Chapter 3
"Fine," I heard Max's voice as I turned the corner to reach the kitchen. I spotted Gazzy already getting a headstart by pouring juice sleepily in several glasses, one for each of us. "Miss breakfast."
Max had her head stuck inside the refrigerator, searching for food probably. Though not as pale in comparison with Iggy, Max was also pretty light-skinned herself. I had more of an olive complexion. However, unlike Iggy's, Max's eyes were a deep brown that anyone could get completely lost in. Though it was still morning, her hair fell perfectly just on her shoulders, even if I knew she uses the kitchen scissors to whack it off when it started to annoy her. I studied her back. God, I sounded like a stalker. What was I even thinking? I blinked back. This is Max for crying out loud. The same Max I had felt bad about because I broke her arm practicing self-defense.
Then Max's shoulders tensed up as she whipped her head around to look at me. Her eyes narrowed at me as I raised my eyebrows.
"Will you quit that?" she asked.
Here we go, another reference how "silent" I am. I narrowed my eyes back at her, running my hair through my overly grown hair. Half of the flock always complained how my hair was always too long-unnatural for a dude almost. But whatever.
"Quit what?" I calmly asked, my words dripping with sarcasm. "Breathing?"
She rolled her eyes. "You know what."
Sighing, Iggy felt forced out of his more-than-comfortable position on the living room couch. "I'll make eggs," he announced reluctantly as he scrambled to his feet (no pun intended). I always found it hilarious that Iggy, the blind one may I remind you, is better at cooking than Max-who is supposed to be our leader. It's just one of those ironic situations. Let's just say we don't joke around about how women should stay in the kitchen. 'Cause if that woman was Max, we would just lose all our appetites completely. Anyone really up for extra burnt hotdogs that's beyond well-done?
Not that we would joke around about women, anyway. Max had come around calling the guys "sexist pigs" lately. It doesn't exactly scream motivation.
Max scanned the kitchen and opened her mouth to speak.
"Fang? You set the table. I'll go get Nudge and Angel."
I nodded, just as she hopped up the stairs to wake the other girls up. I headed for the cupboard and pulled out six plates, setting them on the round table.
"Scramblin' these eggs, all day long," Iggy hummed. "Scramblin' these eggs while I sing this song. Doo-do-da-da-do."
I rolled my eyes, realizing it was a useless effect on Iggy, since...you know. "I'm rolling my eyes, Ig."
"That's great for you," he replied without missing a beat. The Gasman plopped himself on the chair, his blue eyes dreary with sleepiness. Gazzy was the only one out of the whole flock who was actually related to Angel. Similar to Angel, he was blonde and was completely tall for his age. People could make mistake him as a ten-year-old if he tried. He watched me intently as I stared at the small table with great interest, tapping my fingers on the hard wood.
"Hey, Fang?" Gazzy said. I glanced up at him, motioning to continue. I wasn't much of a talker, you see. Action speaks better than words, remember? It's a saying I tend to live by. I find it better to just keep my mouth shut, rather than saying something really really stupid. It doesn't exactly help that Angel's a mind reader and can hear all the stupid things I avoid saying.
Yes, you heard me, the six-year-old is a freaking mind reader. No big deal.
Before he could continue, Max, Nudge, and Angel finally came down.
"I'll tell you later," he quickly whispered. I nodded.
A/N:
Hey guys! This might be the last update for the next few days, since I don't have my copy of the Angel Experiment right now. I'm only half-way done on Chapter 4, since I can't really finish it. But I hope you guys are liking it so far! I don't really know where I'm going with this though, however I have other MR fanfics up my sleeve that I wanna get a start on writing. I'm still contemplating whether I should start them or not. Either way, I hope you still continue to follow me whatever my decision may be. Reviews are always appreciated!
Thanks!
Fly On,
FnickForever.
