Twilight To The Max
Chapter Eleven
Iggy POV
I need to see her. The girl. I can't even remember what her name was. Laura? Who knows.
"Guys, I think we should sleep," I told Gazzy and Angel.
"Why?" Angel asked. Then I had a very big compelling to say that we should eat something. Oh, Angel and her controlling powers.
"Maybe we should get something to eat," I said unwillingly.
"Great. I am hungry," Angel said sweetly. I would have time to kill her later. And I was a little bit hungry. I felt the ground for places to eat.
"There is a vacant house over there," I pointed.
"Do they have Ramen noodles?" Gazzy asked.
"Let's hope," I said. And so we went to get our food.
Fang POV
Max. I finally had her again. I was THE happiest man alive.
"Where do you think that they are?" She asked, meaning the rest of the flock minus Nudge.
"Most likely getting food," I said.
"Okay. Where would they be eating?" she asked.
"Dunno. They have no money. Most likely a house, just like we usually do," I said, "But which one is a mystery."
"Let's ask Jacob which houses are abandoned. Maybe he knows a few. Do you think that they would come to Washington?" She asked.
"Ya, I found out where you were from Angel. They could be in Forks or La Push," I said.
"Let's go ask Jacob," she said. We walked over to the door and opened it. Jacob fell onto the floor. He had been listening through the door.
"I didn't here a lot of talking until the end," we all laughed.
"Why were you listening?" Max and I asked together.
"Just wanted to see how things worked out. Are you guys dating now?" he asked. I exchanged looks with Max I gave her a 'What do you think?' look. She replied with a 'Sure, why not?'
"Yes. We are," I answered.
"Congratulations," he said.
Max turned to me and said, "Let's go find our flock.
Angel POV
I felt bad aboutmaking Iggy take us to food for a while. I got over it at the first smell of him cooking the Ramen Noodles.
"Mmmmmmm, Iggy, That smells so good," I complimented him.
"I know that I am naturally amazing. No need for compliments," he said. He didn't have to be all smug about it.
"When will it be ready?" Gazzy asked, who had already had four packs himself. I had already had six. Is there anything wrong with a big appetite? To Iggy, yes.
"You shouldn't eat so much. It is unhealthy," he told me.
"Iggy, I am a mutant avian/human freak. I need to eat more that the average person," I explained. He just didn't understand.
"But you eat more that the average mutant freak," he argued.
"And?" I asked.
"Just don't eat so much," he said. I went into his mind and told him that I wanted more. He, unwillingly, complied.
"When he was finished making it he asked, "Would you like some more?"
"Sure, why not?" I said. He put on a look of disgust and disappointment. I felt very guilty. That was not right and you know it. You have got to stop doing that to people, he thought to me. The guilt was now tearing me into pieces. One, three, ten, twenty. It came to the point of me balling my eyes out.
"I am sorry, Iggy! Just stop the pain!" I screamed at him.
Pain? All Iggy was doing was giving her guilt. Not physically hurting her. Hint, hint. Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge. Jane, Jane. Get it? Peace.
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