A/N: So this is taking place after FANG, but completely ignoring the part where Fang, you know, well, if you don't know I won't tell you, but it's not pretty. So this is all Iggy for you, which is good for all you Iggy fans and if you're not really an Iggy fan it's still really good. It's like a Max and Fang love story- just, since those two are already together, a different kind.

So enjoy.

Sick. Absolutely sick. That's how I feel right now. And, no, not just any kind of sick.

Not your average stomache flu, the agonizing pain that lasts 24 hours, and it's not your typical cough, either.

Nope I'm sick with the everlasting, painful, amazing, mortifying, confusing, absolutely horrible sickness of love.

Yup. That's right. I, Iggy, the pyro, the blind kid, the pervert in- well, not exactly in disguise- am lovesick. And I'm in love with a girl I'm never gonna get.

I mean, who falls in love with a pervert? I wouldn't. But, I mean, really, just because I make a few jokes here and there and bring a few strippers home every once in a while doesn't make completely perverted- does it?

Don't answer that.

Who falls in love with a pyro? I wouldn't. I could blow her head off in any given moment- and, even though there's no way in heck I'd do that- I wouldn't want to fall asleep at night knowing the person right next to me could blow off my head.

Who falls in love with a blind person? I wouldn't. We'd never be able to see the Grand Canyon together, and I'd never get to see the movies we'd go to see. I wouldn't want her to feel guilty every time we go to do something and then she realizes I can't. A girl wants to be told she's beautiful. And as beautiful as I know she is, I'll never be able to offer her that. I'd never get to tell her how her smile lights up my world, or how her hair flows like rain drops. Or how nice her wedding dress is or how adorable our kids are. I'll never be able to tell her that he eyes look like melting chocolate, or like crystals reflecting on a beautiful blue lake.

All I see is nothing, and that's exactly what I feel like right now.

Because who would fall in love with me?

Ella certainly wouldn't.

Prolog is finished and I officially don't know how to spell that word- so please tell me.

To tell you the truth, I have no idea how this is going to turn out, but I decided to write a whole list of COMEPLETELY random things to do, things to say and just plain things and it's my goal to add them all to my story. So should I post the listfor you guys and try to forfill my goal? Answer in a review and the first chapter will be up tomorrow!