Hi guys! The reason I've decided to write this is, I was trying to find a good old Eggy (Ella x Iggy) but there was literally NONE, so hope you other Eggy lovers out there enjoy this! I'm back with another fic I'm sure you'll love!

Ella: ah! You're so full of yourself!

Serenity: watch it, I might just kill you off in this chapter!

Ella: you can't kill me! I'm the main character of this fic!

Serenity: …mute point.`

PS: at the end, my quotation marks stopped working right, so if that screwed you up, sorry!

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I woke up feeling like crap again today. I really think I'm getting a cold. I sniffled and reached for the Kleenex, which was already half empty. I'd gone through three boxes. My mom, or , as the flock calls her, walked in and swiftly opened the curtains. "Ah! My eyes!" I cried as I dove under the covers.

I was safe and warm under my covers, but my so-called mother tore them from my hands. I curled up with no covers and inaudibly mumbled something about "5 more minutes". my mom briskly clapped as she talked to me "Come on, Ella, it's a nice day outside, get up."

I moaned. "No, if I go outside I'll shrivel up."

"And why is that?"

"I'm a vampire."

"Is that right?"

"Yes."

"Then I suppose you'll be having blood for breakfast instead of bacon?"

My eyes snapped open. I loved bacon. "That was a dirty trick, Mom." I said as I groggily peeled myself off the mattress. I reached up to brush my long black hair, which was now down to my waist. I'd really let it grow out last summer. Maybe I should go get it cut soon, I thought as I examined myself in the mirror, turning my head back and forth.

After picking out appropriate attire for couch potato-ing , I walked down the stairs, following the almost irresistible aroma of gently simmering bacon. My mom barely had time to say 'good morning" before I was lost in the wonderful meat-flavoured world of bacon. I wasn't paying much attention to my mom's ramblings, due to the fact that I could hardly hear through my slobbery chomping, but something she said all the sudden seemed significant to my existence. I swallowed quickly, almost choking on a wad of unchewed bacon, and yelled "What?"

Her disapproving eyes turned to me "You know, you really should chew your food, it's not healthy."

I wiped my mouth, "No, no, what did you say before that?" I hurriedly asked.

She looked confused. "I said 'to make sure to open the door for Max and the flock.'"

The piece of bacon I had been currently working on dropped from my hand. "actually, they should be here in a couple of minutes." she said examining her watch.

"Mom!" I yelled. "Why didn't you tell me earlier! I have to go get dressed now!" I said as I looked down at my dirty sponge bob T-shirt, and old sweats.

"You're fine like that!' she said as only a mother could, as she gestured to my shameful outfit.

"Mom! We're going to have company! Iggy is going to be there!" oops, that last part wasn't supposed to slip out.

Mom turned to me, a confused expression on her face, "Do you like Iggy?" she asked, searching my face.

"Pfft! No, I mean o-of c-course not! No." I stuttered, trying and failing to sound non-chalant.

She nodded, looking anything but convinced and turned back to the dishes. As soon as her back was turned, I breathed a sigh of relief and bolted back to my room. I ran and skidded to a halt in front of my seemingly growth-stunted closet, the last item of clothing I had bought was almost a year ago. I reached to the back, and when I felt something expensive feeling, I pulled. I ended up with two different items of clothing. Black dress or denim skirt! So many decisions, so little time. That's when I heard mom yell from downstairs, ``Ella they're here! Hurry up!``

Crap! This is the time to resort to the ancient method of foretelling passed down through the ages: Eenie Meenie Minie Moe! I closed my eyes as I began to do just that. Denim skirt it is, then! I put it quickly on, before bounding over to my vanity and plopping down in front of it, hair and makeup next! I didn't think I had time to curl it, like I'd originally planned, so, something else. Pigtails, no, too kiddie, I wanted Iggy to think of me as mature. Ponytail, yes perfect! Sophisticated, yet beautiful. I quickly slapped on some lip-gloss and mascara before running down, all the while yelling ``I'm coming, I'm coming!```before slowing down, smoothing out my skirt, and walking down the stairs. When I came into view, all of their jaws dropped. Max pointed and asked ``Ella!```

Okay, seriously, I might not be one for fashion, but cut me some slack, would ya! That's when I saw out of the corner of my eye, Iggy whispering to Fang. I could only make out the words ```What does she look like```

And that's when I remembered that Iggy was blind. I sighed. Oh, well. All I could hope for was that Fang would tell him the truth, that I looked wonderful. But let's all face it, that's a pretty slim chance.

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Please review, please, please review! And just so you know, no, this is NOT I repeat NOT a oneshot, so please, keep reading!