Hey everyone! Thanks for the 50+ reviews :P IT MAKES ME HAPPY! So here's the next chapter. Sorry about the long wait. No inspiration. Psh. Writer's block is terrible.

But anyways, sorry for any mistakes, I don't own MR, I DO own the storyline blah blah blah…

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SONG OF THE DAY: Troublemaker by Olly Murs ft. Flo Rida

Iggy's Gifts

You know that feeling you get when you absolutely want to pulverize someone or something but you're not exactly sure why? Yeah. That was me ever since slammed the door in Fang's face, two weeks ago.

I was tense to the extreme. And apparently I don't hide my emotions too well (ha…haha…big shocker there) so Ella, Iggy and Nudge have been questioning me and trying to get me to 'fess up ever since.

They have been failing. Nothing was coming out of my mouth. Zip, zilch, zero, nada. Nothing.

Although my emotional state of being was a little more than questionable, my work life was somewhat better. I didn't get my old job back unfortunately but a different café needed a waitress so ta-da, I was at least doing something with my life. But I had the early shift from 5 in the morning until 1 at night…and God knows I don't sleep.

I laid on one of the three couches Ella's family had in the living room. The window shades were up, flooding the already bright room with the warm summer sun.

I jumped when the front door banged up.

"Iggy's here!" Ella yelled from the kitchen.

"He is indeed!" he announced proudly, slamming the door behind him.

I rolled my eyes. "Hi, Iggy."

"Hola Coca-cola," he said in a weird accent. "I come bearing gifts!"

I couldn't help but smile at the goofy expression on his face. Iggy, no matter how poor, was always getting us stuff.

"What kind of gifts, Iggy?" Ella asked a little warily. Last time he brought "Ella-Be-Gone" which simply was a spray bottle full of water. He ran around spraying her saying, "be gone, Ella, be gone! LET ME EAT FOOD!"

She got soaked.

"Unfortunatley, Ella, I did not bring "Ella-Be-Gone"—"

"Oh, how sad," she said sarcastically.

He nodded shamefully. "Yes, I knew you'd be heartbroken. But! I brought other things!"

He threw me one bag and Ella the other.

I peeked inside. Honestly, this is why I love Iggy. He brought me a box of good and plenty (candy-coated black licorice), a new white tank top (I've needed a new one since…forever), black nail polish and…a tabloid.

I looked up at Iggy with raised eyebrows. "A tabloid? Seriously?"

He winked. "I thought you'd want to catch up with Nicky-boy." He wiggled his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes but looked at the cover tentatively. Nothing about me. YES.

"What did you get, Ella?"

I looked up when she didn't answer. "Ella?" She and Iggy were in the middle of a silent eye conversation.

"Oh…um…new shoes," she said, peeking in her bag. She smiled at Iggy. "Thanks."

He shrugged. "No problem. Anything for my girls." He winked again. "So what are you guys doing on this fine lovely day?"

I noticed that he and Ella exchanged another set of sly looks.

"Um…nothing," I replied. "I don't think. Why the heck are you guys looking at each other like that? What's up?"

"Well…the sky usually," Iggy replied like the smart aleck he is. "Unless you're upside down. Then it's the ground."

I put the tabloid down. "You guys are hiding something from me."

"And what would we be hiding?" Iggy asked.

"Well that's what I'm trying to figure out." I sat up. "Something's up. So who's gonna spill?"

"Nothing's going on, Max," Ella reassured me. I knew she was hiding something though. "I'm gonna get some food. Want something, Max?"

"Uh, sure," I mumbled. "Yogurt would be good."

"I'll help," Iggy offered. "I want to make a sandwich anyways."

I watched as they walked away then started flipping through the magazine again. Gossip, fashion and drama. Not exactly my cup of tea. I flipped to the back cover. My eyes opened in surprise when I saw something written in black in the corner. I looked closer:

Call me, Max plz. See ya 2nite.

It was accompanied by a number and signed Fang.

"Oh my word. Oh my lord. This isn't happening. This IS NOT HAPPENING. IGNATIOUS JAMES HARDER YOU WILL DIE!" I yelled, running into the kitchen.

"I'm guessing you saw the note," he said calmly.

"Yes, I did and you know what I'm kind of freaking out about it. No, actually I'm REALLY freaking out about it. HOW THE HECK DID YOU GET A HOLD OF HIM? HOW DID HE GET A HOLD OF YOU? WHY ARE YOU GUYS EVEN COMMUNICATING?"

"Nudge gave him my number."

I bite my lip and closed my eyes. "Ella for god's sake please tell me this is a nightmare, a mistake, ANYTHING. Please. I'm begging you." I looked at her earnestly.

She looked at me. "He'll be here at six."

My jaw dropped. "For WHAT?!"

"Dinner. And a movie."

I stared at them. "You're freaking kidding me, right?"

Iggy took me by the shoulders. "He just wants to hang out, Max."

"I don't want to hang out with him, Iggy! I don't ever want to see him again!"

"Max—" Ella touched my arm.

I shook her off. "No, do NOT tell me it will be fine. It is NOT fine. I'm going to my room. Have fun with Nick," I grumbled.

There was NO way I was going to see him. Never. EVER. And that was that.

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~Dreams