I'M ACTUALLY UPDATING! OMG, OMG, OMG!!! I can't believe it! (and I'm sure u can't either! ;P )
Disclaimer: I own Angie. I own Mike. I own Andrew. I own Abby. I OWN THE WORLD! MWHAHAHA! MWHAHA! Right. Whatev. In my nightmares. No, wait—in yours! MWHAHAHA! MWHAHA!
Right.
Disclaimer (the right one): I don't own the flock, Orlando Bloom (sadly), Keira Knightley (not sure if she's even mentioned, but oh well), Zack, Zach, or Zekk Effron (no idea), or…or…or…or Alex Pettyfer (runs off crying
If I spelled Zack (or is it Zach?) Effron wrong, I'm sorry.
I can never tell if a chapter is very long or not, so…I hope this one is! If not…I'm sorry. (Gonna try to go write for Opera in a sec. Note try
I'm trying to decide if I like Ella and Iggy as a couple better than Niggy or not. I mean, I'm a complete Fax 100, butt not sure about Niggy (sorry). I mean, I'm not against it (Nudge is 11, btw) at all, I'm just sure which I like better…
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Oh-my-God-oh-my-God-oh-my-God!
I straightened my shirt as I studied myself in the mirror. Jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, hair pulled back in a rather small, messy ponytail. Not much, but when you were on the run, one couldn't really afford to be picky.
Even when you were going out on their first date with the guy you'd had a crush on since you were old enough to even have crushes.
Oh-my-God-oh-my-God-oh-my-God!
"You look good, Max."
I spun around quickly, automatically moving into a fighting stance. When I saw who it was, I relaxed.
"Oh, hey, Andy."
The angel stood from where he'd been sitting on the edge of my bed. "Hey, Max. Have fun with your date." He paused for a moment, almost seeming to stare right past me, then smiled and looked back at me.
"I'm pretty sure both of you are going to have a very good time."
I blushed crimson. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
He just winked at me with his dark, Orlando Bloom eyes, before disappearing into thin air before me.
•••
Angie smiled as she stared at the boy she'd been assigned to watch. He hadn't noticed her appear, and was still frantically searching for something to wear—who ever knew a guy could be so picky?
"You know what? I really wouldn't suggest wearing that."
Fang nearly jumped out of skin and he quickly whipped around, a fist already up and prepared to hit something.
"Not you again!" he groaned, dropping the shirt in his hand.
Angie ignored his comment (though she was the person that had gotten him and Max together in the first place), instead pointing to the discarded piece of clothing.
"That has got to be the ugliest thing I have ever seen." She paused, contemplating. "You should wear your usual black ensemble—it won't be as awkward, and it'll be easier for you to get up the nerve to kiss her." She blinked. "If I'm not mistaken, you actually propose to her in black…"
Fang raised an eyebrow. "Black? But she hates it when I wear that."
Angie grinned wickedly. "Well, I guess we'll have to compromise."
Fang had seen that look on Iggy enough to know that it meant bad. "Um…like what?"
"Your hair."
"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
•••
Nudge sighed as she stared at the picture in her hands. The dreamy blonde lock hat hung over one brilliant blue eye, the beautiful, unblemished complexion, and easy smile. Tall and lithe. The hottest boy in the world, and enough to make any girl's heart flutter wildly.
Alex Pettyfer.
Max thought Orlando Bloom was better, but Nudge knew otherwise. Blonde guys were way hotter than brunettes—it was a known fact.
He was only like seventeen—completely in her league. He was even better than another one of her crushes—Zack Effron. (And that was saying something.)
Though, of course, neither of them compared to—
"Hey, Nudge, do you by any chance have a lighter?"
She looked up quickly, stuffing the scrap of paper under her hotel pillow. "Hmm?"
Iggy tapped his foot impatiently. "Uh, you know, a light? I was making a bomb, and I wanted to test it."
"Max would kill you…and then probably come after me too."
He just smiled evilly. "Exactly."
"Whatev."
"Do you have a lighter?" Iggy repeated, leaning against the door frame.
"Why would I have a lighter? I don't smoke or anything."
He shrugged. "Just thought I'd ask. Didn't want to have to ask Fang for his—he's been acting kinda funny lately—"
"Yea, well, he is going out with max for the first time," Nudge said with a shrug. "According to Angel, they've been in love with each other for years."
Iggy pursed his lip in thought. Then he asked softly, "Do you think they love each other? I mean, really love each other? Unconditionally?"
Nudge's voice was soft as she murmured, "Yea, they love each other. A lot. He's willing to die for her—nearly has a coupla times, actually."
"According to Ang?"
She nodded.
He was silent a moment.
"Do you believe in true love?" he finally said.
Nudge was suddenly glad that Iggy was blind so that he couldn't see the blush creeping up her cheeks.
"Yea."
"Me too."
The door shut, and Nudge glanced up quickly. What that been about? Why was Ig asking her about…about love.
"Well, you know, I for one believe in true love. Seen it happen to lovely people enough times to believe it."
Nudge swung around quickly, a scream rising in her throat.
"Oh my God! Alex Pettyfer!"
The blonde seventeen-year-old looking boy graced her with a heart-fluttering lop-sided grin. "I look like him alright. Glad too—I think I would have just about died if I'd had to look like Zack Effron or Orlando Bloom again." He paused. "No pun intened."
Nudge's brow wrinkled. "Huh?"
He laughed. "Whatev. Name's Michael. I'm your guardian angel."
"Oh, my—"
"Careful. You heard me correctly. And no, I'm not a figment of your imagination." He stuck a pose. "I look to good for that."
That was a moment of silence, before Nudge asked nervously, "Uh…so, whatcha doin' here, Mike?"
He shook his head, surprised. "Wow. That's new—it usually takes up to ten minutes of explaining for someone to actually believe."
Nudge's eyebrows rose. "I am a genetically enhanced bird-hybrid. My sister's half-brother was part dog. I have wings. You think I'm not used to the slightly abnormal?"
Mike blushed. "Uh…right." He raked a hand through his blonde hair. "Well, it's about Iggy…"
•••
Iggy was about to knock on Fang's door, when his overly sensitive ears picked up voices in the room. He couldn't quite make out the words, but it sounded like just one person.
So…now Fang was talking to himself. Or inanimate objects.
Well, that was new.
"Hey, Fang?" he called out, this time letting his fist meet the hard wood. "Fang?"
The talking ceased, and there was the sound of scrambling about, before the door burst open.
"Yea?" Fang asked, opening the door.
"Um…hey, man…were you just talking to yourself?"
There was a pause.
"Uh…no. Radio."
Right.
"Well," said Iggy, deciding just to ignore Fang for now, "I wanted to borrow your lighter."
"Sure."
Fang tossed him the piece of metal from his pocket, and then quickly slammed the door.
"Weird," Iggy muttered as he headed back for his room.
What was wrong with everyone? First Max and Fang randomly run into the hallway and kiss each other, then they decide to go on a date. Fang is having a nervous breakdown, Max is being…girly…and then Nudge was…wasn't talking that much.
And then of course, he'd done that stupid thing—asked her about love.
"Iggy the idiot, that's me," he said to himself as he closed his door behind him.
"You better believe it."
"Who the hell are you?!" was his immediate response, as he shifted into a fighting position.
There was the sound of a thousand tinkling bells as the girl—cause Iggy knew it definitely was a female race—laughed merrily.
"My name's Abby—I'm your guardian angel."
Iggy fell back against the wall. "Oh, God, I've finally cracked."
More giggling.
"Hardly. I wouldn't be here if you had."
Iggy thought for a moment. "You sound familiar—have we met before?"
Abby sighed. "Nope. I sound familiar to you because I look and have the voice of Angelina Jolie—you know, that lady Fang tells you is so sexy?"
Iggy blushed. "Uh…"
"Yea, well, that's who I look like. Cooli, right?"
"Uh…"
"Well, I'm here bout Nudge."
"What about her?" he asked, confused.
Guardian angels? Angelina Jolie? Nudge?
"Well, about how much you love her, of course!"
"Huh?"
"How much you love her!" she cried. "You are in love with her, whether you want to be or not!"
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Call it a cliffhanger, or call it a pathetic ending. In all honesty, I don't really care. Because I'm just happy I updated (;P) Well, hopefully, I'll finish the Opera chapter (note hopefully). I already have the outline for the chapter…and the talkshow…(ducks head) Oh well. All in good time.
Btw, look up Alex Pettyfer on Google. I dare you!
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