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Gazzy POV

Mom says somebody new is coming today. Nobody likes it when somebody new comes. We've been together since we were six or younger, and we all know eachothers secrets. It never feels right when somebody new comes. It's good that they all get scared away by our wings, I would hate to have any of the snobs stay. of course, mom being mom, said that nobody is allowed to scare him off, meaning no wings. Bummer. Lucky we still got my bombs waiting in my room.

We asked mom what he's like, she said she has no clue, that some people are bringing him over today.

We're all waiting for him in the living room ready to 'be polite and kind to the new boy.' We've been making bets on how long he's going to last.

"Three days," Nudge says, glaring at Gazzy, "Gazzy is going to use one of the bombs again to scare them because of the no wing policy, and I would've ran away long ago from the things if i didn't know him so well. Geez those things are scary! like, as scary as lighting striking really close, that's happened to me before, and my hair was wild and sticking like, straight up! you should ha-" Max slapped a hand over Nudge's mouth.

"We're all being very mean, betting on how long he'll stay," Max scolded. I rolled my eyes, "Come on, Max, nobody understands us, it's better for them if they leave, otherwise they will constantly be demeaned by our awesomness."

This time Max rolled her eyes, taking her hand off Nudge's mouth, "five days," she said, "and it's more like how increadibly insane we are than will scare the poor boy away." She grinned evilly and I laughed.

We looked to Angel who stared at us with wide eyes for a moment. "I think that Gazzy shouldn't bet 2 days when he is only half sure his bombs will work. I say one week."

I sigh, Angel and her mind reading really get on my nerves sometimes. It's not my fault my bomb making skills aren't the best in the world, although it hasn't stopped me yet, it might someday. Fang believes somewhat in my bombing skills, he'll probably say six though...because he's can be so unpredictable at times it's predictable, if that makes any sense.

"Six days," He says. Ah yes, a man of many words, he's like, the total opposite of Nudge, but now I'm thinking like Max. Just because he doesn't talk that much doesn't mean he doesn't talk at all.

It's been an hour of waiting, and I'm hungry, I walk over to Max, who is flung on the couch in the most uncomfortable looking position I've ever seen, her wings splayed out to the sides.

"Hey Max," I say, "Can we get something to eat?"

"Gazzy we just ate!" She shouted.

"Yeah, Max, I'm hungry too, we should-" Nudge said, she opened her mouth to say something more, but Angel put a hand over her mouth to shut her up before she could. Go Angel, yeah.

"No, you guys have to wait until lunch time," she said stubbornly, just at that moment, however, her belly started rumbling from hunger. We all burst into laughter at her red face (except fang of course, who gave a slight quirk of his eyebrow)

Max teetered on the edge a moment, but stayed firm, that is, until Angel walked over to her and gave her the puppy dog eyes, then she finally conceded. "I'm not cooking though, "she said angrily.

"Good," Fang replied, walking into the kitchen. Max glared at the back of his head. If looks could kill...

Fang was looking through the fridge when we heard the doorbell rang. Everybody froze.

FANG POV

When the doorbell rang I froze. It had to be the new kid. I heard Gazzy rush to the door, and then Nudge and everybody else. I walked slowly over to the commotion as Max flung the door wide open so everybody could see.

There was a man about mid forties standing there in all black he eyed us like we were vermin before turning his gaze to the stairs, where Mom was coming down slowly. I wonder what she's thinking right now, could she be betting if this new boy would last like the rest of us were? Probably, she doubts we'd be able to hide our wings, I know her fear.

Gazzy loves showing off his wings. He's not a braggart, he just constantly uses them and loves them.

"Yes? you must be Mr Deville, I'm Ms Martinez,"Mom said, yawning slightly.

Is it just me or does this guys name sound like Devil. It's not just you, Angel tells me. Well, at least I'm not going crazy.

"Ms. Martinez, a pleasure to meet you." he didn't sound pleased at all, Nimrod. "I have brought the young boy that we told you would be living with you for some time until we can find a more...suitable, household for him." Geezus this guy is rude.

"more suitable? why not here?" Mom asks.

"Ms. Martinez, your home is most famous for scaring children away. I hope you haven't forgotten about the boy who ran three miles without stopping to get away from your home. Said there were demons."

Oh yeah, him. We all grinned, even me. Mom and Nimrod both look very displeased at our pride. We're not, I remember very clearly. Max and I devised a plan that would scare him away. Gazzy sets of a red smoke bomb to fill up the kids room and we all emerge from the smoke grinning evilly with our wings out saying, "God is not pleased with you."

Boy ran like hell and we never saw him again. It wasn't our fault really, he picking on Gazzy and treating us all like inferiors, he had it coming the moment he stepped foot in the household.

"Well, he will be staying for a small amount of time, and I have his files," he rummaged through the suitcase at his side and straightened, handing them to Mom then he turned and walked down the walkway to the car, he opened the door to the backseat and reached in a hand to help the new boy out of the car.

He was nothing like i expected, he was six feet tall and skinny with strawberry blond hair that fell in front of his eyes. He took an unsteady step forward and then another. Nimrod grabbed the boys hand and led up to the door.

"Here he is," Nimrod sighed, pushing the boy through the doorway, "and that is all, good day Ms. Martinez." He bowed formally before walking back to his car and driving away.

ANGEL POV

His mind was blocked, i kept bouncing back every time i tried to enter, and he seemed to flinch away from my mental touch. That was not good, poor kid, I could tell something horrible had happened to him in his past. He was a beautiful kid, his strawberry blond hair was covering some of his eyes, they were blue, a clouded over pale blue. Huh, odd.

"Im Max," Max told the boy, holding out her hand for him to shake. He raised his head and looked in her general direction, but his eyes were unfocused and staring at the wall behind her.

Max, he's blind, I told her mentally.

"Oh my god, your blind, I'm sorry I didn't know," Max said, wincing slightly.

"It's okay," the new kid said quietly, he sounded annoyed, why?

"Im Angel," I said to him, touching his arm. He flinched from the touch and turned my direction, his eyes seemed to focus on mine for a sec before they unfocused again. "What's your name?" I asked.

"I-Iggy," he mumbled.

"Oh, nice to meet you," I smiled at him, pushing at the wall a little harder. He frowned slightly.

"Gazzy," the gasman said.

"Nudge."

"Total," Total barked. everyone hushed immediately. "Was that a dog?" Iggy asked, his cloudy eyes "looking" around.

"What? No, dogs don't talk...do they? cause that would be so cool, if we had a talking dog it would go all-"

"They don't" Fang interrupted. "I'm Fang," he said after a slight pause. I could tell everyone was already starting to like Iggy, and we hadn't even gotten to know him well. It made me glad we could warm up to others besides ourselves now.