Okay, this is the totally annoying thing that goes at the beginning of stories. Oh, whats it called, oh yeah, THE DAMN DISCLAIMER. If I really was James Patterson, why would I publish my future ideas on the world wide web? ANSWER THAT FOR ME, PEEPS!!!!

Anywho, here it is.

DISCLAIMER: I am not James Patterson. I never have been, never will be. Happy now?

Okay, this is my first ever fanfiction, so go easy on me. Some of this story's text might be a little confusing. So, here's a key for you.

Iggy's thoughts

Angel's thoughts

Ella's thoughts

Normal story

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EPOV

There he was, beautiful, smart, talented, and all mine.

I sighed, looking at him, as he cooked dinner for the rest of us. Nudge had dragged Max, Fang, Angel, and Gazzy with her to go to California, to see a local fashion show. Nudge wanted to be a designer, so this was a good experience for her.

"Hey, could you pass the pepper?" His velvet voice pierced my thoughts. I wonder if he knows how I feel about him.

Of course he does silly!

Angel! What are you doing here? I thought that you went with Max, Fang, Gazzy, and Nudge to California.

I didn't. I hid up in the attic. But don't worry. Max already knows.

If you say so…

I didn't say so, I TOLD you so.

Sure Angel.

"Hello? Anyone there? Ella, can you please pass the pepper?" He was now a little annoyed.

"Oh, sorry!" I said, a little panicked now that I realized that during my conversation with Angel, Iggy had been trying to get a conversation going. Boy, wouldn't I love to know what he was thinking….

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IPOV

Man, was she beautiful. I can't stand not being able to see her, but with Angel's help, I can. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, framing her coffee colored skin perfectly. Her intent brown eyes were currently fixed upon me, as I moved around the kitchen. I only knew this from my ABS. (Angel Broadcast System)

I realized that I needed some pepper for the dish I was making, but I couldn't find it. I could still hear Ella's faint heartbeat (so much slower than I was used to, but still) and asked her if she could get it.

Five minutes later, I still hadn't gotten a response.

Angel, can you tell me what Ella's thinking?

Of course! She's having a conversation with me in her head.

Apparently, I needed to take matters into my own hands.

"Hello? Anyone there? Ella, can you please pass the pepper?" I hope I didn't sound too annoyed.

"Oh, sorry!" she replied, sounded a little panicked.

Ah well, no one can be perfect.

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I hope that that wasn't too weird. Anywho, hit that little green and white button. You know you want to...

~WindClanApprentice112~