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Chapter 2. [Flashback #1]

"YOU'RE DOING IT wrong!" Azalea yelled.

"How would you know? You haven't even made this before!" Iggy yelled back. "Hey! Don't touch my marshmallows, you thief!"

"I don't want your disgusting marshmallows." Azalea scoffed. "They can't compare to mine." She popped a marshmallow into her mouth and chewed it loudly in front of Iggy. 

Iggy gasped mockingly. "How dare you? You have no right!" He slammed his hand on the table jokingly.

Azalea giggled and grabbed a hand full of flour. She tossed it at Iggy. The two started throwing whatever they could trap at each other, biscuits, chocolate, marshmallows.

They laughed and ran around the kitchen like children. Iggy slipped on some chocolate sauce and landed on his butt. His laugh was so loud that the neighbours were close to complaining. Due to the stitches she felt in her abdomen, Azalea toppled onto the floor and continued laughing.

The two didn't stop giggling as they wiped the food out of their hair and skin. They had many food fights. Although Iggy felt guilty of wasting food. Sometimes, they would pause and take the expired food from the cabinets to use instead.

Azalea and Iggy both sunk into the mountains of soft toys on Azalea's couch. Azalea turned on the Television and turned it on. She switched the channels and started a new episode of 'Anne with an E'.

The two bestfriends watched the show, occasionally making comments.

"Don't be so mean. Anne's been through a lot." Iggy countered Azalea's insult.

"Don't be such a part pooper, Iggy." Azalea rolled her eyes. "I'm just staying that Anne should appreciate Marilla and Matthew more."

"But sometimes-"

"Iggy! Don't be a goody-two-shoes." Azalea said.

"I'm not a good-two-shoes!"

"You won't let me curse."

"You're too young to use such foul language," Iggy said. "I'd be horrified if Will ever learnt those words."

Wilhem Hankwitz was Iggy's twelve year-old brother. Azalea never met him, but Iggy showed her a picture of them.

They both had the same kind smile and curly brown hair. Their periwinkle eyes were sparkling. Will sat on Iggy's shoulders, mid-laugh, pulling at Iggy's curls.

"Sure, grandpa." Azalea stuck her tongue out at Iggy.

"That's right, fetus." Iggy replied.

"Oh, God," Azalea stuffed her head into her hands. "Your insults are as lame as a grandpa's!"

"FETUS! FETUS! FETUS!"

The whether in Singapore wasn't very predictable. Azalea had been living here for almost three months and everyday, she tried to guess what the whether would be like. Needless to say, she was wrong every time.

Azalea and Iggy were waiting for Juline to come visit when large raindrops splattered on the windows. Gradually, the speed and volume of the rain increased and it wasn't long before a downpour started.

Azalea squealed and grabbed some flip-flops. Taking the stairs two steps at a time, she ran downstairs to meet the rain.

Maybe Azalea was right when she called Iggy a grandpa. Or maybe Iggy never though that Azalea would run into the rain, because he hesitated for a second. Then, he grabbed an umbrella and quickly ran after her.

Iggy was met with a fourteen year-old girl, arms stretched, legs dancing, swirling in the rain. She smiled so brightly that the rain hit her teeth. Her curly blonde hair was soaked and the huge t-shirt she was wearing stuck to her body like second skin.

"Azalea!" Iggy said in his big-brother voice. "Get out of the rain! You'll get sick!"

"Oh, Iggy. Be a dear and join me!" Azalea said in a fake accent.

"Firstly," Iggy held a finger up, his other hand still holding the umbrella. "I am always a dear. Secondly, no."

"Ugh. You grandpas are so annoying. Live a little!"

"If I truly am a grandpa, I would have lived a longer life than you, Fetus."

"You and your stupid, party pooper facts." Azalea grumbled. She cupped her hands together and collected rainwater in her hands. When her hands were full, she splashed the water at Iggy.

Iggy used his umbrella to shield his body, saying, "I have an um- "

Having used the umbrella to block Azalea's attack on him, the rain splashed down on his head and within seconds, he, too, was wet.

"Oh, screw it." Iggy tossed the umbrella aside and danced with Azalea in the rain.

It was only when they both were met with the angry faces of Juline did they stop.

"DON'T YOU DARE say 'I told you so,'," Azalea grumbled with a husky voice.

"I told you so," Iggy gloated, then he sneezed.

"You look like crap," Azalea said.

"Thanks. You too."

"This, children," Juline said. "Is why sensible people don't play in the rain. Look at you both! Stuck in bed and sneezing every three minutes! Honestly, Igor, do you have no sense?"

Azalea laughed out loud at the use of Iggy's real name.

"Shut up."

Juline sighed and placed two bowls of stew in front of the sick bestfriends. Juline had secretly poured some Elvin medicine into the stew, knowing that Azalea would refuse to drink it if she knew what it was. They were both huddled on the couch, with blankets and soft toys surrounding them. "Well, at least you two won't be lonely. Seeing as to how you both are sick and you have plenty of toys to keep you company."

"You're amazing, Juline," Azalea deliriously smiled and Juline smiled back. "Have I ever told you that?"

"Wouldn't hurt to hear it more."

"You know who else is amazing?" Iggy pointed his spoon at Azalea, splattering soup on the floor. "Iggy."

"Stupid grandpa."

"Useless fetus."

"You know I love you."

"I know you do."