You Don't Want To know

"Mmmm…no."

Fang sighed, continuing to flip through the pages of the baby names book. "Burt?"

"Ew."

She was so annoying… "Why can't we pick it later?"

"Fang, I'm seven months pregnant."

"Well I just don't feel right about having to use a book to-"

"Did I ask for your opinion?"

Fang threw the book onto the bed. "Then you pick out the name."

Groaning, Max said, "You make everything so difficult. You're such a baby."

Fang ignored her, walking out of the room. "I'll be back later."

"Where are you going?"

"We're out of sodas."

Max frowned, crossing her arms. Fang's such a jerk. It was a few minutes later when she realized she was hungry. Guess she'll just have to call him.

Iggy walked down the hall of the house he shared with the rest of the flock. It was almost seven, which meant that dinner should have been started. But did anyone else do it? No. Why do it when the blind guy can?

He was walking past the master bedroom, which was Max's and Fang's, when he heard it. He was momentarily reminded of the fact that he was cheated out of that room but was quickly brought out of his brief anger when he started listening to Max's words.

"Something thick, and white."

Iggy frowned. It sounded like she was on the phone…

"Yeah. The bigger the better. Yes Fang. God. Last time you got it all over the bed sheets. It wasn't my fault I fell asleep! You were taking too long. Just hurry. I need it now."

Iggy turned whiter than what he believed Max to be talking about. He walked hurriedly all the way to the kitchen, trying to get the mental image out of his head. He knew that they did that but…just ew.

"Hey Ig," Fang said, walking into the kitchen. He sat down the sodas.

Iggy got flustered, blushing slightly. "Uh…hey."

Fang frowned. "Everything alright-"

"Everything's fine!"

"Okay Ig." Fang shook his head, deciding to figure out was wrong at dinner. He went up to his and Max's room, sighing.

"Did you get it?"

"Yep. Vanilla milkshake, just like you wanted."

"Oh good. At least you didn't spill it all over the bed like last time."

"Do you have to keep bringing that up? And it was your fault. Who falls asleep while drinking a milkshake?"

"Well, you should have taken it from me."

"Max I was sleeping!"

"And?"

"How could I have known-"

"Just give me my damn milkshake."

Fang handed it over before getting back into bed. "Iggy was acting really strange."

"Was he?" Max asked.

"Y-"

"Ew." Max suddenly said.

Frowning, he looked at her. "What?"

"I want chocolate."

"You said v-"

"I know what I said, Fang." She handed it over to him. "But it doesn't taste right. Go get me chocolate."

"No."

"Please?"

"You don't even like chocolate."

"Yes I do. Dark brown, smooth, milky. I want some. Please?"

Iggy, who had been coming up the stairs to tell them it was time to eat, caught the tail end of their conversation. He turned right back around. You don't want to know what he thought they were talking about this time…

Friend said I couldn't write a story in ten minutes. That took six.