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Iggy POV
"I can see cleeeeearly nooooow the rain has goooone!" I sang, completely out of pitch, that smile still never wiped off my face. I flipped my picture-perfect pancake, and caught it smack in the middle of the pan. I was sizzling bacon in a pan with my other hand. "I can see aaaaaaaaall obstacles in my waaaaaaay!"
"And I will stooooooooop siiiiiiiiinging now 'cause I suck worse than Rebecca Blaaaaack," the Gasman sang in my exact off-pitch voice as he sat down for breakfast. I rolled my eyes, flipping the pancakes onto plates and setting them on the table.
I was extremely tired, having not slept a wink last night, yet I was still trucking. After my phenomenon yesterday, Nudge took me out flying and showed me the wonders of a bird's eye view and went through all the pictures we had of the past four years. Although there weren't really that many pictures, looking through them took forever because of how much Nudge had to say about them.
The entire time, three things were going on: 1) I couldn't stop thinking about Max, 2) I couldn't help but notice Angel looking at me weirdly all day, and 3) I couldn't stop remembering every bomb and explosive I made with Gazzy every time I saw him.
Gazzy was so young…
What was Angel thinking about my thoughts?
Max was so beautiful…
Gazzy POV
~after breakfast~
I am not to young to be making bombs… Iggy and I have been making them for years.
I fiddled with the RGD-5 hand grenade, double checking the egg-shaped Russian weapon to make sure there were no damages or missing pieces. I had a dozen of these so far. I was saving them for the next time we get attacked, but I was considering stuffing one down Iggy's pants.
The way he looked down at me, as if I were some dumb little kid. I was sick of everyone always looking down at me. The flock was actually starting to talk to me a bit more maturely, and then Iggy goes and says I'm too young to be making bombs. That little &(^%$ no good $%^&* who can't see that I'm &^%$ young enough to $%…
"Gazzy, jeez! Where did you learn such a colorful vocabulary?" Angel whispered harshly as she came into the boy's room and sat down next to me on the carpeted floor.
"Sorry," I muttered.
Angel sighed, pushing one of her golden curls behind her ear. "Bro, I know you're mad at Iggy…"
I looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something helpful that'll make me forgive him. I didn't like being mad at Iggy, I just wanted him to treat me like he has for eight years. "But?" I encouraged her.
She scrunched her eyebrows and cocked her head. "But what?"
I scoffed at her and tossed my grenade onto my bed. "Thanks for your help, sis" I said sarcastically.
Angel rolled her eyes. "Iggy will get use to it. Blow some stuff up with him, then he'll forget how young you are. You've never acted your age; don't start now. But that's the least of our problems."
My eyebrows rose, and I leaned in towards her. "What do you mean?" I whispered so softly that Iggy couldn't hear us even if he was standing just outside the door.
Angel looked at the door for a second, probably scanning everyone's mind just in case someone was passing by. Once she was sure no one was listening or planning on dropping by, she looked back at me with the ghost of a secret in her eyes.
"When Iggy got his sight back, he looked at Max and all he could think of was how beautiful she is! I think the boy's in love!"
It was unexpected, no doubt, but I wasn't too sure she read him right. She narrowed her eyes at me in response. "How can you tell it's love and not just a simple crush?" I asked.
"Fang thinks the same things about her. We both know that if what Fang feels for Max isn't love, then nothing is." My eyes went a little wide.
I loved Max, in a big sister-like way; I didn't want that no-good, best friend betraying, stupid house wife to be lip-locking with her! I could barely stand it when Fang did it, and I still liked him!
Angel nodded her head vigorously, reading my mind. "I feel the same way! We're suppose to be like a big family, like the Brady Bunch- as cliché as that is- with Max and Fang as the mom and dad. Iggy's going to ruin everything!"
I wasn't so sure about the whole Brady Bunch idea, but I did feel like Iggy was ruining everything.
"So it's agreed," I started, "we have to keep Max from falling for Iggy."
"Agreed," Angel said, and we shook hands.
"So, should we tell Fang?"
She shook her head. "He'll find out for himself eventually. Whenever it involves Max, he knows before it starts. I'm pretty sure he's already suspicious."
~~bonjour, je suis une ligne~~that said hello, I'm a line~~
Iggy POV
Oh, God… what do I do? What do I do? I'm pretty sure I loved Max, but she loved Fang! Advice… I needed advice. But from who? Not from Max (duh), definitely not from Fang, Gaz seemed mad at me- probably for that comment about him being so young-, Angel was acting weird, well weird for her. That left… Nudge. Perfect! I could always count on Nudge! But could I trust her to keep this kind of secret?
I guess I had no choice. If my plan was going to work, I needed at least one flock member's help.
"Nudge! Get down here! It's your day!" Max screamed from the bottom of the staircase. Her voice was so sonorous, even when she was screaming. I remembered her voice when she was making fun of Ter Bortch, when she was giving death threats to erasers, when she use to sing Angel lullabies when she was two.
Nudge skipped down the staircase, her happy-go-lucky personality radiating off her smile. Nudge could attract metal, see an item's past or meaning by a touch, and hack into any computer. And she was eleven. She certainly was special!
"Iggy, go get the spoons and cans from the kitchen, will ya?" Max asked me. My heart almost melted when she looked at me. I can't remember the last time I looked at her dead in the eyes, besides yesterday, but when I did, it's as if the whole world stopped and stared for a while. I'm pretty sure that last part was a line from a Bruno Mars song but I really didn't care. The meaning was still true.
I went to the kitchen and pulled a six-pack of Coca-Cola from the fridge, and four spoons from the drawer. We would have used forks and knives too, but we didn't want to risk an eye getting poked out and another flock member going blind. Spoons just seemed safer; they were easily defendable.
"Okay, Nudge, I've been wearing this necklace all day," Max said, pulling a homemade beaded necklace from around her neck as I came back into the living room and put the metal down on the coffee table. The way her hair fell over her shoulder… it was like a wavy waterfall. I wondered what it must've been like to touch it, to hold it in my sensitive hands. I bet it was soft. I could smell her lavender shampoo from all the way across the room.
I sat back on the couch, my arms slung across the back cushions. Practicing our powers was actually really fun. There was always something entertaining going on. Yesterday with my underwear, for example. I didn't like that particular prank, but I respected it.
Nudge stood before us, holding Max's necklace, her eyes closed with concentration. "Well this morning you had four of Iggy's pancakes and three amazing sausages," my sausages were amazing. "After breakfast you took a looooong shower, thanks for wearing a bathing suit during that I'm still too innocent to see that stuff, and you tried this thing called deep conditioning and you used waaaaaay too much conditioner but you liked how it came out when you dried it. OMG Max that's possibly like the girliest thing you've ever done! I'm so proud I'm finally rubbing off on you! Ohh maybe we could try out different hairstyles for you and we could go out and get our hair cut and maybe you can get highlights! Oh my god Max you would look so good if you just cut some inches in the front and got side bangs and highlights! Oooh, I'm getting off track again aren't I?" Nudge gave us the liberty of nodding before she continued. I will never know how she can go so long without breathing. "Okay let's see. After the shower you got dressed- thank you again for taking the necklace off when you did that- and surfed the net in our room for a bit. Then Fang came in to talk and- eww really Fang? You knew I was going to check her necklace and you have to do that?" With that Max and Fang burst out laughing while the younger kids made disgusted faces.
Meanwhile, I was giving Fang the most penetrating death glare I could muster. I didn't want to know what he did with Max, but I had a pretty damn good idea and I was strong-minded to never let it happen again. I held my glower there until he stopped laughing. I knew he could sense someone looking at him, and his dark eyes found mine. His usually impervious face showed confusion then something else, and I glared for a few more seconds until I looked away. I wouldn't give that bastard the satisfaction of breaking a glare from me.
Nudge then hacked into Fang's computer-her record was now two and a half minutes- and did the metal test, successfully pelting the Gasman with spoons.
After she passed-of course, no one could fail the practice unless they were losing their powers, which we hope never happens-I walked passed Nudge, tapping her hand twice, and headed for the back door. I heard her footsteps behind me, and the second I stepped outside I unfurled my wings and took off. I didn't have to look behind me to know she was following. I needed to talk to her, and I couldn't risk the others over-hearing what I had to say.
