Ok, it took me forever to come up with an idea for this chapter. Basically, I'm warning you now, I don't know how much longer I'll continue this story, since I'm running out of ideas. Heck, I don't even know how to end it!
Fang: If anyone has any ideas, it'd be helpful. At least, she'd stop banging her head against the keyboard.
Me: I've got writer's block here and on Double Date! It's crazy!!
Fang: You're crazy...
Me: Shut it.
Angel's POV
Bedtimes were stupid. They were for normal kids. For six year olds. I was seven, and I wasn't normal.
I sat up in bed. I didn't want to try to go to sleep anymore. I wasn't tired. Every time I tried to explain to Max and Fang how I didn't need an early bedtime, they'd just smile and ignore me. Didn't they understand I was smarter than the average seven year old? That I was different? Oh, well...
I needed something to keep me entertained until I finally got tired. I closed my eyes, listening to the different little buzzings in my head that were the thoughts of the Flock and everyone else in the house. I focused in on Max, wondering what she was up to.
"Ugh, I hate cramps. I swear to God, if Fang comes in here one more time to ask how I am, I'm going to rip his wings off, use them to stab out his spine, and beat him with it."
That was a lot of anger, even for Max on a bad day. Cramps? What was causing those? I figured I'd focus in on Fang and see if he knew anything.
"I can't believe she threw her freaking alarm clock at me! I was just seeing if she was ok. If she turns into this witch every month, I might run away from home! Crap, I think my face is gonna bruise."
What could be happening to Max once a month that would cause Fang to want to run away from home? I remembered when I'd seen in her mind about that time when she looked in the mirror and saw herself as an Eraser? Could Max be turning into an Eraser once a month? Maybe it was like being a werewolf or something. I was really worried. I tried to think of somewhere else I might be able to get information. Maybe Iggy would know something? I focused in on Iggy next.
"God, between Ella and Max, I feel like I'm in some kind of PMS-ruled Hell for Sexist Pigs. This is unfair! Heck, I can't think without being hit and called a sexist pig! Hello, I'm a guy. Can't help it sometimes. And poor Fang! Max treats him like crap. Jeez, no matter what the guy does-"
I pulled myself out of Iggy's mind. I didn't really understand what he was thinking about, but I had a feeling it wasn't helpful. I stretched, yawning, and curled up in my blankets. I'd just get some answers in the morning...
"Morning Angel." Iggy said as I walked into the kitchen.
"Morning Iggy." I answered, putting Celeste in a chair and pulling the one next to it out to sit in. "Iggy, what's a sexist pig?"
Iggy jumped slightly, almost flipping his eggs out of the pan. "Angel, where'd you hear that?"
"Max says it sometimes." I said, truthfully.
"Well....Go ask Max." he said, going back to his eggs.
I crossed my arms. "You were thinking about it."
Iggy rolled his eyes, placing the spatula back down. "Angel, haven't we been over the whole 'intruding in on people's minds' thing?"
"You were still thinking it." I said. I was sick of people telling me not to read minds. It was my power. I should use it. And they should be less secretive.
Max walked in at that point, yawning. I turned to her. "Max? Why do you have cramps?"
Max nearly jumped. That woke her up. "Angel? What?"
"You had cramps. Why?"
I noticed Iggy turn back around and mutter, "Don't wanna hear this. Don't wanna hear this..."
Max gave me one of her no nonsense looks. "Angel..."
Fang stumbled into the room at that point. "Morning, guys..."
"Hi, Fang! Your bruise looks better!" I said.
Fang's eyes widened. "Angel? My bruise?"
Max crossed her arms, glaring. It didn't bother me that much. I'd been there before. "Angel? What did you read in our minds?"
I took a deep breath. "Well, I saw about your cramps and how you were gonna beat Fang with his own spine."
Fang's eyes widened again, and he looked at Max. Max just rolled her eyes at him.
"And I saw how Fang said he'd run away from home if you turned into a witch once a month."
Now, Max was glaring at Fang. Fang, on the other hand was staring anywhere but at Max.
"And then, I saw how Iggy thought that, between you and Ella, he was in a 'PMS-ruled Hell for Sexist Pigs'."
Now, Iggy was backing away from a very angry Max.
"Angel..." Max said angrily. "I think you should go to your room. I'll talk to you about this when I'm done talking to Iggy and Fang..."
I just shrugged, grabbing Celeste and piece of toast and skipped back to my room. No sooner was I down the hall, when I heard yelling start. I just sighed.
See? If they were less secretive, these fights wouldn't happen.
Yep. Short chapter. But don't worry, I'm putting up another one, too. Later...
Fang: It's, like, 1:32 a.m. Bedtime...
Me: Yeah...Zzzz...
Fang: Saint! You have to finish the A/N!
Me: Mmmhmmmm.....
R&Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....Sparkles!
