One Letter Stand
Bonjour, Ninja C here again with the author's note: dimistar546 says that computer access was unfeasible yesterday, so this chapter is a day late. However, H is for Hoopla will still be brought to you tomorrow (I'm looking at you, Sir Spamalot. And pointing. Menacingly. You're scared. I can tell.)
G is for: Go Green
By dimistar546
I crashed through the door, sweat oozing out of my pores after a morning flight. I paused 'Global Heartwarming' by Lisa Keating on the Flock's iPod, and pulled the headphones out of my ears. I opened the fridge and pulled out a fresh water bottle, and with a flick of my wrist, the bottle was open and I had finished half of the bottle.
"Max? Is that you?" Iggy called, walking into the kitchen. He pointed to a plate on the counter. "There's your breakfast. I saved you a plate." Piled on the dish were eggs, pancakes, and soft bacon -- my favorite. After draining half of the bottle, I thanked him and finished my water.
I tossed the bottle into the trash, and grabbed the plate and a fork, and sat at the table. "Max?" Nudge asked, coming to sit at the table. I looked up from my food, quickly chewing and swallowing and putting my fork down.
"Yes, Nudge?"
She took a deep breath. "Well, I was watching this thing on TV about how water bottles spend a really, really, long time in large garbage piles and stuff, and how they take a really long time to be decomposed and they do horrors to the environment. So, I looked it up on the computer, and it's true. Some of the simplest things we throw out could be recycled! Like cardboard! I was really sad, and I was hoping we could go green!" Nudge pointed to her bright green shirt, and smiled when I leaned in closer to read what it said.
There were several peace signs, a hand making the peace sign, a slogan of 'Reduce, Reuse, Recycle', and a lot of hearts. Did Fang get her this shirt? I don't remember him buying it. How much did it cost? I simply looked at her, and her smile faded slowly.
"What? Do you not like the idea?" I shrugged.
"I'm fine with it. But how would we do that?" She beamed again, revealing a pearly set of teeth.
"Well, first we need a special bag or trash can for all aluminum, plastic, and paper. Then, we bring it to some nearby recycling center. Come on, Max! It'll be fun!" Nudge grabbed my hands and shook them. It felt like I was in a soap opera, and I had just been asked to 'give him a try.' Rolling my eyes, I nodded. Nudge jumped up, squealing and clapping her hands. She raced out of the room, yelling for Angel.
"Actually, she has a point," a deep voice said, and Fang walked into the kitchen, holding a mug in hand. He placed the mug carefully into the sink, and sat down at the table next to me. "She told me all about it."
I raised an eyebrow. He smirked and poked me in the thigh. Electricity coursed through my tired veins, and my body snapped to attention.
"She does. Halfway through the program, she yelled for me to come downstairs. I had only shaved half of my face," he said, pointing to his right cheek. I moved so I was closer to his cheek, and, upon further investigation, he still had a centimeter of stubble. I placed my hand on his cheek, enjoying the spiky hair. Still smiling, I glanced up into his eyes, and he immediately caught me with those onyx eyes of his.
"That... Seems like a good idea," I whispered, moving closer. I closed my eyes, and as my lips were going to meet his, Nudge banged through the doorway, holding a large amount of plastic bottles in her arms.
"Max! Fang! Lookit!" We leapt away from each other like we both had the Plague. Nudge dropped the large amount of plastic onto the table. "I learned the name of our town, and there's a recycling center down the cliff!" I smiled.
"Good job, Nudge! We could probably do this!" I said, and she beamed.
Fang murmured under his breath, "That's what she said." I punched his arm and stifled laughter.
I skipped to the stairs and called up. "Hey, Gaz! Come here!" Holding two Transformers action figures (I immediately recognized them as Optimus Prime and Bumblebee), he bounded down the stairs, his blonde hair tousled cutely.
"Yeah, Max?"
"Do you have any garbage bags?" He thought for a moment, then dashed to his room. Gazzy returned a few moments later, holding several white bags in his hands.
"Here," Gazzy said, handing them to me. He looked curious, and he followed me into the kitchen. "What's with all of the bags?"
"We're going to have a recycling project!" I said happily, helping Nudge and Iggy put all the bottles into the bags. He raised his eyebrows.
"Could I help?" He said, looking up at me with wide blue eyes. I smiled, and kissed him on the hair.
"Of course you can," I stated, and went to stand by Fang. "Do you know where Angel is?" I asked. He shrugged, and pointed upstairs to her bedroom. I nodded and walked up the stairs to find Angel. I found her bunkered down in her room, taking a nap on her sagging mattress. I picked her up and carried her downstairs, her rubbing her large blue eyes.
"Hiya, Max," she whispered, and rested against my shoulder.
A few hours later, we had packed all of the plastic in the house (a surprisingly large amount -- Iggy and Gazzy had a ridiculous number of plastic soda bottles under their beds) into the garbage bags and we headed out, a bag in each hand. We all stood at the edge of the cliff, and one by one, our wings wide open and strong, we jumped off the edge and landed in the dense woods underneath.
"We should do this all the time! At least once a month!" Nudge chirped cheerily, and I nodded. I had one bag in my arm, and Angel was holding onto my other hand, dragging a bag behind her. She had woken up considerably since I had shaken her awake.
Fang and I tossed our bags in first into the big recycling bin outside the building, and the rest of the Flock followed our example.
I had to admit, I did feel a bit better when I threw the bag in. We flew back up to our house, and settled in the living room. "Should we do this monthly, like Nudge said?" I suggested, getting up and walking to the kitchen to make some lunch. The Flock made noises of agreement, their mouths filled with egg sandwiches (the food fairies had come while we were sleeping).
So it was decided then. We would try our hardest to save our planet Earth, and who knows, maybe our efforts will mean something in the future.
Foreshadowing, foreshadowing! Yayayay!
Sir Spamalot is doing H for Hoopla! :D
I had so much trouble... The creative juices haven't been flowing lately. It was fun to write though! Enjoyed it bundles. :)
Addendum by Ninja C: I like you. I like you a lot. You wrote happy Fax fluff. *weird laugh that is a mix of giddy and maniacal*
Sir Spamalot – we'll see you tomorrow.
