Okay, this is going to DEFINETLY be a multi-chapter story, so be checking for more! Eggy is one of my favorite couples in MR so be nice if I don't add a lot of Fax to this. Please review, this gives us authors a reason to write and some sense of accomplishment that we actually did something readable/ likeable. Ideas for future chapters are always welcome and appreciated, so just throw anything out there, and I almost for sure put it in.

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Iggy's POV

Sometimes I hate being me. Just when I thought there wasn't going to be much more drama around here with Fang coming back and making out with Max 24/7, Ella comes along.

Now, Ella, that girl is something else. She is just so sweet and nice to everyone, and I just get butterflies every time I hear her, seeing(haha) as I can't see her that just makes them all the worse. (FYI if you didn't know I'm blind). But now we're living here as a permanent residence, so this might be even more difficult to...

"Hey, what's wrong," she asked me as she sat on the couch with me, her legs brushing up against mine, giving me unexpected thrills, which made me blush.

"Um, n-nothing," I said embarrassed that she decided to sit next to me when I was thinking about her.

"You've been sitting here for like two hours not doing anything. Just tell me please," she said pleadingly.

"I was thinking about Max and Fang, and how they are going to just be making out every five seconds," I said after sighing. I wasn't the a complete lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either.

All she did was giggle and it made the butterflies in me go ballistic. I really wanted to just grab Ella and do what Fang does to Max, but I could never have Ella. She was so normal and I was so not. (Little clue, I have bird wings on my back and can fly. Ella and her mom are the only normal ones in the house) I couldn't put her live in danger, and that would happen, especially if she was with me. I'm the blind freak for heaven's sake, why did she have to like me! I could just tell she did.

"You know they aren't all that bad," she told me, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Ya, ya, but you didn't live with that for a long time, did you," I said sourly.

"No... but I don't think it'll be that bad, at least they're happy," she said, trying to dull my un-enthusiasum(If that's a word, and if it's not, it is now).

"Oh, just forget it, I need some air, see you in a bit okay," I said trying to make an escape before she said anything I wasn't ready for.

"Um... okay, bye," she said kind of sadly. Before I could tell her to come back though I hear her door, close, kind of forcefully, which was her version of slamming her door.

"Great," I muttered under my breath as I went outside and did an up up and away, "now she's mad at me."

I flew for a little bit and eventually landed on a branch that felt like it would support me. This is where I like to think and just be alone.

"Why out of all the guys in the world, did she pick me." I groaned. I can't give her a normal life, good children, or any of that crap. But the worst part was I like her back. This is obviously not good. I can't let her get hurt, I'd never forgive myself.

But what if you not being with her hurts her more. Did I mention that I really hate the mushy romantic side of me.

Ya well, if she got hurt because she was with me, what would I do?

That seemed to shut it up for a while, at least that what I thought until,

You give her time to heal, but whatever you do,where ever you go, she will never stop loving you.

Oh get over yourself, I thought to myself. Do I even make sense any more?

What is the world coming to when I an argument with myself almost every day?

I sat there in the tree for almost an hour and a half I think, but being blind and all, I couldn't keep track of time real well. Eventually I took off from the tree, and started flying back towards the Martinezes's house, but I needed more fly time so I went to my right and flew for about ten minutes, then I went back and after about ten minutes, I landed in the backyard.

I didn't think it was time for dinner yet so I sneaked into my room and crashed onto my bed. I needed a break from my thoughts so I grabbed my radio and turned it on and surprisingly it was a song I knew and I sing it often. It's called I'm still here, you know from treasure planet, I think.

"I am a question to the world,

Not and answer to be heard,

Or a moment that's held in your arms.

And what do you think you'd ever say,

I won't listen anyway.

You don't know me,

And I'll never be what you want me to be.

And what did you think you'd understand

I'm a boy, no I'm a man.

You can't take me, and throw me away.

And how can learn what's never shown.

Yeah you stand hear on your own,

They don't know me,

'Cause I'm not here."

Just then I heard Ella start singing. It was beautiful. For some reason I was so caught up in the song that I didn't even hear her come in.

"And I want a moment to be real,

Wanna touch things I don't feel,

Wanna hold on, and feel I belong

And how can the world want me to change,

They're the ones that stay the same,

They don't know me

'Cause I'm not here,"

I stopped singing when she started and she noticed and she said,

"Come on, keep singing, you're really good," she said happily. Then she came over to me. She picked up my hands and pulled me off the bed.

"Dance, come on, it's fun," she said as she twirled around, still holding my hand and laughing.

The song got to the refrain again and we both sang this time while we were dancing. We sounded pretty good together too.

"And I want a moment to be real,

Wanna touch things I don't feel,

Wanna hold on, and feel I belong

And how can the world want me to change,

They're the ones that stay the same,

They don't know me

'Cause I'm not here,"

She stopped singing, sighed, and leaned her head against my chest. I really didn't mind and I was actually liking it. The thrills that went through me just kept coming, stupid hormones. Then, all too soon, she pulled away, and mumbled, "Sorry," and she let go of me. A flash of sadness crossed my face, but it was gone as soon as it came, and I was back to my normal self. I just hoped she didn't see it.

"Hey no worries," I said smirking and putting on a playful smile as I reached up and touched her cheek to find she was blushing. "That was really fun. You don't have to be embarrassed." I said with the same smile in my voice.

"Really, you thought it was fun, I did too," she said to me eagerly. I could hear the smile in her voice and I couldn't tease her anymore.

"Ya, I love that song, and it was fun dancing with you, we should do it more often," I told her a genuine smile on my face this time, although I didn't know why I said half of that sentence (The last half about doing it again).

"That's great. Well um... the real reason I came in was to ask if you wanted to start dinner, It's almost six..." she trailed off kind of uncomfortably.

"Oh...ya sure," I said kind of sadly and started towards the kitchen with Ella at my heels and hoping she didn't sense the sadness in my voice.

"I'm not wanting to make a five star meal tonight, so I was thinking soup and grilled cheese, what do you think," I asked her, trying to look at the general place I thought her eyes were from her breathing.

"You always make a five star meal," she said thinking she said it low enough that I couldn't hear, but me having enhanced hearing, that didn't work out too well for her.

"What, I didn't quite catch that," I said, my cocky smile was back, I leaned up against the island and crossed my arms over my chest. I could tell she was embarrassed.

"I-I said that sounds fine." she said trying to cover, unfortunately for her I heard what she said before.

"That didn't sound like what you said," I told her with a wicked grin, "To me, with my super hearing," I said raising my eyebrows, "it sounded like 'I always make a five star meal'." I said still grinning at her playfully.

"Crap," I heard her mutter as she started getting out cans of soup, a few loaves of bread, cheese and butter.

"Heard that too," I said in a sing song voice and smirked. I got out a few pots to do the soup in and a thing to do the grilled cheese on, I forgot what it was called though.

After about a half an hour, we got dinner done, with lots of blushing from Ella and Lots of stupid, sarcastic comments from me (For younger reader I'll not say).

Everyone got five grill cheeses, except Ella and Dr. Martinez. They each got one, and a bowl of soup. Everyone else got a huge bowl of soup.

"Thanks Ig," was the general response.

"Well I did have some help, it wasn't all me, Ella did some of the sandwiches," I told them trying to give Ella some credit.

"Wow, great job Ella," and other variations of thanks were given to her.

"Um... your welcome," she said modestly.

Everyone scarfed the food until there wasn't anything left and then I stayed back to clean up. Unfortunately Ella didn't and neither did anyone else so I was doing dishes all by myself. That was okay, I guess, so I started thinking back to the moment that we had in my room. She said that she had fun, so I guess that's a good thing. But did I have fun? I wondered. I guess I did, I said I wanted to do it again.

I finished in about a half and hour and then went back to my room to be alone and just think, but just as soon as I plopped down on my bed I fell asleep. Who would have guessed that my dreams were about Ella and me dancing?