The group of four entered the fast-food restaurant. They all ordered and sat down. Red had a worm burger, Bomb was on a diet so he got a salad, Chuck got nearly everything on the menu, and Izzy had a large fry, a ten-piece worm nugget, and a large Cherry Soda.
"Wow, you both eat a lot," Red noticed.
"What can I say?" Izzy said, eating about five fries at once, "I love food."
"I have a fast metabolism because I'm so fast," Chuck said, "So I eat alot."
"How do you eat so much?" Red asked Izzy.
"I guess I just stomach it," Izzy joked. She ended up snorting and laughing at her own joke, "Puns!"
"That was a good one," Chuck laughed. Bomb chuckled too.
While the group was at the restaurant, Izzy and Chuck talked a lot. They both talked quickly and Red sometimes had a hard time keeping up. Eventually Izzy and Chuck were just talking to each other, Izzy telling stories and bringing up interesting trivia.
"Chuck sure seems to like her," Red said quietly to Bomb, "This is the first time I've seen him actually sit still."
"Ah, the power of love," Bomb said, "It's a many splendered thing."
"What're you talking about?" Red asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" Bomb asked him back, "Chuck loves her. And telling by her interest, I think she loves him too."
"Really?" Red said, looking at the two, "How can you tell?"
"I've seen her before," Bomb said, "At the library. She's usually the quietest bird there, and super shy. She doesn't talk much. Yet with Chuck, she's chatting her beak off."
"I guess," Red said.
"Thanks guys, this was super fun!" Izzy said as they were leaving, "Maybe we could do it again sometime?"
"Yeah! That'd be awesome!" Chuck said.
"Sweet!" Izzy said, "See you tomorrow then."
Izzy walked home and the other three birds walked off together.
About a week later, the birds were once again at Anger Management Class.
"So today, class, we'll be talking about our greatest desires," Matilda said, "What you aspire to be or do. Bomb! What about you? What do you want to do in your life?"
"Um, I kinda want to be a famous poet," Bomb said, "Or maybe become a cook."
"Very nice," Matilda said, "I think you'd be a great poet. Red, how about you?"
"Huh, what do I wanna do?" Red said thoughtfully, "I guess sculpting or building, something like that."
"That sounds great," Matilda said, "Ok, how about Chuck? What do you want to do with your life?"
"Ok, this might sound crazy, but I want to go to space," Chuck said, "I mean, think about it! No speed limits, floating...I could run all over the moon!"
"That's amazing!" Matilda said, "That's a big thing to do. Ok Izzy, now it's your turn."
"Well, I've always wanted to be a mommy," Izzy said.
"A mom?" Matilda said.
"Uh-huh," Izzy nodded, "I'm really nice and I like kids. I feel like I'd be a nice mom. And if you think about it, being a parent is the most everlasting thing there is."
"That's true," Matilda smiled.
"I think you'd be a great mom," Chuck said.
"Thanks," Izzy beamed and took a sip of her Cherry Soda.
After class...
The birds were exiting the class and walking home. Chuck raced up to Izzy before she left.
"Hey, uh, I was wondering," He began, "The annual Spring Festival is this weekend. You wanna go?"
"I'd love to," Izzy smiled, "I go every year, but I've never had someone to go with."
"I thought you had a lot of friends," Chuck said, "None of them went with you?"
"They've either always had dates or just didn't want to go," Izzy said, "Most of my friends are guys, and personally I think they were too scared to go with me because others might think it's a date."
Izzy giggled and finished her Cherry Soda.
"Well, I should get home," She said, "See ya later."
She raced back home, leaving Chuck alone to celebrate silently.