hey! Okay well usually I don't do back and forths like this (Ex: Iggy to Sudney then back to Iggy) but I had certain perspectives and ideas so this one was an exception. Shout out to limegreenwordmachine for her review! Be sure to R&R! You know you want tooooo! And um yeah. ENJOI!
-JT
Iggy.
As I flew off I couldn't help, but do a midair victory dance. Or at least it seemed like some form of dance.
I said some form!
As I flew, literally, through the door of the house. I shouted. "Yes!" super loudly while pumping a fist in the air, throwing the house key to nowhere in particular and skipping backwards into the living and the whole flock, who unfortunately happened to be sitting in the large living room turned to stare at me.
"Uh."
I said quietly as the flock gawked at me like I'd grown five heads.
"You alright in your brain?" Fang asked me, raising his eyebrows.
I thought about Sydney. "Yeah… Great…"
Angel's head snapped up from whatever she was doing.
"Your gonna cook for Sydney tomorrow?" She asked, excitedly. "Yay! I'll get to really meet her!" She giggled.
"Your what?" Max growled, nasty, angry venom dripping off her words.
"Cooking for Sydney. Tomorrow." I declared, standing my ground. "And your going to be there. At that table. Being a damn decent person." I told her, pointing right at her and then turned to Gazzy and Angel. "Don't use that word."
Max stood, teeming with fury.
"Over my dead body."
"Well that wouldn't be very presentable now would it? A dead girl seated at the table."
Her eyes narrowed.
"She is not coming anywhere near this house. You shouldn't be anywhere near her Iggy. It's bad for her and more important it's bad for us."
"Well I want to. And too bad-"
"He already invited her." Angel blurted, then quickly covered her mouth.
"You already invited her? On who's authority?" She challenged.
"Mine."
"You haven't talked to anyone about this!" She protested.
"Actually, we were just talking about it yesterday. I'd like to talk to her some more." Nudge informed Max, standing.
"And we tossed the topic around some…" Fang muttered.
She shot him a shocked look.
"She seemed interesting!" Fang defended.
The shock left and was replaced with a death glare.
"What?!" Fang cried out.
"ugh!" she groaned the turned back on me.
"Well call it off! I'm not going to tell you this again Iggy! I don't want you two seeing each other. Accidental or on purpose!"
"I'm sorry Max, but it's not going to be that way. Tomorrow we're all having dinner. That's it. The end."
I turned and picked my keys up off the ground and went to my room, and began researching stuff to cook.
This was going to be interesting.
Sydney.
I had rummaged through my closet and came up with what I though was still pretty casual for me, but whatever.
I decided on a slightly ripped jean short that looked kind of like a skirt (no it is not a skort. I can't stand those worth a damn) with a deep purple baggy shirt that showed off a shoulder with a black tank underneath, I added a black choker for flare. I had my hair down and loose, it was beginning to wave at the ends and it looked real good with what I had on.
Not to flashy or dressy and not beat up jeans and a t-shirt.
I raced downstairs and looked at the clock.
Almost seven…
Hunter and Duncan had on Halo, so I grabbed a controller so I could pass the time.
After several rounds of whooping my big bro's butt, I heard the doorbell ring. Deeply concentrated in killing people I said to Duncan. "You'll get it." As I quickly shot at Hunter. "Fine, fine." He said, getting up.
"What the hell, Syd? How did you find me!?" Hunt cried, furiously pounding buttons.
"Your always staking out there, smart one." I alerted him as I shot him dead.
"Damn." He said.
"Ha, ha. So that's another round for me."
"Whatever." Hunter rolled his eyes, restarting the game.
I got up and walked to the door, expecting to see my tall, pale, blonde Iggy waiting, but was surprised instead by a shorter, but just as pale, seriously black haired guy.
"You must be this Iggy person." Duncan began, sticking out his hand to shake.
"Actually no-" Fang and I said in unison.
"Yeah, Dunk, this is Iggy's brother, Fang. Right?" I introduced.
"Right." He said, shaking my brother's hand.
"Fang this is Duncan, my older brother."
"Nice to meet ya." Duncan said skeptically, eyeing Fang. I elbowed him in the ribs.
"Hey-" He started, but never finished.
"Where's Ig?" I asked.
"Still preparing the stuff. I figure I might as well get you than him being late and you being pissed." He said.
"Cool. Alright, bye Dunk I'll call you when I get back and please grow a pair while I'm gone!" I joked.
I heard Fang snort and try to hold back laughter.
"Alright, car's this way."
Fang was kind of discreet person (I discovered on the car ride there) and I was just kind of nervous about getting to know Iggy's family, so that made the beginning of the ride kind of silent.
"So…" I said, mostly to the car window than to Fang.
"So…" He repeated.
"Um… How long have you all been together?" I asked, hoping to make some sort of conversation.
"Several years now… It's been a while I can hardly count the years."
"Wow…"
"Yeah."
We remained quiet for a minute, then Fang broke the silence.
"I'm really happy for you and Iggy. You know, he's used to be really sad and quiet all the time. Then that one Friday he came home and wouldn't shut his mouth."
I smiled and gave a small chuckle.
"Ever since then he still hasn't shut up. Sydney this, Sydney that. I feel like I know you already."
He pulled around a corner and a soft pale green house pulled into view.
"He really needed somebody to love. I'm real excited he met you. I don't know where he'd be if he hadn't."
Fang parked the car. "And just so you know, if you ever need anything we're always here to help you out."
I leaned over and hugged Fang.
"Thanks. You don't even know how much that means to me."
He sat there for a minute then gave me a one arm hug back
"Err… Your welcome, Sydney." He said, calmly.
As we snuck in I heard the sizzling of food on the stove and the timer of an oven go off. Fang pointed me in the direction of the kitchen and turned the other way and I smiled slyly and tiptoed my way through the small white room.
Iggy.
I was giving out orders that would've put a military general to shame.
"Nudge! I need those mushrooms sautéed STAT! Gazzy, sprinkle the pepper don't dump it all over the chicken! Okay you know what it's already pretty late. I'll cover all this go get ready. Quickly!"
The two rushed off and I began running around the kitchen like a madman.
I was so busy focusing on getting all this done I didn't hear the front door open, or the footsteps through the game room.
I had a salad bowl wobbling on my ankle and a bowl of dressing in one hand while my other stirred the Alfredo sauce.
"Busy there stranger?"
I turned around to hear Sydney laughing at my balancing act.
I reddened. How'd she get here? I wasn't ready at all. The food wasn't finished. Or anything!
"Uh- I- um You- this-" I tried to formulate a sentence, but it resulted in a jumbled mess.
"Here I'll help you." She laughed. Taking the salad bowl off my foot.
"Thanks." I thanked her, pushing up my already rolled up sleeves to my white button up Nudge insisted I wear with some blue striped tie. While I stood over the stove pouring in spices. I felt something hit my back. I turned around. "did you tap me or something?"
"Oh, no." Sydney said, I listened as she tried to hide a smirk in her voice.
Hesitantly, I turned back around.
I felt it again on the back of my neck. I didn't turn around to see what'd happen and I felt it again. I spun back around just in time for what I guess to be a cherry tomato, hit me on the nose. Sydney nearly fell down because she was laughing too hard.
I turned to the pasta and took out a couple pieces and flung them at her.
"Oh no you didn't!" She said, trying not to burst out in a giggle fit.
"I think I just did." I said, mimicking mock-horror.
I watched as she slowly began to move to the refrigerator. Without taking her eyes off me, she opened the door, reached in and pulled something out. .
I dropped the expression.
"You wouldn't." I said, taking a step back, not even wanting to guess what she had in her hand..
"Try me." She smirked devilishly advancing on me and popping open the lid.
The next thing I know, I feel something cold, thick and sticky hit my face.
Two words.
Chocolate. Syrup.
"GAH!" I shouted, as I tried to run to the fridge.
I finally made it there and pulled out the ketchup bottle.
"See? Now it's an even fight!" I told her holding the ketchup, ready to fire.
"What's the fun in an even fight?" She asked, with a smile in her words.
"I get to do this." I said, and squeezed the bottle.
She let out a scream as the condiment dowsed her, coloring her red.
In a failed attempt to get away, she slipped on a ketchup puddle and fell down, unfortunately grabbing my hand and yanking me down with her.
I saw her covered in ketchup from where I'd hit her. She was laughing so hard she looked like she was going to start crying.
I flung more ketchup at her, and she squealed as she tried to dodge the sauce that was flying at her from above. It was not even worth the attempt, I was sitting on her own legs, pinning her down.
"AH! STOP! OH MY- AH!" she shouted in delight, laughing like a mental. She attacked me with the rest of the chocolate syrup. I fell back in shock when the stuff shot at my face and she took this opportunity to jump out from under me. I chased her to the fridge and pulled out -
"No. Not the whipped cream." She warned me.
"Oh come on." I said impishly, aiming to where her voice was coming from.
"No-"
But it was too late, white had sprung from my hand and leapt onto Sydney.
We spent the next several minutes food fighting in my kitchen, it ended with the floor littered with various empty cans, jars and bottles, in her hand now was a jar of grape jelly and for my weapon of choice, the tub of sour cream. I had chased her around in a circle throwing sour cream snowballs, finally I'd caught up to her, let go of the empty tub, and grabbed her. Picking her up off the ground. She screamed, obviously not expecting this and it knocked my feet out from under me, causing me to fall back in the missed discharges of food.
I landed down on my back, with Sydney on top of me, she broke out into a laughing fit. I couldn't help but laugh too. I stared up at her and her ketchup noodle hair, an egg yolk was smeared on her left cheek and a great sum of Miracle Whip on her right. Her forehead was buried under some amount of mustard, and all other sorts of food.
"I think a cookie crumb Mohawk would be a good look for you." She announced, twirling around locks of my food greased hair. I snickered, not as nice as a spaghetti bob would look on you." She laughed as I pulled out some noodles from her hair and discarded them.
She laughed and kissed me softly. I smiled, tilted up my head and kissed her again. Caressing her soft lips sweetly.
I heard someone clear their throat above us.
We froze in mid-kiss, and looked up at Max, standing quite angrily over us. Staring more at the food covered ground than at us.
"Uh." We both mumbled awkwardly at the same time.
"What is going on here?" Max asked without a hint of emotion.
" Max, we we're just-" Sydney began.
"Can it. Just go get cleaned up. Both of you. Go."
We got up and I took Sydney's syrupy hand.
As we walked out of the kitchen I hissed to Max.
"Be nice. Seriously!"
She just growled and rolled her eyes and I took Sydney off to my room.
