Max's POV
"Try to keep it from getting too serious until you're older. I don't feel like having to explain things to Angel when she's only six." Said Mom with a look of amusement on her face.
Thank God! For a second there I thought that she was going to make Fang and I break up. My mom is so cool.
"Thanks Mom, will do."
She smiled and said, "Umm. Since you both are here, I would like to let you know that I am going to get a realtor tomorrow. This house isn't big enough for all of us. Do you mind being alone with the kids for a few hours?"
"Sure, but Ella said that she wanted to take us all to try roller-blading. Can we go to the rink while you are gone?"
I gave my mom the biggest bambi eyes I could manage. If the great Maximum Ride can fall for bambi eyes than so can her mom.
After much pleading, mom caved in. NO ONE can stand up to bambi eyes. I was exhausted, so I gave Mom and Fang a hug, and went to bed.
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Ella's POV (the next morning)
"Ahh. What is that smell?" I looked over at Max. She had been fast asleep on a blow up matress next to my bed. Her eyes fluttered open.
"Sorry for waking you Max. I normally sleep in, but something smells really good."
"Oh, that's just Iggy." Max sniffed the air and said, "Oh my God, he's making Belgium waffles! Race ya downstairs."
I ran after Max shouting at the top of my lungs, "Iggy can cook? I thought he was blind."
Everyone, even mom, was sitting at the kitchen table except Iggy. Sure enough there was Iggy. He was standing by the stove making a breakfast fit for a King.
Wow, it smelled even better down here. Iggy had gotten out one of Mom's silver serving platters and was piling Belgium waffles on it. He had also found fresh srawberries, cut them each in half, and sprinkled sugar on them. Max and I both grabbed a plate. Iggy heard us.
So he turned around, smiled and said, "Morning, just take one for now, you can come back and get more once everyone has had one."
Then, my heart nearly stopped beating. There is nothing sexier to a 13 year old girl than a tall, redhed guy with blue eyes, muscles and wings, that can cook. Uh, oh. I better be careful when I am thinking now. Why does Angel have to read people's minds?
Angel smiled at me. Damn! She heard my thoughts. Not cool. I have the right to think someone is hot in the privacy of my own mind. I think...
A/N Please review. I would love some suggestions for the songs at the roller rink. I know I need to have Nudge talk some more, but it just isn't her turn yet. It doesn't fit with the chapter. I promise to have her speaking in the next chapter. I will update whenever I can. This means that I could update every day, or once a week. I am on spring break for this entire week, so unless I get a serious writers block, I will try to update every day. Don't count on it though.
