A/N: I'm back!!!!! meh eh eh. okay... so, luckily for you guys, i picked #4 and i'm a splickady quickady reader. (like my new word?) and i think i'm more on character. so... here goes nothing!
Disclaimer: i am not J.P. so i there forth do not own MR. Or do i?!?
Max's Pov:
I woke up, jeans and windbreaker on, groaning. I have to admit, i hate going to bed angry at the flock. Not good for my beauty sleep.
Stretching, i dragged myself out of bed, and over to the bathroom. My dirty blonde (compromise between blonde and brunette) was a wild mane around my head and my clothes were crinkled.
I really must have been bug while i was sleeping.
I splashed cold water on my face and attempted to comb my hair, but gave up on that and threw it up in a pony.
I always told the flock, Shirts can get dirty, as can underwear and sweaters, but jeans will forever remain clean. Sticking to that, I changed into a Harley Davidson shirt that must have belonged to the world's fattest man.
Then I looked at the clock. 12:37.
"Holy *insert swear word of your choice here.*" I bellowed.
"Somebody's up." Fang commented, standing in my doorway.
I sneered at him, walking out of my room, purposely hitting my shoulder against his.
In the kitchen, the kids were finishing up sandwiches and Iggy was doing dishes.
I remembered my motive, and as if he was thinking the same thing, he looked up at me and winked, a smile on his face, making me blush.
"Thanks for doing dishes." I went over to him and, with a seconds hesitation to make sure fang was looking, I kissed his cheek. Iggy's turn to blush.
"Welcome." He mummers.
Grabbing a PB&J sitting on the counter, I walk to sit next to Angel. She was holding back a smile.
Looking around, I saw Gazzy was biting his lip, starring at his sandwich, a small smile tugging at his lips. Nudge had her hand over her mouth, trying to stop from blurting something out.
Fang was sitting on the couch, his eyes flickering between me and Iggy, and when i caught his attention, I saw a flash of confusion in his eyes, then they went dead.
Sighing, I bit into my sandwich. I need serious mental help.
Iggy's POV:
"Who's done?" I asked, trying to break the awkward silence.
"ME!" All three kids said at the same time. They got up and gave me there plate, and I loaded them in the dishwasher. I'm blind but i still now how to work every electronic devise in this house. Which we manage to keep thanks to Dr. Martinez.
Why i was doing this with Max didn't make sense. I felt bad, I felt used, but I still didn't want to not do it. I don't think I could ever say no to Max. I've never been able to.
I didn't make any sense.
But maybe, If you love someone enough, you'll do anything for them.
OKAY, Iggy confessed. And i need some ideas. what should fang do. I have one idea, but i don't know if it'll work. Dun dun dun-duunnnn. *plays on piano*
For our guest today, Fang!!!!
ME: so fang *positions half moon glasses on nose and shifts in seat, legs crossed with a clipboard and pen* how do you feel about this thing between Maximum and James (Iggy)?
FANG: *lays on chair thingy in consolers office* I Don't know. I'm just so confused. what going on?
ME: Well, that's good to know. *finishes a sloppily pic of me and fang running off together into the sunset* Cookie?
FANG: Wha? how does that help?
ME: Cookies are like... like.... um.... *jumps up in disco dress and a disco ball falls down with dancers* COOOKIESSSS!!! THEY MAKE THE WOOORLLLD, THEY MAKE THE WORLD GO ROUND AND ROUND AND ROUND AND ROUND (etc.)
FANG: Max liked cookies......
