Surprise, Surprise!

Iggy's POV

I went inside of her room.

"What happened?" I asked softly.

A cry of pain called out.

"The lamp fell on my hand." Isa whispered.

Oh no, she's crying.

I felt her hand. It was limp and sprained. Then, I felt tears, cold tears dropping on my hand like rain drops.

"Isabelle, don't cry, no one looks- sounds good when they cry." I said patting her on the head. She was taller than I thought.

I kept my fingers on her face and brushed away her tears, but new ones kept coming out. Her skin was so soft, it felt almost unreal.

"I just hate it, I hate it so much." She cried.

"Isa, its okay, what do you hate?" I asked.

"The way everyone looks at me." She cried.

Well…the flock did stare a bit. Just a bit.

She must feel horrible…...

"It's not my fault, they….cloned me to...a murdered model," She said in an airy voice.

No wonder….

She became silent. I got up and searched for bandages. They were on the table and so I kneeled down again and started wrapping her limp arm. Soon, she started talking again.

"I feel so alone, it's like I'm not supposed to be in the picture." She whimpered.

Is that how she really feels?

Without even thinking, I just embraced her. She smelled like flowers and soap. She became suddenly stiff, but soon became calm.

"It's not that we don't like you, you're new so... um...we are trying to get familiar to you."

Her tears stained my shirt, but I didn't really mind.

"If you want, I can stay in this room and just…..talk." I suggested slowly.

"Thanks." She said muffled.

She parted. I leaned against the dresser and crossed my arms.

"Anytime, okay, now tell me, what did you do, what happened?" I questioned.

"I was reaching my lamp to turn it off, but I guess my grip was too strong so I pulled it down." She answered.

"Wow, girls can get hurt so easily." I teased hoping to get out of her mood.

"I don't fell liket hat... I feel like I was stol-...I feel like I'm a copy. Nothing else, but a copy." She answered sadly.

That's not true.

"If you tell us about it, maybe you might feel better?" I suggested though I'm not really good with all the consoling thing, "And plus, that's not true; you're…just as much as a human being as we are. You're like a normal girl. With wings, of course." I answered even smiling a bit.

"How?" she asked.

"Well, you know how to cook." I answered.

"Boys know how to cook too, don't you?"

"Well yeah….. which our Maxie here utterly fails at." I laughed.

She laughed. It felt kinda tingly. Like one of those heroines in those crazy love movies.

But hers is actually nice…. OH MY FLIPPIN' GOSH, what am I thinking?

"She loves you guys more than anything." She said and I could fell a smile in her voice.

How does Isa know Max feels that way?

"Really, how do you know?" I asked.

"I-I….it's kind of obvious, you know." She stuttered.

Is she hiding something?

"Does Angel know how to read minds?" she asked surprising me once more.

How does she-

"Yeah, how do you know?" I asked curiously.

"Uh, I feel her trying to get beyond my barrier." She simply replied.

"How do you keep a barrier on your mind?" I asked perplexed.

"I don't know… I just feel it." She answered.

"Maybe it's another talent." I suggested.

Silence followed.

"If you do any body movement like rolling your eyes or shrugging, tell me, because I can't see." I told her getting up.

"Oh right, sorry, I'm shrugging." She said.

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

"More like starving…." Isa replied and I could tell she was feeling better.

I laughed, "Good, I was wondering whether you eat or not. Let's go to the kitchen, then."

"Okay, I'll come, but I can't cook because of my arm…" She pointed out.

I chuckled, "You have me, don't you?"

"Right…" she mumbled, "Help me up?"

I took my hand and helped Isa up. Her hand was warm and so small. But boy, it was strong, she can make bad guys pass out for days with one punch of that fist. I then felt the stair way and went to the kitchen.

"What do we do now?" Isa asked.

"We're going to make noodles."

"That's fine with me."

"Cool, get me a pot, a big one." I ordered.

"Yes, sir."

I smiled. She gave me a pot and I searched for the stove. I felt the stove and placed the pot on the stove and turned the fire on.

"Okay, now get me water, lots of it."

She then gave me a jug filled with water. I poured the water in the pot and waited.

"Do you like to cook?" She asked trying to make some conversation.

"Sometimes, I eat anything besides Max's cooking, so I pretty much got used to cooking." I answered grinning.

"What do you normally like to do?"

"I like to blow things up." I responded proudly.

"Oh...….. I see." She said slowly clearly surprised.

"Yeah...I get that a lot." I shrugged and she chuckled a bit.

Then the water became ready, so I kept noodles in. After that, I threw in whatever I could find and stirred the content.

"What do you like to eat, Isa?"

"I like to eat pretty much anything eatable." She replied.

I laughed.

She has a humorous side too.

"If you like to eat anything, how come you're so skinny?" I asked.

"I don't know, you're skinny too, you know."

"You're skinnier, little one."

"Well…...I'm sticking out my tongue, Master."

We both laughed. It felt a bit good. I mean, merge the awesomeness when I'm flying and when hearing a bomb explode, that's how I kinda felt that day.

I don't know why I did it, but she made feel so….…. good inside? She was kinda like a Max for me, but not in the mom kind of way. That was the second time I got really close to a girl near my age. I mean, sure there's Max, but like someone for me. I can't...….exactly explain it. I kinda...….I just don't know. Without saying anything, I did the thing that normal hormone-crazy teenage guys like me would do. I leaned in and kissed her.

What's her reaction? That, my friend, you'll find out just by clicking the review button and the next button (When I update, of course) xD