Me: It's so damn hot outside…
Max: That's why we are sitting in your room, with two window fans, a cylindrical fan, and personal fans, trying to beat the heat.
Fang: That's also why we had a lovely meal of stifling hot food.
Me: I have ice cream and toppings in the kitchen…
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride. I do however own a freezer full of ice cream, frozen yogurt, and Italian ice. This is after 5th book.
MPOV
Gosh, it was so hot outside. I shuffled downstairs to check the thermometer, and found that it was 102 degrees.
"Glaring at the thermometer won't make it snow, Max." A voice said from behind me, as arms wrapped around my waist.
"Fang, get of off me" I whined. Yes, whined, it was 102 degrees outside; we were doing weird stuff.
A month ago, Fang and I decided to get an apartment in Pittsburgh, and the owner of the apartments was Mike, the computer nerd that harassed us in the subway tunnels. We got our huge apartment for like, nothing. The four bedroom apartment meant sharing, so I gladly shared a room with Fang. Angel shared a room with Nudge, for old time's sake.
My flock was currently wearing their swimsuits, the ones that my mom gave us for when we visited her. I still can't believe she has a pool in the back yard. My swimsuit was a grey bikini. Nudge's was a yellow bikini, only less low cut then mine. Angel had a lovely pink bikini that made mine look like scrap fabric. It was sensibly cut for a seven year old. All of our swimsuits had two strings that tie around your back, so they fit over our wings.
Explaining what the guys wore is much simpler, they wore shorts. Fang wore black, Iggy wore red, and Gazzy wore green, simple as that.
"It's so hot outside! I hate heat waves. I wish we had ice cubes! That way we could stay cold. I like ice cream, Hey, Fang, do we have any ice cream left, or frozen yogurt, or Italian ice? It's so hot outside." Nudge whined slowly, afraid to say too much too fast, because heat distracted me a lot, and I might not hear half of what she says if she talks a mile a minute.
Fang went to the kitchen, and brought back a bucket of ice and a bucket of… shirts. He tied one of the shirts around my neck loosely and I understood, they had been in the freezer, and were nice and cold. The flock gathered in a circle, with the ice and shirts in the middle, and proceeded to drench ourselves with ice water, and tie cold shirts around our necks. It felt so good, like a rainstorm on the dry African savannah.
Me: It's too hot to write any more now, and I have math and reading prep for school, also a project for church.
Max: the frozen shirts sounds like a good idea, just don't get them wet first, or you get ice…Wait.
Fang: If you want ice, run them under water first.
Me: Yeah *turns on another fan and grabs some old shirts*
It's too hot to think of a catchphrase, so…
R&R.