A/N: Sorry for the late update! I'm going to keep this little note quick. This is a long chapter, because I feel bad about not updating! As requested by Iggy4ever and Shojo-Chan, this chapter is Eggy. This is for you guys!!

Chapter 6.) Home Alone -Ella POV

"Max and Fang should be home in a while. I feel really bad about leaving you guys here!"Mom said, throwing her hands up in the air. "Why'd the have to call a meeting at eight forty-five PM on a stormy night?"

"Mom, it's fine. What time do you think you'll be home?" I asked, fingering a lock of hair.

"Real late. I'm sorry, guys," She said, putting on her rain coat and jumping out the door.

"Bye Dr. M!" Iggy called, just as another bolt of lightning struck. She waved and closed the door behind her.

"Iggy, I'm gonna grab a snack. You want something?" I said, walking towards the kitchen.

"Nah," he said, following me. "So now what? It's stormy, it's not like we can go outside...and we're home alone," He added quickly.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm eating some ice cream. You can, uh," I said, scooping ice cream into a bowl while thinking, "watch TV with me after or something," I suggested. And I was starting to feel self conscious (yes, even though he can't see me).

"Alright," he smiled. A perfect, pearly smile.

"Come on," I said, grabbing the bowl of vanilla ice cream, and taking his hand. "The family room is this way," I said, slowly guiding him to the room. I flipped on the TV, but none of the channels were working. Probably because of the storm. We sat on the couch, and I started eating my frozen treat. "So," I said after a few minutes of a sort of awkward silence, "How old do you guys consider yourself? I mean, you don't really have a real birthday and all."

Iggy smiled. "We say we're sixteen. How old are you?"

"Fourteen," I answered proudly.

"That's cool."

"Yup."

Silence.

"I remember when I was fourteen," Iggy was laughing at himself. "I was fighting the world, making bombs-"

"You still make bombs!" I corrected him, scooping some ice cream into my mouth. Now we were both laughing.

"Let's go back to the kitchen, I have to put this in the sink," I tried to say calmly after our laugh attack.

"Okay, show me the way again?" He put his hand out, and I took it slowly.

My heart was beating fast. Did I have a crush on Iggy? He's practically my brother! Which would be really EW! But Max and Fang are practically siblings and they're all over each other. And they grew up together, I've only known Iggy for like two years. He's older than me, too! What would Mom think if I told her I liked him. What would Iggy think? Does he like me back? Oh gosh, I sound like Nudge!

I showed him the way to the kitchen, even though I was freaking out inside. When we got there, I put the bowl in the sink. Iggy wasn't letting go of my hand. "You okay?" He asked. "What are you thinking about?"

"Uh, nothing." I'm such a bad liar!

"Lies! Come on, you can tell me anything," He said, grinning.

"Nothing!" My cheeks were turning bright red. I was kinda glad he was blind at that moment.

He smirked. "If you say so."

Before we could continue our conversation, the lights started flickering. I swore under my breath. "That means the power is gonna go out within, like, five minutes," I started rummaging through drawers, looking for candles to light.

"Goody," he said sarcastically.

"Yeah." I found two candles, and lit them with a lighter. Right after I lit them, the power went out. "Power's out," I announced for Iggy.

He sighed. "Now what?"

"I have no idea. Just sit around, or go to sleep maybe. It's nine-fifteen."

"Way to early for bed. Let's just go upstairs. There's gotta be something entertaining that doesn't use batteries."

"You go look for that. I'm putting on my PJ's. Come on, to the stairs," I said, leaving one candle on the counter, and taking the other with me. I grabbed Iggy's hand and we went upstairs.

"Thanks," he said, stepping into his room.

"Yup," I said, going into mine, which was on the opposite end and side of the hall from his. I put on a pair of comfy flannel pants and a tank top. It was really cool tonight, with the wind and storm and all that.

I walked down the hall and knocked on his door, with my candle still in hand. "Come in," he said, and I slipped in. I put the candle on a small table that was in the corner of the room. Iggy was wearing plaid flannel pants and a white tee shirt. I smiled. He looked so...hot! "Whoa! Ella!"

"What?!" I jumped, looking around nervously.

"Stand against my wall!" I stood up against the white wall.

"Why?"

"The wall is white! I can see white, which means I can see the stuff against it! I can see your outline," He got up off his bed and came closer.

"Oh my gosh, no way!"

"Yeah!" He answered, excitedly. "You're so beautiful," he whispered.

"Thanks," I said, playing with a piece of my hair and blushing again.

"Can I?" He asked, bringing his hand up close to my face.

"Sure," I said, flipping my hair back over my shoulder. He brushed is fingers along my forehead. I closed my eyes, allowing him to pass over them, then my nose, cheeks, lips...I opened my eyes. He was leaning closer to me.

Next thing I knew, our lips were moving in synch together, and it just felt so natural, like we were supposed to be there. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I put mine around his neck. I found myself playing with small tufts of his soft, blond hair.

When we were both panting and out of breath, we pulled away from each other. "I...Ella, I love you," Iggy whispered.

"I-I love you too, Iggy," I answered. I guess that answers the question if he likes me back!

He picked me up and carried me to his bed, where we both lied down. He rubbed my back, and I could feel my self starting to fall asleep. I didn't want to, though. I wanted tonight to last as long as it could.

After a while, I sat up. Iggy was still wide awake. He raised an eyebrow.

"Iggy, can I see your wings? I haven't seen them, except for when you're flying."

"Sure," he said. He pulled off his shirt as he sat up and threw it towards his closet. His abs were way better than that Jacob guy's from that vampire book thing. He rolled his shoulders back a bit and opened his wings. They were amazing.

"Wow," I gasped, feeling the soft feathers. His wings sort of had a thick, brownish outline with an off white color in the middle. "They're gorgeous," I muttered. "What's your wingspan?"

"About sixteen feet," he answered.

"Wow," I said again. Iggy chuckled. I stroked his wings back and forth. They were so smooth. "What's it feel like to fly?"

He took a deep breath. "There's really nothing to compare it too. You just feel like you can do anything, like your invincible. Suspending yourself up in the air. Well, maybe you can compare to hang gliding. But it's different when you have your own wings that are keeping you up."

"I wish I could fly," I said, dreamily.

"Yeah, it really is awesome," He wrapped his wings around me, and lied us back down. "I got you!"

"Good," I curled up in the warmth of his wings as the whole house shook and shuttered from the winds. I hadn't even noticed the lightning and thunder till now, when we were both quiet.

After about an hour, maybe longer, of lying together, we heard the door open, and feet shuffling in. "Why won't these damn lights turn on!" Max yelled. Iggy snickered, sitting up.

"Shoot," I muttered, wiggling out from his wings.

"Hey!" Iggy whispered. "You're leaving me?"

"No," I said, grabbing his shirt and handing it to him. "I'm just gonna go downstairs to say hi to Max and Fang, and you know, tell them that the power's out."

"Oh. Right. I'll come."

We climbed down the stairs, and saw Max and Fang soaking wet. "The power is out," I informed them.

"Yeah, I figured that out," Max said. I smiled.

"How are you two love birds doing?" Iggy asked.

"We're good. Kind of wet," Fang answered, squeezing out his hair. I chuckled.

"What's up with you guys? Were you making out, or something? Your all messed up," Max said, ruffling my hair.

Iggy and I looked at each other, back at Max, and said "Ew!" at the same time. Good thing it was really dark except for the candle, or else Max and Fang would have saw our faces turn bright red.

"Kidding!" Max said.

"I'm gonna go change," Fang said, kicking off his sneakers and climbing upstairs.

"It's really wild out there. Kind of scary, actually. I almost got hit by lightning," Max was laughing at herself. "Yeah, really creepy. It feels so much safer in here-" Thunder washed out her voice. "Going upstairs," she said, following Fang.

Once she was gone, Iggy and I kissed each other on the lips. I pulled away the tiniest bit. "I'm going to bed," I whispered. He took my hand, then let me go as I walked away.