A story for Iggy/Ella lovers. Will consist of about 3 chapters.

Some sorta-smut in chapter 3.

Enjoy!


-Ella's POV-

"You need to find on soon, girl."

"Yeah! You don't want to be a punch-bowl girl again, do you Ella?"

"Of course not, I'm just looking for the right guy," I answered my friends over the phone. "And for the right shoes." I added.

"Well you don't have to marry him or anything! It's just one night. But an important night."

"Our first prom!" My two friends sighed heavily.

"Oo! Oo! I know, how about your foster brother? It's not like he's blood related."

"Gasman! Ew! No, he's only eleven!" I rebutted.

"No, no, no, not the stink-bomb, the other one!"

"Fang?" I questioned, Max would rip my head off.

"Ugh, no! The, uh, strawberry blonde, what's his name, I forget, sorry, uh..."

"Iggy," Taylor supplied.

"Yes! Him! He's adorable."

I pondered that. "I don't know, he's like seventeen, and I'm only fifteen."

Various sounds of disbelief popped through the phone, "Oh come-on!" they both yelled.

"My mom and dad are 9 years apart!" Kayla reminded us yet again.

"Well..." I racked my brain, thinking of excuses. Sometimes Iggy showed some interest towards me, and I really, really, liked Iggy. Maybe more than a crush...

"No more excuses!" Taylor scolded. She huffed, "Listen sweetie, I'm gonna level with you. I've read portions of your diary and I know you've got something for the 'Intriguing Iggy.'"

I gasped, "I called him that one time! How did you get to my diary!"

"Er, sometimes you go to the bathroom and I get bored sitting in your room so..."

"Can I have him!" Kayla screamed.

"Ugh, bye!" I said with finality as I slammed the phone back onto the receiver. I made a mental note to never write down anything about Max's, Fang's, Iggy's, Angel's, Gasman's, or Nudge's special abilities. Just in case Taylor or Kayla noticed that I'm not writing a fictional story about bird-kids who can fly, have wings, traveled almost around the world, and defeated multiple national evil corporations.

I sat on my bed, my halfway open closet revealed my blood-red, strapless, curvy dress that I planned on wearing the night of the High-School prom. Now I just needed some shoes. And the guy.

"Iggy."

I wasn't sure if his name was a question, answer, or statement as I whispered it.

My mom had un-offically adopted my half-sister(Maximum Ride)'s flock, a little less than a year ago. Max, Iggy, and Fang, all 17-ish (we're not sure of their actual birthdays). Nudge, 14, Gasman/Gazzy, 11, and his biological sister, Angel, 9 (all "ish-es").

Ever since the first time I met Iggy, I really had an admiration for him. Such as the way he can eat everything on his plate without missing his mouth or dropping anything. Then, the way he cooks fabulous meals and he can tell what any color is by touch. Also his looks...I really loved his tall, lanky, yet muscular physique under a handsome, pale body.

What I described before, may not sound like much, but Iggy is blind, but usually, it's hard to tell.

The red dress taunted me. Green numbers of the alarm clock flashed 11:45 PM. I went downstairs to get a glass of water. I stopped short when I saw Iggy already in the kitchen holding a cup of milk in his left hand, his right hand fiddling with the pilot stove knob. I watched for a moment as the little blue flame grew, then died out just as quickly.

Iggy and Gazzy are notorious pyros. They also make bombs...many bombs.

Stepped quietly in. The moment I lifted my foot, Iggy changed into an upright position.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Hey, couldn't sleep?" I greeted.

"Oh, hi Ella. No, just thirsty. I uh..." he trailed off. In the moonlight I saw him fidgeting. Only then did I notice that he was only wearing a white ribbed form-fitting tank-top and long black boxers.

I in only a long pink-satin nightgown without a bra. I crossed my arms self-consciously even though I knew he couldn't see.

He stepped a little closer. "So," he stretched casually, "Ow!" he slightly yelped as his palm pressed down on the still hot stove top.

"Ohmigosh, areyouokay?" I fretted, "Here, uh," I searched around. "Put your hand under cold water, I'll um..." I tried to think of what Mom would do.

Iggy laughed, "It's okay, I'll be better by tomorrow," he reminded me of his unnatural healing abilities.

I thrust his hand under icy water anyways.

I was holding his hand.

My hand jerked back. "I'll...go get some Aloe."

"You do that," he said indifferently turning his hand up and down in the sink.

In the upstairs bathroom I found the Aloe, which soothes burns, and Band-Aids. I applied both on Iggy's burn at the kitchen table.

"Good as new," I said.

"Will you kiss it?" he joked.

Calling his bluff, I did.

He looked shocked, "Oh."

I blushed, he didn't speak for a moment; thinking.

"You know," he continued, "My cheek sort of hurts too,"

Hesitantly, I leaned over and pecked his face.

"And my...lips."

I blinked, but slowly I touched my lips to his.

A mental firework exploded in my head.

We parted abruptly and stood up.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, "That was uncalled for."

"The only thing you should be apologizing for is for the corny-ness of that line," I laughed uneasily, "Besides, I'm the one who kissed you," I inserted, getting brave.

"Really, let's fix that," he smirked while pulling me closer. He pressed our faces together again, but more lively this time. He was getting more eager, his hands moving slowly to my waist as I moved mine to the back of his neck.

"I really like you, Iggy. I've admired you ever since I first met you," I blurted, finding his face in the dim light again.

"Even before you learned about the wings?" he asked.

"Yes, way before."

"Well," he murmured, our bodies still close together, "I've liked you ever since you said that the way I eat is amazing," he chuckled.

I laughed internally, "So we should have done this a while ago?" I said, turning my head.

"Done what?" an eleven year old Gazzy asked innocently as he walked through the kitchen entryway, rubbing his eyes.

In a millisecond, Iggy was back to sitting on the counter on the other side of the kitchen. Ah, to have those kind of reflexes. The observant Gasman looked between us suspiciously.

"My hand. I burned it on the stove and Ella came down to help me."

"Um, okay, goodnight you guys," Gazzy said, "Ig, do you want me to walk you upstairs?"

"No, I got it. I think I've mapped the place out well enough in my mind."

Walking in step behind Gazzy, Iggy looked back and winked in my general direction. I flushed bright pink.

"Goodnight Ella."

Swooned, I struggled to stay upright, much less respond.

He was definitely a candidate.

* * *

The smell of bacon woke me up the next morning. Max, my half sister, and I share a room while everyone else is split into two other rooms. One for the younger girls and the other for the three boys. Max must already be downstairs.

I slipped on a loose bra (because I was self-conscious of the non-blood related boys downstairs) and went down into the kitchen.

Max and Fang were curled up on the couch in the family room, kissing. Nudge glanced frequently with a sort of longing, Gazzy struggled to not throw-up, and Angel was trying to prevent hearing their thoughts. Iggy flipped eggs in the kitchen. Mom must be sleeping.

I waltzed over inconspicuously to Iggy and pushed some toast into the toaster.

"So who are you going with?" he asked casually.

"Going where?" I questioned.

"The prom," he answered simply, putting down his spatula. "The one you didn't tell us about, besides your mom and Max.

"How did you learn about this?"

"Your mom left early to buy some shoes for the dance."

"Oh. I-I don't know who I'm going with yet." I nervously pushed some hair behind my ear.

He laughed, "Still trying to work up the nerve to ask Fang?"

I scoffed, "Not if I value my life."

"I have a lot of spare time..." he began, "Because I won't go to school until next year, but, are you looking for a date?"

"Maybe."

"I'm not blood-related to you," he said taking my hand.

"Ella, honey? I'm home! I found some shoes at DSW's," my mother called as she walked through the front door.

"In here Mom!" I yelled back.

Iggy went back to his position in front of the stove flipping the eggs. Yes, the blind Iggy makes our meals.

"Look what I found!" Mom said excitedly.

I gasped as the white crinkled tissue paper revealed a pair of sexy dark red shoes with two inch heels and open toe. "I love them!"

"Can I see them?" Iggy asked. He took the pretty box and felt the shoes inside. "Oo, pretty," he commented, understanding the color through his odd sense of touch.

"I'm so glad you like them." Mom exhaled. She went over to show the Max and the fashionista-Nudge.

"I think you would look beautiful in red," Iggy whispered.

I let out a shakey breath, "Hey Ig, will you go to the prom with me?"

"I would be honored," he said with a bow.

I spent the rest of the time going over every detail of my outfit, hair, makeup, and perfumes in my head. I stole glances at Iggy periodically throughout the day and he always seemed to know when was looking. Before I went to bed, I had a three-way chat with Kayla and Taylor.

"I'm doing my nails right now. Only about 11 more hours till the dance you know! Oh, almost forgot, I asked Bobby Reese to go with me as a friend, he was cool about it."

"Cole Tanner asked me two weeks ago, but you both already know that!" Kayla giggled.

"I asked out Iggy!" I burst out. Two high-pitched squeals blasted from the phone. "Great, he's blind, and now I'm deaf!" I joked.

I had to describe every aspect of the discussion about the dance between Iggy and I, and finally hung up on them when I saw it was getting too late.

* * *

Before I knew it, my clock was blaring "I'll Be" by Edwin McCain.

Today was the dance, and I'd be going with Iggy!


This story is called "Whoosh" for a reason which will be revealed in the 3rd chapter...