Watch, by the end of the month, I will be completely insane. I won't be able to walk in a line properly without stumbling over thin air or forgetting to fly, Tally thought, a frown on her features. She plopped some teriyaki chicken in her mouth. I promise you both, I will go crazy—or more crazy than I already am—with three people being able to access my thoughts.
Iggy grinned and wiped his cheek of some barbeque sauce with the back of his hand (which just smeared it more). "Three people? Angel, and me, who's the third? Is there something you're not telling us?"
Tally rolled her eyes, Well, you and Angel—but I'm not sure about you, you can only hear when I concentrate a bit—and myself of course.
Iggy snorted in disbelief. "Yourself?"
Yes, her eyebrows scrunched together as she took a sip from her milkshake. I mean, how else would I know what I'm thinking? I have to be able to read my own mind. And I'm a person. So, logically, three people read my mind.
"That makes no sense," he put his hand on his chin in a pensive way, completely serious. "Maybe you are crazy."
Tally punched his arm lightly, stealing the Hot Cheetos before Fang could get his hands on them. I am not going to dignify that with an answer. Fang glared at her for stealing the bag of junk food and she stuck her tongue out at him.
"Do you even know what 'dignify' means?" Iggy asked, amusement shining in his voice.
Huh? She asked, taken a bit off guard, a few Cheetos hanging out of her mouth. Er…not really. I heard it on the radio and just thought it sounded good. Something from a commercial or something.
Iggy chuckled, "Well, I'm not sure either. Something with honor, probably, and dignity."
Tally blinked, Why didn't I think of that? It was so obvious.
Iggy shrugged, laying his hand out and searching for his cup. She pushed it closer to him and took her hand back before he could notice.
"You know," Max said. "Hearing one side of your conversation is really weird."
"Just as weird as when you start yelling at the Voice?" Iggy remarked.
Max chucked the remote to the TV at him. "Ow!"
"Ugh, what I endure for you kids," Total said shaking his head and appearing by Tally.
Her gaze zeroed in on him before she picked him up and placed him on her lap, scratching between his ears. She liked Total. He was good at being funny…even if he didn't mean it half the time.
But then a thought hit her.
HOW COME A DOG GET'S A VOICE, AND I DON'T! ANYONE SEE ANY IRONY IN THAT?!
"YOUCH! Lower the volume, will you, Tally?" Iggy yelped, covering his ears. (As if that would help.)
Tally frowned at Total. But it's true! The bird girl gets her voice taken away, and they fix up the dog so that he can speak a mile a minute! Now, where did I put that pocketknife I stole from Max?
"Total, I'd get off her lap, like, right now," he said lightly. "Tally wants to find a knife and figure out why you can talk and she can't."
Tally glared at Iggy, You make it sound like I'm going to slit his throat open, bucko.
He cocked an eyebrow, pulling her close to him, "And you weren't?"
No, Tally thought indignantly.
"Oh really? Then what were you going to do with the knife? Trim your nails?"
Tally looked away from Iggy, and then noticed the laughing faces of the Flock, Angel telling them everything that was happening.
Her eyes narrowed into a dark look. Everyone's against me. I have nothing against Total. In fact, he's number one on my favorite experiment to hang out with list. Then comes Ange, Fang, Gazzy, Nudge and Max in second place…
"And then me, right?"
No, then come Erasers, and Flyboys…
"And then me?"
No, then come those little dog crocodile hybrids, they're just so cute, and then comes Anne Walker…
"Oh, good God," Iggy moaned melodramatically, falling backwards onto his back with a pained look on his face. "Then me?"
I dunno. I'm deciding whether to put you before Eraser poo or after it, she deadpanned.
"Ugh! I have got to be better than Eraser poo!" he complained loudly, putting his forearm over his eyes.
And that was when she could hear the rest of the Flock shrieking in laughter.
A grin appeared on her features and she crawled over to him, kissing his cheek. Of course you're better than Eraser poo…
"So I'm before it, then?"
Sure, but you're still after a Gazzy fart. Way at the bottom of the list.
Iggy gave an offended roar and tackled her.
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Tally unclamped Iggy's fingers from her hand one by one then placed a kiss right beneath his jaw before quietly making her way to the window.
Was it really a surprise that Tally had twisted herself out of Iggy's grip to watch the stars outside?
Answer: No. Not really—at least if you knew her.
She didn't want to wake him up with her rambling thoughts.
It was really hard for her to sleep, knowing that there were things out there, ready to snatch anyone from the Flock up, and hand them over to their superiors from foreign countries with little pink ribbons wrapped around their heads.
Well—maybe not the ribbons. But the rest was still very possible.
"Tal?"
She tensed at the sudden noise but still turned to see her brother standing there, a bit groggy and his hair was bit messier than usual, but still calm and cool as ever.
Yeah? She mouthed.
"You okay?" he whispered, approaching her post by the window.
She nodded, fiddling with the end of her black sleeve.
"Can't sleep either, eh?" he asked casually, dark eyes flicking over the hotel parking lot and looking at the trees.
Nope, she mouthed, making the popping sound of the "p." Her eyes slipped up towards the disappearing stars and she tapped his hand. When she had his attention, she put up six fingers.
Fang nodded then paused for a bit, then leaned over and opened the window.
She gave him a strange look but the comprehension dawned on her as he jumped out of the window and into the parking lot, at least a ten foot drop.
Talon climbed onto the sill before jumping after her brother, permitting herself a grin as she landed in a crouch.
She ran up to him, splaying her hands in front of her as a clear sign of "What are we doing?"
Fang looked at her, a smirk coming to his face, "Food at the gas station. And sibling bonding. What else?"
Tally rolled her eyes, Sibling bonding my butt.
But she took hold of his hand anyway, miming "Let's start the bonding then" as best she could with one of her hands in his.
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Well, that was pleasant, Tally thought, then glared at Fang. NOT!
Stupid Fang discovering a new power right in the middle of shopping for breakfast. Making me look everywhere in that teeny tiny place for him when he was RIGHT where I left him, snickering away.
She huffed as they went in through the door this time. And as soon as the door was shut and the bags were on the floor, she jumped onto his back (He's grown another inch or two, dang.) but she really didn't count on him catching her and making sure she didn't fall from his back, yelping.
"Geezus, Tal!" he exclaimed. "Lay off the Cracker Jack!"
She glared as best as she could, holding on for dear life. You're an idiot! You made the cashier think I was bonkers, bub!
"More bonkers than you already are, Tally?" Iggy asked, grinning.
Her glare moved to him (who was with the rest of the flock, who were once more trying to keep the laughing down to a minimal by the TV) and she pointed an accusing finger at him. You, shut up! You don't know what my darling twin forced me to endure!
"Then explain," he said easily. "And Fang's turning blue."
She let go of her vice grim and instead dug her nails into his shoulders."Dang it, Tal! I didn't mean to turn invisible on you!"
The flock instantly went silent.
"Excuse me," Max asked. "Did you say you just turned invisible?"
Fang nodded while Tally's anger started to pick up again and she bonked him on the head hard and pointed towards the ground with harsh movements.
Her brother let go of her, letting her land on her butt, with a snicker.
She rubbed her abused behind, sending him more dagger glances.
"Apparently, I can blend in with shadows…" Fang finally said, completely ignoring his irked sister.
Yeah, and you just had to make me look like an idiot, searching under that little thingy that cooks hot dogs, under the beverage cooler, behind the ice machine and ask some random hobo to check the men's bathroom!!!! The whole time, you were standing at the back of the store, in a shady corner, trying to decide between a Mars Bar and Snickers Bar!
Iggy snorted, covering his mouth to try and force down his laughter.
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You are reading Fang's Blog. Welcome!
Today's date: Neither my brother or I really care
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Tally Here-I Felt Like Gracing You People With My Presence
You know, I really like Dane Cook. Max hates him. But we both find common grounds when it comes to Jim Gaffigan.
Er…right. Why am I talking about comedians? Because I needed a laugh after Max started a whole speech about not making friends with the humans until we were in the clear and were sure the apocalypse (Max had to explain what that was to Gaz, Nudgy, Me and Angel) wasn't going to happen.
So I Googled "comedians" and found, like, a zillion.
Jim Gaffigan was kid friendly…at least, the majority of it. One thing I'm grateful for? The fact that I had already had "The Talk" and had free reign to laugh my butt off when Angel turned to Max and asked, "What's circumcision? What's a penis?"
And…uh, well, Dane Cook was not kid friendly. Iggy, Fang and I flew up into a tree and listened to him. Our favorite? The BK Lounge. Here's a small little bit.
"I took a lady's order this one time. I'll never forget this. It goes like this…Ma'am, that'll be $3.75. Please drive around. And then there's, like, this long pause and then she goes: Where do I go? …Where do you go?! You follow the one F(censored)king road you're on to me! …Where do you—Ok ma'am, you're gonna go to the Texaco station. Take a right. Go five and a half miles southeast. You're gonna see a guy in a yellow poncho. His name is Hank. He'll take you to the Whopper Lair. That's where you go. And you've got 10 minutes to get there or we take your food!"
Down side to that? Iggy now wants to go to the nearest Burger King, follow the directions and see if there really is a guy named Hank who'll take us to the Whopper Lair. Fang says he'll have a New York Times and a rose in his teeth.
My thoughts? They're both more bonkers than I am.
Unless…
Oh man! Fang's looking at me with that death look again! Dang, he must've seen his Cracker Jack on my lap, gotta go!
—Tally, using Max as a human shield
A/N:
Me: Er…right. People have been kidnapping the Flock. It started with St. Fang of Boredom, who kidnapped Fang, went on to Aleria14, who kidnapped Iggy, and one of her friends got Gazzy, I kidnapped Max….and I think someone is in the process of luring Nudge away from Angel. So the only one left is Angel.
Max: Are you trying to get people to kidnap my baby?
Me: Of course. She needs to join in on the fun.
Max: You know something? I don't understand you. Like, at all. I understand you less than I do Angel.
Me: Oh, you wound me! You're just pissy because I forgot to buy more Cookie Dough Ice Cream.
Max: Eck. You still have Oreos.
Me: Can you let me finish talking to my nice reviewers and readers?
Max: -rolls eyes- Not really. Your sisters listening to some freaky rap stuff and your parents are rambling in Spanish. You are my last option to annoy.
Me: You know, sometimes I wonder why I kidnapped you.
Max: Because you love me? –sees her fiddling with her match again- Hey! Put that match down! I don't need you to burn anything again!
Me: -whines- Oh, come on! You can't tell me setting that cockroach on fire wasn't hilarious!
Max: =.= Maddy, you, have problems. Are you sure you aren't an Eraser in disguise or something?
Me: Nah. Wanna give a shout out to your fave flock boys, Maxxy?
Max: Stop calling me Maxxy and why?
Me: So that they know your all right.
Max: …How about you let me go? :)
Me: Uh….not a chance in heck.
Anyways, review!!!!