Chapter Fifteen
I stood by the bay window, gazing out at the beautiful sunset that was taking place outside. I wrapped my chilly hands around the now lukewarm cup of coffee, sighing as I remember the times that I used to do this back at the old E-shaped house. Back with Jeb.
Someone walked into the living room. "Good morning, Honey. Well, you're up early," my totally awesome mother said. She came over and, putting her arm over my shoulder, kissed my head. Then she walked into the kitchen and took out a pan. "I was thinking pancakes. Sound good?"
"Yup." I followed her and put my empty mug in the sink. "I'll go wake the others."
She absent mindedly nodded as she read the instructions.
My mother had a four bedroom house. Her bedroom was on the first floor; while Ella's, the office, and the guest bedroom were on the second floor.
After I woke Ella up, I went into the guest bedroom, where Angel, Nudge, and I slept. "Hey, Angel. Nudge, come on you lazy-bum, wake up." I threw open the drapes to let the Arizona sun in. Nudge rolled over, groaned, and covered her head with a spare pillow.
After I had managed to wake Nudge up, I headed up to the attic, where the boys were sleeping. Fang and I had devised a little plan after last night when I almost walked in on him as he was changing. I knocked on the wall, pausing as I went up the stairs, and waited for Fang to call out to me. I could tell that he was awake from the soft tapping of the laptop keys.
"Its clear," he called softly. "What'd ya want?"
I continued up. "Breakfast in fifteen," I said as I sat on his sleeping bag. I leaned over to peer at the computer screen-he was checking his blog-like thing. I seriously can't believe that he still kept that.
"Hey, Max." said Iggy. He was staring up at the ceiling with his sightless blue eyes. "Don't you know that when you're cooking breakfast you're not supposed to spend time with your silent boyfriend?"
"Yes, you blind pyromaniac. I know that," I said as Fang chucked the pillow next to me at him. "Besides, I'm not cooking-Mom is."
"And now I am, too," he said as he got up and started walking downstairs.
I got up after he left and went over to where I assumed the Gasman was sleeping, seeing as the red tangle of sleeping bag material resembled him, along with the awful stench that surrounded the lump. "Gazzy, sweetie, wake up. Breakfast in ten." I plugged my nose with my left thumb and pointer finger. I turned and started down the stairs after I gave Fang a look that told him to be there soon.
Then I went into the bathroom and started to brush my teeth.
I sighed, Life as a mutant-bird-kid-teenage-mother is never ending.
Fifteen minutes later, we had all sat down to eat the delicious breakfast my mom and Iggy had conjured up. I noticed how close Ella had sat next to him. Hmm. I was going to have to talk to her about that.
When we were almost through with our fifth round of pancakes, mom opened her mouth to speak, then closed it. After five times of this, I finally said, "Spit it out, Mom. What's up?"
"Two things," she said after everyone had looked at her (everyone except the Gasman-his food was apparently more important). "Jeb is coming over around noon. He wants to talk to you. The second thing-well, Max and Fang, how would you guys like to have driver's licenses?" she looked over at us as everyone else started talking again.
Fang caught my gaze and, with a longing for adventure, nodded yes. "Hell, yea!" I said. This was good. Now, instead of illegally "borrowing" cars, than illegally driving them, we would just illegally steal them. Isn't the sentence shorter that way?
"Good. Then when Jeb comes, we'll talk to him about that, too," Mom said as she started to clear away the dishes. I got up to help her, and so did Ella. Thus began our hectic day.