Summery-
(Restating) The flock is coming up with 'fun' ideas to get max and fang together, and admit they love each other. Will any of them even work? What will the rest of the flock do to make this happen? It should get interesting. Read and see.
Disclaimer- No I am not a middle aged novelist with the initial JP, even though my dad does, but he's not "JP" either. I hope that made sense. : P
Angel POV-
I think this is the best idea I've ever had, like ever! I figured out the other day that Fang and Max actually admitted they loved each other. Well not really admitted per se, errr- well they thought it, and they kinda won't admit it to herself, but I knew there was something more, so I guess that counts. Maybe.
I've been trying to convince both of them separately that they should do something about it. Slight problem… they don't believe the other might actually feel the same way. That's where we come in; the rest of the flock.
It's going to have to be our job to push them in the right direction.
And it's been a whole week already, so it's time to do something about it. Step 1: Meeting up to discuss the tactic.
That's why a meeting's going on, in the girls' bathroom. I know, I know, not the best place, but it's the only place in the house they would never look. I think Fang is scared of pink. And let me tell you it was pink. But I love, love, love, pink, so it's all good.
We all even dressed in all black with eyeliner smeared under our eyes so we looked like spies. Pretty sneaky if you ask me. We were all so damn cute. If I even knew what 'damn' meant. I mean I've heard it in everyone's head before. Especially Max who was thinking about Fang when I heard that statement.
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"What the hell did you put on me?!" fumed Iggy, referring to the eyeliner/makeup Nudge was putting on him. Nudge giggled hysterically.
"Pay attention lovebirds" I scolded. They scoffed at me, but Nudge was blushing slightly. Heehhehe. I was so evil. Anyway. Back to Max and Fang.
"I think we put them in awkward situations, oh and maybe give them a makeover. I've never had a makeover before; I've only seen them done on TV. They really can transform a person. I mean I was watching MTV Made and I saw this one girl get made into a prom queen, and she turned out really pretty and-" I slapped a hand over Nudge's mouth, and gave a thank-you-for-your-imput-but-i-really-need-you-to-stop-talking-now look.
"Anyone else? We have awkward situations, and makeovers as options. Iggy what do you think?"
He bit his thumbnail in thought. A smile suddenly lit in his eyes.
"Just lock them alone in an expensive hotel room together with only 'sexy' clothes to sleep in. that would be fun." He grinned evilly. That could work.
"Iggy what's sexy?" Gazzy asked suspiciously, and yet it was a genuine question.
Iggy couldn't even see, how was he supposed to know what sexy looked like.
Nudge shot him a don't tell the kid or I'll hurt you glare, but of course it was waited, so she elbowed him instead. HARD I might add. Go girl power! Iggy just laughed.
"But how could we take all their clothes away without them knowing, and how exactly are we getting them together in a hotel room at the same time, with no questions asked?" I asked myself out loud, thinking.
"Me and Iggy could take care of the clothes, Right Ig?
"But that would involve bombs or explosives. And we aren't allowed to have those" Iggy announced in a motherly voice, imitating Max horribly.
"Whatever it takes, just get the job done. Me and Nudge will replace them as soon as we can." I said determined.
Maybe I was having a little too much fun with this. 'OH WELL', I mentally giggled.
We whispered and schemed for another ten minutes, and heard Max walking down the halls, opening cupboards, and closets, looking for us. I mean she could look in the cabinets under the sink, but not in a bathroom. She hadn't even thought to ask me via. Thought. But that only made the job easier.
"Meeting Dismissed."
We all stacked fists and snuck out of the window in the bathroom, by the way, could only really fit me and Nudge really.
Note to self: Never try to fit everyone through this window, ever again especially right after dinner. *cough cough Gazzy*
I gagged.
(Going on in the meantime-)
Max POV-
I was looking all over the 'E' shaped house.
The only person I could locate was Fang, sitting comfortably propped up on a bar stool at the island, reading the daily newspaper, and munching on a few bagels. He saw me and looked up.
"Where the hell did my flock go?" I sighed in frustration, opening the breadbox in the kitchen, looking to see if they could fit. HA! I'm a moron, I know, I realize this now.
I started to sprint out of the room, (they obviously weren't here.) but stopped. A hand caught my wrist firmly. I looked up at my wrist to Fang, and I knew he wanted something. But he's never held my wrist like that before. It was sort of shocking… or sexy, take your pick. Wait what, Fang was NOT sexy, and I love him and all, but only as a brother, and a friend. NOTHING MORE people, get your head out of the clouds, even though we all know mine it still there.
"I think we should talk." He muttered casually, pulling me in the direction of his bedroom.
Oh No.
(AN.)
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