Hi guys. Sorry I haven't updated in forever... in other news, I hope to upload this on my birthday! Sometimes I don't write the review replies and the actual chapter altogether, so if I don't, then it'll be in the bottom A/N. NOW FOR ZE REPLIES!
TheseWordsSpeak - I'M TRYING AND I FEEL REALLY GUILTY WHEN I DON'T LIKE I STOOD SOMEONE UP ON A DATE I'M SORRRRRYYYYY!
Jeka564 - This work? Might not be much, I know...
MaximumAngel1 - *EPIPHANY* THANK YOU FOR THIS MARVELOUS IDEA! I HOPE I CAN INCORPORATE THAT SOMEWHERE!
LoudNProud125 - Yeah, I still need to work out how to do that... Hehh... I wish I lived in England. The grand ole' US of A is boring as all get-out. Plus a lot of things I obsess over are British.
MissSemi-Dependent - you're awesome and I'm sorry for taking this long to reply and update and crap to everyone and HOW DO YOU SING SO MANY SONGS WE ONLY HAD THREE AND ENDED UP NOT HAVING SOLOS IN FOR GOOD AND I WAS UPSET. And now I'm in summer school so hey? WHAT THE HAY MAN (wut)
Major facepalm - nice name, dude :) I'M TRYING I FEEL SO GUILTY
Mister Moronic - I'm starting to find your name rather fitting, for you. Yeah, that last chapter sucked. Seriously. So do you, like, read the dictionary or something?
Raisa ana' Mariana - I have a vice principal who acts like the vice principal from the Breakfast Club (I hate that guy) and stands around places like Buzz Lightyear. He's absolutely horrid. And somehow I doubt that he reads my fanfics, but if he does, then HI MR. MCNAMARA YOU BUTTHOLE!
I may get expelled for that. Oops.
ON TO THY STORY!
"NOOOOOOOOOO ROSE!" I whimpered as the blonde girl on the television screen in front of me got sucked into a swirling vortex of nothing. Luckily, just before she went through the vortex, her dad showed up and teleported her back to the parallel universe.
"My freaking emotions..." I cried. Not literally, of course, I don't cry. I am a strong, independent girl who don't need no emotions. In your face.
"Max has emotions?" I heard Iggy say from behind me. "There's a surprise." I could almost hear his mischievous grin spread across his face.
"I have feelings when it comes to obsessions with British television shows..." I trailed off, grumbling.
"Why, exactly, are you obsessed with this show? It's just some alien guy going around in a phone box trying to save the world," Nudge said, absently picking at the coral nail polish covering her hands. Not her entire hands, just the nails. I just didn't want to say nails twice in one sentence.
"No it's not," mumbled a voice next to me. It was slightly muffled, considering the owner had his head buried in a pillow. I smirked at the back of Fang's head.
"You're a Whovian?" I asked him, kinda ruffling his hair a bit. He shot straight up, face revealed (along with a few tear tracks). His hair's always what got him.
"Maybe..." He buried his head back in the pillow, hugging it closer to his chest.
"Unf!" That was the sound he made when I tackled him into a big hug, because who the hell knew that Fang of all people would be obsessed with Doctor Who too? I was ecstatic!
"AWWW COME HERE YOU BIG OLE' TEDDY BEAR! YOU'RE ONE OF MY PEOPLE. I MUST GREAT YOU ACCORDINGLY," I half-yelled, with my hands wrapped around his waist and squeezing him far too tightly to be comfortable.
That's right. I give people hugs to make them uncomfortable, but only because ANY hug makes me extremely uncomfortable.
"Geroffmeh," he tried to say. Unfortunately, he was somewhat unsuccessful in that because the pillow was still squashed to his face.
Fortunately for him, I didn't want to go to jail for suffocating someone with a pillow. I slowly let go. He looked up at my excited face with a slight bit of horror.
"Just warning you before she gets started, she's gonna be asking a lot of questions this time. Not me," Nudge said from her position of sitting on the counter of Iggy and Fang's kitchen. Us all - CeCe included - were at their house.
"Yeah, okay. Time for my questions now. Who's your favorite companion? Favorite episo - " the doorbell rang.
"Who would be coming now? We're all here," CeCe said, emerging from the bathroom. I was confused as well, and I could tell from their expressions that Iggy and Nudge had no idea. Fang's face was just as expressionless as ever. He stood and approached the door.
"FANGY!" A high-pitched girly voice squealed and something small with a lot of fluffy blond hair launched itself onto Fang's leg, shortly followed by a young boy, around the age of eight or so, and a woman - who I presume to be the boy's and the ball of hair clinging to Fang's legs' mother.
"Whoa, there," Fang slightly chuckled. Well, it was a chuckle for him. His mouth slightly curved up at the sides into a bit of a grin. "Hey Angel." He looked up at their mother, a young woman with brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and professional-looking clothes. "Sorry, I totally forgot I was babysitting today. These are my friends Nudge, CeCe, Max, and you know Iggy. Girls, these are my little cousins Angel and Gazzy."
"Gazzy?" Nudge asked. "That's a weird name."
"You don't want to know what it's short for," Iggy groaned. "His real name is Zephyr, though."
"Please call me Gazzy though. Zephyr is such a weird name," Gazzy complained. "Fang, do you have any video games? You know I like the ones where we can blow stuff up."
Fang led Gazzy into the living room, Iggy trailing behind.
Only at this time did I realize that Angel was now hanging on my arm and that their mother had left.
"Hello, sweetie," I smiled at Angel. She looked up at me, all innocence and fluffy, curly hair.
"Can we make cookies?" She asked. "Chocolate chip?"
"Sure," I said. I cast a look over my shoulder at Nudge and CeCe, who were conversing about something. "You guys wanna help make cookies with us?" Chocolate chip cookies are the only things I know how to make without burning something down.
Nudge smiled. "I'm in."
o-0-O-0-o
TWO HOURS LATER
"HEY!" I yelled at Fang, who had just cracked an egg on top of my head. I grabbed a handful of flour and threw it at him, but I missed and hit both Iggy and Angel in the side. Angel's fair hair was now almost white from the amount of flour in it.
When the boys got bored with the video games, they decided to come bother us girls while we were in the process of making cookies.
how exactly did they interrupt us? By catapulting a bag of sugar at us.
From there on out, it was a free-for-all war.
Nudge was cringing in the corner, her face covered in flour and chocolate chips stuck in her hair; Iggy and Angel were avidly chucking salt and sugar at each other; CeCe had just dumped a bottle of vanilla on Fang; I was covered in egg from head to toe; and Gazzy -
"Oh my God!"
"What is that smell?"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Ugh, Gaz! Why did you have to do that now?"
"EEEEK! It smells rancid in here!"
"Ugh, Gazzy..."
"So Gazzy stands for...?"
"Gasman. He has nuclear farts."
"Oh God."
Fang merely facepalmed, sending up a puff of flour and leaving a white handprint on his face, clinging to his vanilla-soaked skin.
I sighed. "Well, as much fun as that was, I think we should clean up now."
"Agreed."
o-0-O-0-o
After Fang cleaned himself and the youngsters up, he put in a movie for them while all us other peeps rinsed away the baking ingredients covering our bodies. I stepped out of the shower to find a pair of sweatpants and an old tee shirt waiting for me, nicely folded on the toilet seat.
"Ha," I laughed a bit when I saw what was on the shirt. It read:
People assume that time is a strict progression from CAUSE to EFFECT; but when looked at from a non-linear, non-suggestive viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly, timey-wimey... stuff.
Ah, good old Tennant. You never cease to amaze me with your brilliance.
Okay, Max, snap out of fangirl mode.
As I made my way down the stairs, I heard a guitar being strummed. At first I thought it was just the movie Fang had put in, The Lorax, but when a distinctly male and distinctly not-Iggy voice started singing along to the chords. It was coming from a room on my left.
Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you
By now, you should've somehow realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now
I recognized the song as Wonderwall by Oasis, one of my personal favorites. The voice singing it was smooth and raspy at the same time, but not like a smoker's cough or anything. It was just deep and soft and just utterly smooth, yet still with a hint of roughness to it.
"Fang?" I found myself softly calling. The guitar didn't stop.
I slowly opened the door that the sound was coming from. The sight inside was a bit of a surprise.
Fang, sitting on a stool, strumming a guitar with his head down. Singing along, no less! He was a great singer, as well. He didn't notice when I came in.
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
I found myself unconsciously joining in.
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how
As I was trying to find a higher harmony, my voice didn't sound the same as his.
He noticed this almost immediately, unfortunately. Our harmony thingy had a really nice sound to it.
"What the hell are you doing in here?"
Soooooo... IT'S MY BIRTHDAYYYYYYY AND ALMOST MY ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF THIS SITE! I'm not quite sure what the actual date was, but it was something around now.
COMMENT HOW LONG YOU'VE BEEN ON THIS SITE!
XOXO Avian