If I owned MR, that would be the coolest thing ever!
Max's POV
"Looks like the others are distracted," Fang commented. He turned to me, his dark eyes blazing into mine. I tried to maintain my cool confidence, but I just couldn't help myself. My heart felt like it had taken off like the helicopter that had kidnapped Angel a thousand lifetimes ago. Another ten seconds like this, his mouth slammed into mine and sparks flew. I just stopped thinking, and…acted. He took the lead, guiding me up the stairs, and all the while our lips kept contact. My lungs begged for air, but I didn't even question whether I should end the kiss. A million ages later, it was Fang who finally broke away from me.
"I…was wondering…if you wanted…to share a…room," he panted. I leaned casually against the wall, waiting for him to catch his breath. Images of Iggy's porn magazines flashed through my mind. I shuddered and pushed the picture out of my head.
"Well, I don't know…" I hesitated. At that moment, Mom came out of the room in a daze. She looked lost in thought as she descended to the dining room. I decided not to bother her. Whatever problems she and Ella were having, they weren't my business. I shrugged and leaned toward Fang for another kiss. Behind me, a computer turned on, but I paid no attention.
undergirl has logged on to Chatroom A
undergirl: Tell Max to log on, Angel…I need her help
valentine34: um..i don't think shes available at the moment.
undergirl: Do I want to know?
valentine34: not really…
undergirl: Sigh, just tell me
valentine34: okay…
undergirl: You're right, I didn't want to know. I'll just deal with it on my own.
valentine34: ok then
valentine34 has logged off of Chatroom A
undergirl has logged off of Chatroom A
Ella's POV
A/N: yes, I know the third person/ first person switch tends to be confusing, I'll try to notify when the switches are made to clear up some of the confusion out there
Jeb did say it wouldn't hurt, right? Why, then, why does my back feel like it's on fire and covered in boiling acid? My insides are squirming and sliding around in such unpleasant ways that the nausea became too much and I bolted to the bathroom. When my stomach was empty, I remained crouched on the bathroom floor, trying to identify each new sensation as it came. There was a loud knock on the door. My mother's voice hesitantly addressed me through the oak patterns.
"Ella? Are you all right? Have the enchiladas gone bad?" She knocked again and the doorknob jiggled slightly. The lock slowly turned…
"Yeah I'm fine, I think," I called. The doorknob stopped wiggling about and lay still at the sound of my voice. My answer was far from the truth. I was nowhere near okay. My skin felt clammy, I shuddered and wiped my forehead.
"Are you sure? Ella, don't downplay anything here, even though I'm caring for more children now," Her voice sounded sad, almost regretful, and my heart sliced in two from the guilt of lying to her. I decided to tell part of the truth, to keep her from worrying too much.
"I'm a little sick, I'm going to lay down for a bit," I said. I stood up, flushed the toilet, and went to open the door. Then I realized I needed a breath mint. I searched my pocket and found a pack of Mentos. I quickly chewed and swallowed several before leaving the bathroom. My mom had left the hallway, but Max and Fang were still there, groping each other. Fang brought her closer to him, if that were possible, for a better angle to kiss her. She moaned in pleasure, and suddenly I felt…odd, abandoned, and…alone. I passed them and went into my room. I crawled into bed and went to sleep, wanting this day to end.
Angel, 3rd person
Angel felt a mental wave of sadness from Ella, an ache to be loved too, and she felt tears spring to her eyes. She wiped her eyes in shock. Nudge was sitting across from her on the floor, her eyes glued to the shirtless men in the music video. She looked occupied, and was quiet for once. Angel decided to leave it that way. She searched Iggy's mind for any hints of attraction towards Ella, but his thoughts were focused on the pretzel and marshmallow bomb Gasman was constructing. She sighed and invaded Gazzy's head, and found much of the same thing. Boys, they are all the same, she thought as she climbed the stairs and went into Ella's room. There she found her, fast asleep on her bed. Leftover tears streaked down her face. Angel returned to the living room to watch more TV. She didn't want to waste all of her time with a romance issue, when she herself scarcely understood it. She changed the channel. After another half an hour, she got tired of watching SpongeBob and decided to go to bed. Nobody noticed her get up and leave, so they must all be occupied. Especially Nudge, she thought, thinking about her face gaping at the screen.
Ms. Martinez, 3rd person
"Jeb, you need to be out with the kids more and spend time with them. You've been locked up in this room for three days straight. Don't you want to get out in the sunshine a little?" Jeb grunted an assent and closed his laptop. He stood up and stretched. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in annoyance, a clear resemblance to Max in that moment.
"I'm sorry. My job tends to be demanding these days," he apologized. "I should probably keep an eye on the kids better while you're gone on your trip next week." Ms. Martinez nodded, satisfied. She could see the truth in his eyes. What more could she ask for? She finished packing her suitcase and left without saying goodbye to Max, Ella, and the other children. Most of them were asleep anyway, and she didn't want to wake them up. She'll log into a chat room as soon as she got on a plane.
Nudge's POV
"Ohmigosh! Iggy, did you SEE that?" I squealed, pointing at the screen. He was reading one of his Braille books, and didn't look up to answer me.
A/N: If you don't know what Braille is, you are either living under a rock or retarded. No offense, but there's a reason why Google exists!
"Nudge, I'm blind," he huffed, annoyed. At that moment, Jeb came out into the living room. Mom had just left in a hurry to go…somewhere. It looked like he was in charge now. A phone rang in his pocket, and he answered it.
"Hello? Oh, right Mr. Chu but-yes, I know it's important! I have children to care for-no its not…even if they were, they would be too protected and hidden for you to be in reach of them….all right, I'll pack up my things. I'm looking forward to the raise, Mr. Chu," He hung up. I chose this moment to ask the questions that were bursting to be said.
"Where are you going Jeb? Does Mom know about this? Will she let you leave? Are you sure you know where you're going? Can I come? Why are you working for Mr. Chu? Who is he? Is he a bad guy? Is he with Itex? Are we coming with you? Oh Mom will be mad if she finds out you're-" Iggy put his hand over my mouth to shut me up.
"I'm sorry Nudge, but Mr. Chu told me not to tell you anything so you wouldn't ask questions. I'll notify Max about this," he said. After a moment's silence, Iggy uncovered my mouth so I could talk again. Jeb went to go pack. Iggy returned to his book. I changed the channel to PBS Kids. Sesame Street was on, and I groaned through every pointless adventure Elmo went on with Big Bird and his other friends. After ten minutes of this torture, Jeb came out with his suitcase and left without another word. The door slammed behind him. That was when I noticed how late it was getting. I went to my room to get ready for bed. I had the only bedroom downstairs besides Dr. M and Jeb. It left me alone a lot more than the others. That is, when I was actually in my room. I brushed my teeth and put my toothbrush away in the medicine cabinet. Then I sat on my bed and searched through the songs on my Ipod for the song that would help me fall asleep the fastest. I chose "Fireflies" by Owl City. As the first few bars played, I let my mind slowly drift into unconsciousness…
Gazzy's POV
"Ig, is the wire ready?" I called. In a moment, he appeared with the red wire. He seemed…distracted.
"Hey man, what do you about Ella?" he inquired. I shot him a "do-you-think-you're-insane?" look before I remembered myself and answered.
"Dude, she's just some girl forget her," I said, taking the wire from him. At this hour, I didn't care what he thought about girls, how they looked, or in his case, what they felt and sounded like.
"What does she think of me?" he asked. I sighed and connected the wire to the pretzel so I'd have my hands free.
"Look, I don't have the slightest clue what she thinks of you. After all, you're blind, so you can't see her reaction when she sees you," I explained. His face fell with disappointment, and I watched in annoyance as his shoulders slumped, and his eyes remained at the floor.
"Right…" he muttered, I'm going to bed. You finish hat yourself," He went upstairs. I rolled my eyes, connected the other end of the wire to the marshmallow and went up to Angel's room. We both shared a bedroom, being the youngest in the flock. Max slept wherever she wanted, Fang usually took the couch in the living room. Iggy had his own room next to Ella's. Her bedroom was across from the bathroom, a convenience for the girls. The other bathroom was downstairs in Nudge's room, which was rarely used. At the end of the upstairs hallway on the left was a guestroom, and across from that was the room I shared with Angel. There were two more bedrooms for Max and Fang, but they must hate sleeping in beds or something the way they avoid those places. I finished constructing the bomb, left the dining room, and went to bed. Tomorrow's going to be exciting, I thought, thinking of the numerous things I could explode with the device.