A/N 'Kay, just to clear things up, this is post fang. I've read angel and, blasphemy though it is to say this, didn't like it. At all. So I'm ignoring it. And Total's on his honeymoon round wine country. Thank you Dearmaria14122xxx for being my first reviewer! Yay! Because of the review, I've decided to post another chapter which I have written. Next one probably won't be till Sunday, cause I'm lazy. And school and stuff. I think that's it. Except, review, please, and I don't own MR. I do own Edie, though, and five thousand songs. Not really, I'm broke.
Half an hour later we were sitting in Edie's blue living room eating almond flavour cupcakes iced with Chantilly cream after an instruction to "help yourselves. I made plenty!" she had gone upstairs to wash out the red dye. I was informed that her hair was now dark brown. I thought it would be green or something, seeing as Dr. M said the colours of her house gave her a headache. She was sitting next to me on her lime green couch, unnerving me slightly as she hadn't moved in the last ten minutes. A slight drumbeat and bass line filtered into my ears. Ah, iPod. I listened out for a conversation I could join. Jeb and Dr M. were talking about schools. Boring. The others were playing Pictionary. Ah, yes, let me just look at the pictures with my imaginary eyesight. I reached over and gently pulled an earbud from her ear.
"Hey" I said. Wow, imaginative
"Hey" she replied.
"Uh, so, Chantilly cream on cupcakes. Unusual" I commented
"Yeah, could do with being wetter, though, couldn't it?" wow, criticizing her own cooking? Uh, not sure what to say to that…
"So, you like music? How many songs do you have on your iPod? "I asked. Ah, music, a topic I could talk about for hours.
"Five thousand" she muttered, embarrassed. I nearly choked. And I thought I was obsessed with music.
"I thought of calling myself Bright Eyes, y'know, cause of their song "first day of my life"? The day I escaped from the school really was the first day of my life. I heard it on the radio and thought it fit, but the Edie fit better. Plus who's called bright eyes, anyway? "I was shell shocked
"The school?" I squeaked, smooth…
"Uh-huh" she agreed, nonchalantly. Suddenly, I heard the heavy, cantering footsteps of a staffie scamper into the room. I listened to it run round the room, and then heard a loud clatter as it knocked over all the Pictionary stuff.
"Pickle! Bad dog! Go lie down somewhere like a good boy! Oh, not my feet, you stupid canine!" I grinned evilly
"The dogs lay at your fee-eeet, ediieeee!" I sang.
"I'm rolling my eyes, Iggy" she said seriously, but I could hear the smile in her voice "I'm going out to the garden. Anyone wanna come with?"
"I'll come" I said, and followed her through her yellow back door.
"What'd they do to you at the school?" I asked, curious. Maybe she was part rainbow…I heard her pull her jacket off, and the rustle of feathers. She guided my hand to her wing. The strong, smooth feathers on the backs of her wings were dark blue, like a bluebird's and the fluffy, downy feathers on the inside were a light baby blue. I reached my hand to the other one and stiffened in surprise.
"An angel with a broken wing" I murmured. Her wing was twisted and contorted. Broken. "How?" I asked quietly.
"Erasers" she replied simply. "It healed weird." She gave a dry laugh "had to bind it against my back every day. It doesn't lie flat" I ran back to the house, and dragged Dr. M back. Edie was standing in the same spot.
"Can you fix it?" I asked. I couldn't imagine not flying.
"Yeah. I'd have do re-break it, though" Dr M said quietly.
"do it" Edie's quiet, sing-song voice had taken on a cold, determined edge ."Soon as possible"
"I've got a temporary job here. I can do it tomorrow night. Shall I tell max?" Dr M. asked.
"If you like" Edie's voice had taken on a bored tone. Dr M went back inside calling for jeb and max. I stood stiffly, unsure of what to do. I coughed nervously.
"How did you deal, not being able to fly?" I asked quietly. Bad enough having wings, far, far worse not being able to use them.
"I swan in this lake near here. It was really deep, so it was sort of like flying. Stretch of the imagination though" I heard the sadness in her voice. It brightened suddenly "c'mon, this pity party is getting boring. You must be knackered, flying all the way from America! Come see your room. Um, sorry. I forgot you were blind. It's going to be me and nudge sharing, angel and max, and then there are two rooms for you three boys. You can sort it out. Dylan could go on his own cause of, y'know, tension, or Gazzy could go on his own and you and Dylan could talk about whatever it is that teenage boys talk about." She stopped talking suddenly.
"Wow. Are you one percent nudge or something?" she gave a forced chuckle at my lame joke, and then she grabbed my cuff and carefully steered me upstairs through the house and into the bedrooms, collecting birdkids on the way up. There was the usual "bathrooms second on the right. If you can't find it, it's the one with the bath" and we were soon safely installed in our rooms. I sighed, my mind buzzing with the events of the day, and walked around our new room, cataloguing the locations of furniture.
Edie POV.
I set nudges backpack down on the camp bed she was sleeping on. Her wide brown eyes darted around my bedroom, taking in the high bed, my laptop, my bookshelves, my big , fitted wardrobes, my blue walls decorated with clouds, birds and a sun one side, moon, stars and planets the other. They flicked past my stacks of CD's and my dressing table strewn with makeup.
"Wow! You have so much makeup! And clothes! And I love your walls! The look like the sky!"
I opened my mouth to say "closest I'll ever get to flying" bitterly, then remembered Dr M's words and closed it again. I simply beamed and began to get ready for bed, listening to nudges chatter. I scrambled up onto my bed, then leaned down and held my arms out for pickle. He jumped into them and then made himself comfortable on my pillow. I shunted him over, then drew the quilt around me, dazedly and happily thinking of the day.