I'm going to try to make these chapters a bit longer! I noticed that my writing has seriously deteriorated somewhat in style and length over the past few months and I apologize for that.

I have become extremely lazy.

I also promise to any of my constant readers to update my fanfictions a lot more.

This was like the first thing I started working on this morning, right after breakfast, I'm not even kidding, so if it gets sappy towards the end of Ax's little part, please forgive me! Lol.

Enjoy!

Ax

I watched the girl Melissa's window excitedly. "What is she doing?" I said. I had never observed this type of behavior before!

(Erm. I think she's sketching.) Tobias said peering into the window with me.

(Sketching?) I said, longing to be in human form so I could enjoy the feel of the words on my tongue. Sketching. It sounded like such an interesting word! (What is that?)

(It's um. Well...erm...) I knew Tobias was trying to think of how to explain to me what 'sketching' was. (You know, drawing people.)

(Drawing? Yes. We have art on my homeworld! Is that what this is? A type of art?)

(Umm...yeah. Yes. It's art.)

(And what is she sketching?)

Tobias peered closely at her for a few seconds. Then he said dubiously, (Hmm...I don't know...I think...maybe...the cat?)

(Fascinating!) I cried. (But why is it so important that she spend hours sketching the cat?) I asked, ever curious about humans.

Tobias seemed to get annoyed and grow tired of my incessant questions. I felt a bit guilty as he snapped. (Oh I don't know, Ax. Maybe it's just a really big hobby for her. You know, like gardening is for Andalites?) He just sort of faded off after that.

I sighed. I was bored. We were both bored, though the antics of Chapman's daughter Melissa proved to be quite amusing indeed sometimes. Like when she was pulling some small circular thing out of her hair and it got stuck on several strands causing her to pull on it harder and make several amusing little noises of aggravation. I truly adore the studying of humans and their behavior sometimes!

I felt entranced by the long, silky motion of her hair however. It was blonde; a shade lighter than Rachel's. Like the rays of the Earth's sun. Very soft and golden. I longed to reach forth and stroke a strand of it with my fingertips...

I shook myself, if such is possible for a northern harrier. I felt embarrassed by these thoughts. So random! Where had they come from? Surely not from me!

I looked back again at the peaceful scene through the wide "bedroom" window, wondering what could have possibly inspired such thoughts! Melissa Chapman sat in the warm, morning sunshine of Earth on her bed with her cat curling around her legs and flicking it's tail patiently left and right, and all around. Her golden head was bent in deep concentration, her fingers tightly wrapped around the pencil she drew with. The sun reflected off of her hair, casting a glare in my eyes and a strange glow around her little form. I could see glints of her silver eyes sparkling every now and then.

I wanted to be part of that peaceful scene, it suddenly ocurred to me. And the realization shocked me.

I tried to push these thoughts away and focus myself on the task at hand.

Melissa

I saw something very strange in my window that morning, as I looked up from my sketch book.

Fluffer was pawing and meowing at the window, which wasn't so strange, but what was really strange was the two completely different hawks sitting in a branch not too far away from my window.

I stared, in surprise. "Wow." I said. "Two completely different hawks, two completely different birds of prey sitting right side by side! No way does that happen normally!"

Suddenly I got a very, very creepy feeling.

What if...what if that THING that I saw had to do with this? With these two hawks?

"No..." I said. "That's impossible! What could that possibly have to do with nature?"

This isn't exactly natural, I thought, perplexed and answering myself.

What is going on?

I began to watch the hawks. And suddenly, they began to look very, very, uncharacteristically nervous...

Since when do hawks get nervous?

And since when do they act like they're talking to eachother?

Um, since you saw that blue furry thing the other day sister!

Tobias

(Um, Ax, she's looking at us.) I said to the Ax-man, who was just beginning to ask me about why Melissa Chapman had so many socks lying around her bedroom floor and what exactly was the purpose of socks on human feet. Basically a line of questioning I was quite glad to get out of.

And had Melissa Chapman not been STARING and I mean, GOGGLING at us in a very conspicous way, I really wouldn't have minded the interruption of the very strange conversation I was having with Ax.

But she was STARING and GOGGLING at us, and it was very, very unnerving knowing that the watchers were know being watched, by a very curious, and possibly infested little blonde.

(Okay, that's it, we gotta get outta here!) I yelled, just as Ax was about to ask me what to do, what should we do, and Melissa Chapman...got up from her bed and began to put her shoes and jacket on!

(Oh crap!) I yelled.

(What?) said Ax.

(Fly! Just fly! FLY AX! FLY! Oh crap! Oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap!)

I was pretty sure I'd just seen her grab a pair of binoculars, quickly from her nighttable's drawer too!

She was intent on following us, and spying on us as well!

(Jake!) I yelled. (Jake buddy! We're going to have some serious problems really soon!)

Kind of corny, I know, but trust me, it'll get much, much better!

Can you just feel the Melissa/Ax going on? Or well, the Ax/Melissa so far...v- ! Birdie smile! LOL!

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