Yayyy reviews! You guys rock! I'm sorry I took incredibly freaking long to update. I know you don't wanna know the boring details, so I won't give them to you.
Here's the last chapter! I'm sorry it's over, but I had fun writing it anyways. :) I would totally write longer stories, but I know there will be a time when I won't be able to update and I'll get a guilt trip. And obviously, as I have just demonstrated, I can be a very slow updater. So, imma stick to short stories and oneshots… for now. So here ya go!
Disclaimer: I don't own JP's characters, or Party for Two.
Btw, Party for Two is sung by Shaina Twain and Mark McGrath. :)
"Pancakes, shmancakes!" muttered Iggy as he mixed up the pancake batter on the kitchen counter. "She could have at least said please, you know." He imitated Dr. Martinez's voice. "Pancakes would be nice," he said, in a horrible falsetto imitation of Dr. M. "I am so underappreciated. People in this house take unfair advantage of my cooking skillz," he sniffed righteously.
"Aw, lighten up, Ig! You know we all love your cooking!" Ella said as she helped Nudge and Angel set the table for breakfast. Iggy heard the clink of the silverware against the wooden kitchen table.
Iggy's ears turned pink as he heard Angel in his head. Your cooking's not the only thing she loves, Angel thought. Iggy could imagine her signature innocent-but-incredibly-creepy-at-the-same-time smile, and he sighed inwardly.
"I think I'll turn on the radio," he said, walking over to the kitchen counter and switching it on. (Uhm, it was switched on already on the last chapter, but let's say Perry the Platypus came in and turned it off. Kay? :D) They tuned in to the nearest station just in time to hear a ditsy-sounding voice saying, "—And the bananas were YELLOW!"
"No shit! Really?" said Iggy, fake gasping and clutching his chest. "I never knew!"
Ella burst out laughing, and Iggy grinned stupidly, two thoughts consecutively popping up in his brain:
One: Haha! Ella laughed at my joke! She thinks I'm funny! Score!
Followed by: Oh geez, I'm such a pathetic desperate loser.
Angel giggled. You two should seriously just admit you like each other! She thought to Iggy. And I think I feel the opportune moment coming on…
Huh? What do you mean? Thought Iggy.
"—And, due to popular demand, we will now be playing the song 'Party for Two' by Shaina Twain and Mark McGrath!" the radio announced.
"OMG Ella, you should TOTALLY sing this along with Iggy!" squealed Nudge, somehow catching Angel's drift. "OMG! OMG. OMG! Gogogo!" she said, almost knocking over a glass in her excitement.
Ella blushed a deep shade of red. "Uhm… I don't think—I mean, only if Iggy—" She faltered, turning even redder.
Go for it, big guy! Angel thought to Iggy.
Iggy steeled himself. This is it, man, he thought. Here's you chance to make your move. Take it! He stepped forward and stretched out his hand towards Ella. "May have this song?" he said, and he felt himself grinning so hard he was surprised his face didn't split.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Go!" demanded Nudge, and she gave Ella a push, making her trip. Iggy caught her as she almost hit the counter.
"Woah, steady there!" he laughed. Ella giggled. And the song started.
"Hey Iggy," Ella said, barely containing her giggles.
"Yeah?" asked Iggy, wiggling his eyebrows down at her.
"I'm having a party, you wanna come?" Ella asked, getting into her character and tickling Iggy under the chin.
Iggy got a katrillion goosebumps before groaning in reply. "Nawww, I don't think so, baby," he answered, winking at her. The background music started.
Hmph, two can play the sly game. Ella thought. "Come on!" she whined, throwing her arms around Iggy. "it's gonna be lots of fun." She said, laughing at Iggy's face.
"Yeah?" He said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Hmmm…" he mused, stroking his chin.
"Woo!" screamed Angel and Nudge, giggling.
(Sorry if the actions alternating with the song lines are confusing. Just try to keep up. :D)
Ella: I'm having me a party
She laughed as Iggy twirled her around and pushed her playfully away.
Iggy: I don't think I can come
She turned back to him and waggled her index finger at him while stepping closer.
Ella: Uh,uh, this ain't just any kind of party
Iggy turned his back on her and folded his arms.
Iggy: Nah, I think I'll stay at home
Ella ran her fingers up Iggy's spine, knowing he was ticklish there.
Ella: Uh, oh, no, It's gonna be really, really hot
Iggy yelped and turned around, catching her hands.
Iggy: Startin' to sound good
Ella grinned and pulled him towards the Kitchen counter.
Ella: I'm gonna put you on the spot
She hopped up onto the counter and swung her legs in time with the music.
Iggy: Baby, maybe I should
He leaned on his elbows, his back on the counter, nodding in time with the beat.
Ella: Yeah, there'll be lots of one on one
Iggy: Guess I could be there
Ella: Come on and join the fun
Iggy: What should I wear?
Ella leaned closer to him and whispered the next lines in his ear, while reaching slyly for a certain bowl (that just so happened to contain pancake batter) on the counter.
Ella: I'll tell you bout' it
It doesn't matter what you wear
'Cause it's only gonna be
You and me there
She dumped the batter on his head and laughed hysterically at his shocked features.
"Woo!" screamed Angel and Nudge.
I'm having a party
A party for two
Invitin' nobody
Nobody but you
Iggy and Ella were having the time of their lives, chasing each other around the kitchen like crazy. Nudge and Angel were dancing around, giggling uncontrollably.
Ella: You'll be sexy in your socks
She giggled as Iggy wiggled his pancake batter-covered eyebrows at her.
Iggy: We could polish the floors
Oh shoot! She thought, backing up, as Iggy held up a bag of flour he'd grabbed while they had been running around.
Ella: In case that anybody knocks
Iggy: Let's lock all the doors
Iggy advanced slowly, a satanic grin spreading across his face.
Ella: Yeah, all the things I'm gonna do
Iggy: I'm gonna do with you
Ella looked pleadingly at him, but the effect was lost since he obviously couldn't see her.
Ella: I wanna try somethin' new
Ella's back hit the fridge and her eyes widened as she realized she was trapped.
Iggy: I wanna try that, too
I tell you bout' it...
Iggy opened the bag of flour and approached, chuckling evilly.
Iggy: It doesn't matter
uh, uh
What I wear
'Cause it's only gonna be
You and me there
He tossed the contents of the flour on her, but Ella had been ready. She grabbed a cookie sheet and held it in front of her. The flour missed her face and hair, but lots of it poofed (I can't think of any other appropriate adjective…) over her clothes and hands.
"Woo!" everyone shrieked.
Ella's eyes were menacing as she lowered the cookie sheet. You really asked for it, Iggy, Angel thought to him, giggling, as Ella picked up a wet sponge from the kitchen sink.
I'm having a party
A party for two
Invitin' nobody
Nobody but you (yeah)
Yeah, you
Ella held up the sponge. It's payback time! She thought. They were so caught up in their uhm… food fight that they forgot to sing. The music continued to play, however.
I'm here
Ella threw the sponge.
You're there
And it hit Iggy smack in the face.
(That's all) we really need
Iggy blinked rapidly, his mouth open in a perfect "O".
(We're gonna) We're gonna party hard
He grabbed an egg.
(Just) Just you and me
Ella's eyes widened.
(Don't) Don't think about it now
He hefted the egg, trying to figure out where Ella was.
(Don't) Don't even doubt it now
She let out an involuntary giggle, and he zoned in on the sound, chuckling evilly.
(I'm inviting you to a) party for two
He threw with perfect precision, the egg catching her straight on the forehead.
"Woo!" everybody yelled.
Ella gasped, wiping the egg off her face, and chased after Iggy, screaming bloody murder.
[GUITAR SOLO]
Shake it, shake it
(Come on baby!)
Iggy held up his hands in defeat, laughing uncontrollably as Ella tickled him in several of his tickle spots. How does she even know about my tickle spots? He thought, as he tried to grab Ella's wrists.
Aww, the things I'm gonna do
There's no need to thank me, Angel thought to him, her mental voice sounding sweet and innocent.
I'm gonna do with you
Iggy groaned as he realized that Angel was mentally telling Ella his weak spots. Ella grinned and resumed singing the next lines, putting her hands on her hips.
Ella: I wanna try somethin' new with you, boy
Iggy smiled at her. "Truce?" he asked.
I wanna try it, too
Ella tapped him on the nose. "Nope!" she said cheerfully. She sang the next lines straight to his face.
Ella: I'll tell you that it
It doesn't matter what you wear
('Cause it's only gonna be)
It's only gonna be you and me
(Awwwww, yeah)
She tipped a whole tray of ice cubes (handed to her by Nudge) down his shirt.
[backing] I'm havin' a party
(A little bitty party baby)
"YEOW!" Iggy yelped as the ice cubes collected around his stomach. His shirt was tucked in, you see, so the ice cubes didn't just slip out, they stayed there against his stomach.
[backing] A party for two
It's just me and you
(That's right)
Iggy acted quickly, as the ice cubes were freaking COLD. He took off his shirt, and the ice cubes tumbled down onto the floor.
[backing] Invitin' nobody
I ain't inviting anybody
Ella's eyes locked onto Iggy's stomach. Hot damnnnnnnn, she thought. Iggy's got ABS. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his toned chest and his prominent six-pack. She blushed as Angel and Nudge nudged her, winking. (Hehe, Nudge nudged. AHAHAHA. :)))
(Nobody baby)
[backing]nobody but you
Chorus (alternating voices, double lyrics)
Iggy, that wasn't exactly necessary, Angel said reproachfully. You could have just pulled the tucked-in part of your shirt out of your pants, and the ice cubes would have came out.
Iggy grinned. Ella's diggin mah abs, isn't she Angel? He thought back. Angel sighed. Yes, she told him. You boys and your hormones. You're worse than Fang.
Come on, Come on
(Come on, Come on)
Iggy grinned and stepped towards Ella.
Come on, Come on, Come on
(Come on, Come on, yeah)
Ange? He thought. Angel sighed again, knowing what he wanted. Her ribs, her sides, and her neck, she thought. Go for it, Igster!
He grinned and proceeded to tickle Ella in the stated spots. She laughed helplessly, slapping his hands away. "Truce!" she yelled, gasping for breath. "Truce!"
Come on, Come on
(Come on, Come on)
Iggy laughed. "Okay," he said. "Truce." And he stopped tickling her.
Come on, Come on, Come on
(Come on, Come on, yeah)
(Just you and me there)
She laughed, and hugged him. She tried not to squeal as Iggy's toned body engulfed her.
"That was great!" she said, laughing.
"Let's do it again." Replied Iggy.
Then in the split second that followed, he made a decision. It's now or never, he thought.
As the last few notes ended, Iggy swooped down and kissed Ella. Right on the lips.
Ella's eyes widened, and Iggy could feel her lips smile against his. Then she kissed him back.
And the kitchen exploded.
" …" screamed Angel and Nudge incoherently, dancing around like a couple of Ronald McDonalds on crack.
Iggy was in heaven. I did it, he thought. I did it! He broke off the kiss and hugged Ella very hard. She hugged him back just as tightly, her head on his chest.
"Why'd you stop?" she whispered, wiping pancake batter from his forehead. He grinned. "So we can start again," he whispered back. He leaned in again to kiss her, when a very familiar voice interrupted him.
"OH MY GOD. IGGY. AND ELLA. WHAT THE FREAKING HELL ARE YOU DOING? WHY THE HELL IS YOUR SHIRT OFF, IGGY, AND WHY ARE YOU GUYS FREAKING COVERED IN FOOD?" Max screamed.
Okay, maybe the word "interrupted" is a bit of an understatement.
Iggy jerked his head sharply towards the direction of Max's voice. She had come rushing down the stairs when the sound of Angel and Nudge's frantic squealing reached her ears. Ella blushed scarlet and stepped away from Iggy, but he kept a firm grasp on her arm. She hesitated, then entwined her hand in his.
"Well, well, well," came a voice behind Max. Max jumped a foot and hissed out a choice explicative. "Fang! Stop doing that!" she hissed.
Fang just smirked at her in reply, then turned towards Iggy and Ella. "Smooth moves, dude," he said, grinning at Iggy, and the latter let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. He grinned back. "And nice abs, bro" he said, winking at Ella. She blushed madly.
Max looked like she was about to explode. "Ella, I'll give you ten seconds to explain why you—"
"MAX!" Angel and Nudge screamed. "You can't tell Ella what to do anymore!" Angel put in angrily, looking furious but adorably cute at the same time. "Yeah, she's old enough to make her own decisions! And she chooses Iggy!" Nudge interjected. Ella smiled gratefully at them, but her cheeks were still pink.
"But I…she…"
"Oh let's face it Max, we all know that they've had feelings for each other since FOREVER," Nudge put in, waving her hands around. "And I think it's about time they admitted it to each other!" she added.
"Just as we all know that you and Fang should too!" Angel added, grinning sweetly.
Max gaped at her and turned a deep shade of red. "Angel!" she whisper-screamed.
Angel and Nudge shared a look.
Angel rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips, looking remarkably like Max when she was exasperated. "Come on. You both know that I both read your thoughts, and yes, Max, Fang thinks you're the most beautiful girl on the planet, and that you're so strong and capable, and he loves you too, and Fang, Max thinks you're incredibly hot and that she can always count on you and she loves you very much."
Max moaned and buried her face in her hands, utterly humiliated. Iggy hooted and wiggled his eyebrows at Fang, the universal man language for "JUST GET IT OVER WITH, DUDE."
Fang put a gentle hand on Max's shoulder and turned her around. "Hey," he said, so softly that the rest of the Flock had to strain to hear him. "Did you really think what Angel said you did?" he asked. Max muttered something unintelligible, her face still in her hands. Fang gently pried them off her face, then he put his warm, calloused hand under Max's chin and tilted it up. "Because I know I did," he whispered, leaning in and kissing her.
The flock cheered and hooted, wolf-whistled, squealed, cheered, clapped and grinned insanely as Max's eyes widened when Fang's lips met hers. Fang pulled away, still holding Max, who was as stiff as a board, frozen and stunned.
"Max?" asked Fang, looking worried. Max glanced at Ella, who was nodding her on eagerly. Max's eyes roamed over her to glance at Iggy, and she gave Ella a tiny nod as if to say, Well, gosh darnit, go ahead. Then she turned back to Fang, took a deep breath and whispered "Of course I did." before throwing her arms around him and kissing him back with everything she had.
Nudge and Angel went ballistic as both couples turned the heat up. They squealed and squealed and squealed and—well, you get it. They were hugging each other and high-fiving like there was no tomorrow. (And fyi, they weren't simultaneously hugging and high-fiving. You try doing that, and you'll end up in the Guinness Book of World Records for Most Retarded Looking Action Ever.)
Then a small voice came from the direction of the stairs. Gazzy came hopping down, his earphones jammed tightly in his ears. He was jiggling Max's camera in his hands. "Hey Max," he said loudly, "How do you—OH LORD."
He turned his head to see both couples bringing it on and Angel and Nudge laughing at him, tears rolling down their cheeks. Gazzy looked bewildered, glancing from Iggy & Ella to Max & Fang with growing disbelief. "Did I miss something?" he said, comprehension dawning on his face. He grinned devilishly, and raised the camera.
"SAY CHEESE!" he yelled, and he clicked the camera. He hooted and did a small victory dance.
"DOCTOR M! DOCTOR M!" he yelled, dashing back up the stairs. "LOOK AT WHAT I HAVE!"
Both couples broke apart in horror and dashed after him, all yelling, "GAZZY!" accompanied with various death threats.
Angel and Nudge giggled and exchanged knowing glances.
It was going to be a loooong summer.
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