This is basically Nudge's point of view on Iggy and Ella dating during Angel. I don't own anything, Maximum Ride belongs to James Patterson, and I'm not making a profit from this.
This is my first MR fanfiction, so please, don't be too harsh.
"Oh. My. God!" I almost shouted in my horror. Ella and Iggy pushed away from each other and turned to face me. "Oh…um…hello Nudge." Iggy said, blushing wildly. I tried not to look either of them in the eye; I felt like I was going to throw up.
"Hello." My voice came out as a whisper, but they heard it. We all just stood there staring at each other for God knows how long, none of us wanting to speak or confront the other.
As it turned out, Ella was the one who spoke first. "This is very awkward." The meaning behind her words came out loud and clear, 'You should leave now.'I breathed in deeply before saying in a brisk, cold voice, "Yes, it is." I turned on my heel and stalked out of the kitchen and into my room.
I slammed the door shut and kicked it a few times for good measure. I hoped they heard it, I hoped they were having trouble continuing their little make-out session, and I hoped Ella felt horrible about what she had done. She knew how I felt about Iggy, she knew that I had been in love with him since…well, forever. She had even supported me; she had even encouraged me to ask Iggy out. And I had actually listened to her.
"I'm sorry Nudge, but I like someone else. I can't go out with you. Besides, you're like my sister." It had hurt so much when he said that;I didn't think anything could have hurt worse. What I saw in the kitchen just did.
I angrily wiped away a few tears that had dared to fall from my eyes. Now that I thought about it, Ella hadn't been surprised when Iggy had turned me down. Actually, she had seemed a little relieved; it was so obvious now.
I debated going back to the kitchen and telling her off in front of everyone. But what good would that do? In the end she'd still have Iggy, and I would still be heart broken. Besides, Ella was still my friend, and Iggy seemed genuinely happy with her. I loved him too much to begrudge him that.
So I wiped away any proof that I had been crying and went back downstairs. They were in the living room with Max and what remained of the Flock. Ella went on high alert when I walked in, but I ignored her and sat down next to Gazzy to watch T.V. I started babbling on about how Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston made a much cuter couple than Brad and Anjelina, much to the dismay of everyone in the room. I laughed and joked about what ever I could think of.
Talking is my defense mechanism, it always has been. I didn't plan on letting Ella or Iggy see how hurt I really was by their relationship. At least they were happy, and I felt terrible for being mad at them for it. They should manage to find all the happiness they could get; it doesn't last long if you're part of the flock.
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