Ok it's a shorter than the last couple but hopefully the 'quality over quantity' saying will apply here. :P
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Ella walked into the kitchen and sat down and saw me over by the stove.
"Ok when you said that Iggy was off cooking tonight I thought you meant we'd be having takeout. No offence but can you even cook?
I shook my head and turned away from the stove and placed two plates down on the kitchen bench.
"I can cook thankyou very much."
Ella looked down at her food it was rice with some kind of meat and sauce, and she remembered a past conversation,
"This isn't desert rat is it?"
I rolled my eyes while passing around some more plates,
"No it's chicken."
Fang crept up behind me, grabbing me with one hand and a piece of chicken with the other.
"Hmm I don't know," he said through a mouthful, "Tastes like rat to me."
Ella gave me a frightened look as I glared at Fang pulling the plate away from him,
"Don't listen to him Ella. The main question is does it taste good."
Fang made a dramatic look of concentration,
"It's edible," I pulled a face at him. "And I'd recommend it to the rest of the Flock." I smiled at that and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Thankyou." I said and turned back to Ella ignoring the 'eww' from Gazzy, "See I'm a good cook and it is safe to eat."
Ella decided to put her trust in her sister and began to eat while Iggy lent across to Gazzy and asked,
"What happened?"
Gazzy patted his arm and replied,
"Just be glad you're blind."
Iggy nodded,
"Right, don't want to know."
"Yep," Gazzy replied as he started on his food. Nudge smiled beside Iggy and whispered.
"I think it's nice, we all know that Angel picked up on the connection between them ages ago and they're finally going with it."
I subtly looked across at Fang who looked as if he hadn't heard any of what Nudge had said just a little louder than she thought and then went back to my own food deciding I had not heard anything either.
A while after dinner I headed up to my room to get ready for bed. I was just getting changed when I heard a knock at my door.
"It's just me Iggy, can I come in?"
He had the door open before I could say anything and I shrugged, at least I a pair of pants on. Now all I needed was to find that shirt.
"Yeah sure come in. You're blind anyway." I said to myself as I looked around for the shirt I'd just taken out a while ago to change into.
"The TV's broken Max," Iggy complained from the door while I bent over, deciding to look under my bed.
"Well get Gazzy to help you fix it."
Iggy frowned.
"We're already working on it but it's taking forever."
"Then get Fang to help you," I said trying to see a pyjama shirt like shape in the darkness under my bed.
"That's why I'm here. I was wondering if Fang was with you because I can't find him."
"Not when I'm like this he isn't." I muttered to myself as I stood up, only to see Fang walk up next to Iggy.
"I heard my name." Fang said intrigued before noticing me and my lack of clothing. His eyes dropped down before he quickly pulled them up to my face. I quirked my eyebrow at him before quickly shooing them out of my room.
Once the door was closed Iggy turned around to Fang.
"Did I miss something back there?"
There was a silent pause before Fang answered, "You have no idea," and walked off.
Iggy decided to leave it there and went back to Gazzy downstairs, they'd fix the television eventually.
That night I heard a knock at my door as Fang asked,
"Is it safe?"
I rolled her eyes and opened the door. They flopped down on the bed together and after a while of comfortable silence Fang spoke up.
"So do you let every guy see you with your top off?"
I rolled over and hit Fang's arm,
"He's blind," I exclaimed and Fang rolled his eyes.
"I'm not," he said as cheekily as a non-emotional person could, causing me to glare.
"Yeah and that's why I closed the door," I answered. There was a pause before Fang asked,
"Would you close the door on Sam?"
My mouth dropped open and I hit Fang again,
"YES! He wouldn't even have gotten to the door."
Why did Fang look like he was smiling at this point?
"Would you close the door on Lissa?" I asked in return and Fang laughed.
"She wouldn't even know the address."
I gave a small chuckle in return but then we heard Ella calling out that desert was ready and I grinned at Fang.
"Their wonderful timing once again."
"We could always skip," Fang offered and I rolled my eyes and got of the bed.
"Ella's cooked a chocolate cake and we promised to watch that movie tonight."
Fang sighed and pulled himself off the bed.
"Drama King," I muttered to myself and Fang smirked.
"Drama Queen."