb?" I read the title of the tabloid in an oh-so-fascinated tone. I proceeded to the featured stories. "'Britney and Andy separating?' Oh, no! 'Is Jen getting too thin?' 'Fourteen ways to get those svelte curves you've always dreamed of!' 'The Fashion Police take on L.A!' Why do you read this crap, Nudge?" I asked incredulously. "I mean, I've always known you were one for the news, but tabloids? Really?"

Nudge gave me her most defiant look. "Well, if I want to look… suh-vell-tee, you have no right to judge me, Max! So what if I want some guy to look at me like Fa- they look at you?"

"Nudge, you're being over – wait, back up," I faltered. "Were you about to say 'Fang' just then?"

"Er," Nudge tried to cover. "What about 'Who Wore It Better?' I think it was Erin; Nicole just looked trampy."

"Wait, WHAT?" someone yelled down the hall. Fast footsteps began sounding down the hall.

"Nudge," I pressed. "Seriously. Were you just insinuating that Fang looks at - "

"Let me see that!" Iggy bellowed as he charged into the kitchen and abducted the magazine from me. He flipped frantically until he reached his page. "Nicole looks like an angel, you biased little heathen!" he yelled, rolling up the tabloid and smacking Nudge across the back of the head with it.

"I dunno, Ig-meister," Fang said, announcing his entrance. He strolled across the room nonchalantly until he was next to my chair, opposite Iggy. "I'm with Nudge on this one. Erin wore it better."

"No, it was definitely Nicole."

"Nope, Erin."

"Nicole."

"Erin."

"NICOLE."

"ERIN!"

Nudge and I watched the exchange like a tennis match, marveling at how this was actually happening in our kitchen, with our fourteen-year-old boys. It was rather amusing, really.

Until Iggy shot out his fist and got Fang in the mouth.

"NICOLE WORE THE PRADA BETTER, YOU BASTARD!" With that, he fled from the room. Fang, fuming, ran after him.

I turned to Nudge. "You know, if that happens every time someone discusses who wore an outfit better, they should really stop making two of the same one."

She nodded in agreement.

Tomorrow (if she's not still on her deathbed), Tassel will bring to you Red Rover. I am just picturing this in my head right now, and I must say, you can be pretty evil with this prompt.

(From Akira: We're caught up! I got this moments after the last chapter was posted, so disregard the part of the AN that said we're behind)