Yo-Check-My-Flow

Movie Night. (This time from Fang's P.O.V) I waited patiently for the quick rhythm of the song to increase, concentrating on the metallic echoes of the electric guitar. I was mildly aware of a yell from Iggy, but didn't bother to open my closed eyes, knowing that it was probably just banter between him and Gazzy. The lights went out and someone squished into the sofa next to me. Max. I knew it was her because my nostrils received the scent of fresh popcorn, an association built from Max's incapability to grasp cooking. Popcorn was the only thing she could "cook" and due to this, it was always Max who made it. Couldnt argue with that, well