YAY! More Maximum Ride. This one's Max/Iggy! Anyways, I don't own these folks. Spoilers, from book 2, so if you haven't read it, don't read this, although there aren't really too many, besides that this takes place during it.

This is when they're at Anne's house, and Iggy wants to come into the bathroom, but Max is in a towel (gasp!).

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"Max? Can I come in? I need to brush my teeth," Iggy said impatiently.

I sighed, "No – I'm in a towel."

"I'm blind."

I gasped, "No! Are you kidding? Are you sure?"

"Just be quick then," he muttered. I hear him leaning on the wall just outside.

I groaned, "Hurry up." I opened the door and he scrambled in. He quickly did as he said, and brushed his teeth, spitting into the sink. He wiped his mouth and looked over to where I stood.

"Havin' fun?" I scowled.

"You smell nice," Iggy announced.

"The healing powers of a shower, now scoot!" I replied.

"Max?" he whispered, before opening the door to get out. I sensed the seriousness in his voice, and paused, staring at him curiously.

"What?" I asked, suddenly a bit worried.

"C-can I tell you something? Talk to you?" Iggy asked.

"Shoot," I said, wrapping the towel tighter around myself. "What's up?"

"Well…don't say anything, okay? But…" he reached out towards me, and stopped once he could feel my arm strung across my chest. He started to lean in, and I froze in place, as he kissed me. I didn't move, I didn't do anything; I just stood still as a statue as he kissed me. He finally pulled away, and was blushing.

"Iggy-" I said. He shook his head.

"Don't speak; I want you to think, before you yell at me."

"I'm not going to yell," I sighed, not being able to help a smile. "It's okay."

"Alright, then. Um, goodnight," his hand moved to the door handle. There was a certain sorrow in his voice, it seemed quieter too. "I'm sorry."

"Iggy," I touched his arm. He turned back to me, biting his lip. "Don't go, yet."

"What?" he asked, looking at me, like he could see the words dying to break off from my lips.

"Don't be sorry," I said. I pulled him closer and pressed my lips gently against his. For a blind guy, he was a very good kisser. I was surprised about how much I was enjoying myself, and was oddly not weirded out at all, like I'd been the first time. This time, I was kissing him.

At length, we parted. He blushed again, grinning slightly. I was blushing too, annoyingly enough. I was glad he couldn't see me.

"I've got to get dressed," I said.

"Right," he nodded, "Well, goodnight."

"Night," I replied softly. I could see him smiling as he walked down the hallway.

And I was too, for once.