I was awoken by annoyingly being poked in the shoulder. Then a muffled giggle.

"Nudge! What gives," I said irritably. She pretended to be offended

"Fine I won't tell you what Iggy bought!" She tried to say angrily, but I could tell she was biting back a smile. With that she skipped out of the room. I threw my pillow at her back, and got a bulls-eye. She didn't even stop, I guess whatever Iggy got what amusing her too much. I groaned pulling my pillow over my head. When I woke up 4 hours later like a normal bird-kid I took a long hot shower. Barely bothering to dry my hair I pulled on a random hoodie and skinny jeans. Then I walked into the kitchen and saw Iggy. My expression made him burst into laughter. He was wearing a protective suit and a gas mask! A gas mask!

"Just kidding!" He was barely able to say through his laughter. I glared at him.

"Hey, I was just joking," He tried to reassure me.

"Really?"

"Yeah,"

"Then why aren't you taking off the suit?" Then we both burst into laughter "So what am I learning today?"

"We're watching this," He showed me a video about cooking safely. On the cover was a talking walrus. Oh my gosh. "Max, don't freak out, I don't think you're an idiot. It's just that anything involved with cooking absolutely despises you. I know you're smart and capable of a lot of things, it's just that well, cooking's not one of them,"

"This is absolutely ridiculous! Cooking doesn't hate me! I eat everyday, if that was true I would've choked on something and would've been killed,"

"Eating and cooking aren't the same thing. They're almost opposites,"

"Argh! I'm done with this! I'll teach myself how to cook!" I yelled at him and stormed out of the room. He seemed really upset at my outburst but I swear I heard him breathe a sigh of relief.

Iggy's POV

I just wanted to help. I was suprised when she angrily yelled at me. Usually she was very level-headed. Then she started to stomp out of the kitchen. When I thought she was out of hearing range, I dared to breathe a sigh of relief. When we started doing the lessons, adrenaline pumped through me, just like before a fight. Ready to fight or flight at sign of danger. Yet I stayed. For Max. Now that I don't feel compelled to help her anymore I felt calm and safe which I haven't felt in a long time. I was though, very curious to see how Max would commit suici- I mean teach herself how to cook.

(First part too corny? If it is I can change it- Please review! No flames plz constructive critism is accepted- Btw I don't own Maximum Ride!)