"So guys, how was school?" Dr. M asked after walking in to the house after work. It was 4:30, and the whole house seemed to be doing something.
"Fine." Max said at the kitchen table, leaned over an Algebra textbook.
Fang just nodded. He was at the computer and when Valencia leaned over, she saw he was typing up an English essay.
"Horrible." Iggy was at the stove and stirring something that smelled amazing. She walked over and sniffed. Mmm… Tomato Soup, his comfort food.
"Booring." Gazzy said, reading a simple looking chapter book.
"Pointless." Angel said. Her homework was to color a picture and describe what it was.
"Amazing! OMG! I can't believe I'd been missing all that!" She was filling out a science safety form.
Valencia smiled.
"Good… Now that that's settled, I guess I should find Ella."
"She's upstairs talking to Devin Richards." Angel piped up.
"Ahh. Ok. Dinner?"
"Soup, on me." Iggy said, waving the spoon and unintentionally scalding Max with a drop of soup, which she sucked off her arm.
"Yum. Tomato." She said.
"Anything else before I go upstairs?" Valencia asked. Nudge ran up to her.
"Dr. M, I was wondering… Can I take a ballet class? Pleas please please pleas please pleeeeeeeeeeeeease?" She pleaded, giving Valencia the best puppy eyes she could muster.
Valencia sighed. "Sure. As long as your wings are covered, of course you may."
"YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!" She squealed! "It's tonight at 7, ok?" Her mood suddenly changed.
"Oh my god! I need a leotard, and tights, and shoes, and a skirt, and bun stuff, and OMG! How am I gonna bind my wings?"
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"Soup's up!" Iggy called, and Dr. M brought the pot of soup to the table.
They all rushed in and took their seats. As soon as Ella came sauntering down the stairs, the whole flock dug in, and Ella and Valencia began nicely eating.
"So, Max, I heard you're friends with Loretta Larsson." Ella said as if it was a huge feat.
"Yea, so?" Max responded, taking a spoon of the red goodness.
"That's, like, incredible!" She said. Max looked at her, puzzled.
"Really? I don't know why. She's kinda annoying." Ella gasped.
"OMG. You did not just say that. She's, like, amazing." Ella whined.
"I didn't think so." Fang added, causing every one to turn towards him. He usually didn't add any input to the conversation.
"What?" Ella hissed.
"Yeah. She asked me out, basically, so I kinda made it clear that I was with Max." He said slowly, as if he was thinking on what to say.
Valencia almost spit out her soup. "And what exactly did you do to make it clear?" she prodded.
"Just a hug, Mom." Max said, blushing. Gazzy took it as an opening to corrupt the conversation.
"And then, it turned into a session of him feeling up her a" He stated loudly, being cut off with Valencia's "Gazzy!" Ella's "Eew!" Iggy's "Nice!" Max and Fang's blushing, and Nudge covering Angel's ears and saying, "Little minds!"
"Still, Fang, you shouldn't have done that." Ella noted after an awkward silence.
"Why?" He said almost inaudibly.
"Because she can help you get more friends." She commented.
"I have friends." He muttered.
"Friends? More like freaks." She scoffed.
"What do you mean, 'freaks?'" he asked, voice gradually getting louder.
Valencia sat by, carefully observing the predicament. She believed that it would be a more effective parenting technique to let them work it out themselves, but was prepared to break in if things got ugly.
"I mean, they're abnormal. Scott doesn't talk, Ally is too hyper, and Sasha tried to tattoo herself during 2nd period." She said prissily.
"Ella, just mind your own business. I don't care who your friends are, why do you care about ours?" Max observed.
"Because you are officially/unofficially with me, and what you do makes me look either good or bad." Ella sneered.
Valencia inwardly sighed. She had no idea her daughter was becoming so superficial. They would talk about it over coffee.
"Ella, I had no idea you were becoming such a superficial Barbie, not that I know what you look like." Iggy laughed, half sarcastically, half seriously.
During this whole time, Nudge, Angel, and Gazzy kinda sat there.
Gazzy spaced out, thinking about a pretty girl, Makenna Shriver, in his Reading class.
Angel began to dissect the remedial minds of her classmates.
Nudge sat in shock, wondering what had happened to her role model.
As tempers rose, as well as voices, Nudge looked at the time.
"Aww shoot! Dr. M, we gotta be there in 30 minutes!" Nudge pushed back her chair, ran up the stairs, brushed her teeth, and went to her room to get ready. She had received a leotard, shoes, and tights from Ella, who had danced in the past. From Dr. M, though, she had an ace bandage.
She stripped down and pulled on her pink ballet tights. She shook out her wings, then quickly pulled them in as tight as possible. She took the bandage and wrapped it around, starting at the top of her chest and bringing it down to her mid back. She pulled up the leotard and stared at herself in the mirror.
"Not too shabby, Nudge." She mused to herself.
Sorry for making Ella OOC… I don't hate her THAT much.