A/N … sorry

Iggy POV

We leapt off the bus and onto the pavement of the bus stop. I think Edie had Angel on her shoulders again, and Nudge was talking nineteen to the dozen to her. I hauled the gasman onto my shoulders, as well, and jogged to join her. Max and Dylan seemed oblivious to our presence. I swear, that girl has really let her duties go… I mean, seriously? She spends all this time chatting to Dylan and leaves all the flock stuff to me, and Edie as well now, yet she's probably going to get all up in her grill for trying to take the flock away from her.

"Edie?" asked Angel's small voice. Aww, she's so sweet.

"yeah, chick?" replied Edie.

"I'm starving, can we go to the shop?" ah, now you mention it…

"oh, sure. There's an offie near here, I reckon we could get a couple tip tops or something." She said. We crossed a busy road, and walked into a freezing cold shop.

"Hey, Ede's. The usual, err, times six?" said a deep voice. Edie laughed.

"Yeah yeah, Hamin. How's life? Still living the dream?" another laugh.

"Oh, yeah. Running an offie, I'll be a millionaire in a week! That'll be £11.97" I heard Edie rustling in her pockets as Angel passed me two packets of crisps and a coke.

"Edie, could you grab a zucchini as well, Dr M needs one for dinner." Piped up Nudge.

"What's a Zucchini?" asked Edie. Hamin answered her.

"I think it's a courgette"

"Ooohhhhh"

OoOoOo time skip because I own the Magical Kazoo of Time! OoOoOo

I lay on my bed, thinking about the day. Mostly, it was rubbish, but there were some parts that were good, like me and Edie performing in music…

"Oi, Igtard! Get your arse into the kitchen and help me cook tea!" I sighed and rolled off the bed. I walked unerringly downstairs and into the kitchen, where Edie was leaning to the counter, poring over a recipe book. I could hear her whispering words to herself. Obviously she was just as adept at reading as us. I squeezed past her, my hand brushing her back accidentally. Suddenly, I stopped. I thought I had just seen a flash of a recipe book when I touched Edie. I slipped my hand into hers tentatively, and gasped when the recipe book page flashed up again.

"What?" Edie asked, confused.

"I can see when I touch you!" I said, excited.

"No way!" she exclaimed "that's awesome!" she grabbed my hand, only this time, nothing happened. My face fell.

"It's not working anymore" I said, dejected. So long, dreams of vision…

"Maybe it only works when I'm really concentrating." Edie theorized. She stood very still, and suddenly a picture of a large, old looking, white fridge popped up into my vision. I grinned and Edie giggled. The fridge disappeared, only to be replaced with an image of a brown staffie that ran round the kitchen excitedly. I laughed, and requested her to show me images of the flock. I got a flash of a tall, tanned girl with dark blonde hair down to her shoulders, with a boy sitting next to her who I guessed was Dylan. So he does have a Bieber cut! Then came an image of a dark skinned supermodel with her hair in two bunches and oversized glasses perched on her nose, and an angelic six and eight year old sitting next to each other in a tree.

"Okay, show me a picture of you!" I demanded, feeling like a small child asking for sweets. Edie sighed, but obliged. She walked off and returned with some photos.

"I didn't know the guy was taking these, okay?" Edie said, and then touched the back of my hand gently. I immediately saw an image of a girl sitting on top of a roof. She was tanned, and hand waist length, sort of curly, really dark brown hair. Even past the baby blue guitar she was playing I could tell she was super skinny. She was wearing bright red skinny jeans on her long legs dangling off the edge of the roof, and big doc martin boots on her feet. She wore a tight t-shirt, with a picture of some sushi on it, and the words "this is how I roll." Her eyes were closed, her mouth was small, and smiled slightly as she played the guitar, and her nose was straight, and turned up a little at the end.

Then the image changed. It was the same girl, but her mouth was twisted in a snarl, she was leaping off the roof and she had her guitar slung hastily over her back. I was quite surprised to see her middle finger flashed at the camera, but her eyes were the most drawing things about her. They were huge, and light, icy blue. They were ice cold and furious. In short, she was gorgeous. I knew she'd be pretty, but this?

"This is where I found out that he was taking photos" she laughed. I finally managed to choke out some words.

"Bloody hell"