I woke up early, tied my hair back and stomped determinely into the kitchen. I was going to ask Iggy to help me do something drastic and stupid. Some people may even say suicidal. But I need his help. He was best at this.
"Hello Iggy," I tried to say in a casual tone. He was chopping tomatos for the salsa he was making. And to the naked ear it probably did sound like casual tone. But Iggy's ear wasn't average. He immediately stiffened. And his expression turned suspicious.
"Whats up Max?" He said in the same casual tone. By now, you may be wondering what's so dangerously stupid. Knowing Iggy, he'd probably do anything for me. We're family. But this may be a little too far. Would he take a stab in the arm for me. Definitely. Would he fight an army of erasers, already knowing he was going to lose for me? Maybe. But what I was going to ask, the chances of him saying yes are close to never.
"Iggy," I sighed, trying to carefully pick out the words. "I. Want. To," I took a deep breath again, dangerously close to hyperventilating. "Learnhowtocook," I said the last few words in a blur. We both froze for an excruciatingly long second, while he digested what I just said. Then he unexpectedly lunged at me. In about half a second I was pinned to the floor with Iggy's tomato knife at my neck.
"Crap, Iggy! What the heck?"
"Nice try, but I'm not falling for the whole Max clone thing again,"
"I am not a clone!" I hissed. He stared at me in disbelief then he shook his head.
"ANGEL!" He yelled so loud I wanted to protect my ears. Angel stumbled into the kitchen, bedraggled.
"What?"
"Help me pin this down?"
She started to ask why, but then she read Iggy's mind. Then mine. She sighed.
"She's not a clone, Iggy. That's the real Max,"
"But-but. She wanted to learn how to cook." Angel let out a choked gasp.
"She's Max alright, but I don't want to be within a ten-mile radius of her cooking,"
"I'm not going to teach her!" He said, taking the knife off my neck and helping me up.
"Please, please, please!" I begged, desperation in my eyes. His eyes widened a fraction bigger, which I didn't even thing was possible.
"Did you just beg?" He gasped. I never begged for anything in my life. Not verbally anyway. Begging was beneth me (usually), a sign of weakness. I was just as suprised as he was. Maybe now he would teach me...