AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hello-ooo again. I actually wrote the majority of Chapter 3 on the same day I wrote Chapter 2 but my mom came home early so I couldn't finish it. Yes, I know, I amaze myself as well, churning out chapters like I'm some sort of… churning thing. Sorry I took so long to post my churnings though.

Anyway, I'm back from Cambodia! It was really fun but incredibly tiring which is mainly why it took me so long to post. That and the tests I have EVERY week and the violin practice I, *sigh*, have on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Moving along, in this wonderful, wonderful Chapter 3, I'll be planting the seeds for a little unrequited Miggy action in Iggy's Point Of View. It's a little short for my liking and kinda mildly perverted since I always thought Iggy was a bit of a sexist pig. But that's why he's so hot right? The story's moving on a little slowly for my taste since I have to go through P.O.V. by P.O.V. Thoroughly but I promise to really get it going and have lots more Fax and Miggy! Next Chapter, look out for Jeb's Day and Night School, :D

By the way, thanks for the lovely reviews! I enjoy reviews because it proves that I'm not just talking to a blank wall but I won't threaten not to post chapters if you don't give me some love. Although it has been scientifically proven that reviews speed up the writing process, *hint hint*.

Oh, one last thing. Despite the title of the chapter, this does not have any REAL citrusy goodness in it. Not even a teeny lemon. The citrusy goodness refers to something else, something that Iggy should be getting well acquainted with.

Lots of cookies,

~ILQX~

SUMMARY:

Maximum Ride and her merry band of winged mutants are here to save the world... again. Of course, they have to save the world AND receive an education, while dealing with the love triangle between Max, Fang and Iggy and maybe... someone else? Fax/ Miggy.

DISCLAIMER:

If you recognise something in this story, chances are, I don't own it. You have the awesome Mr. James Patterson to thank for the characters and the plot before this story. Iggy and Gazzy's bomb that's mentioned in the story is completely and utterly fake. I suppose if all those substances come into contact with copper, it just might explode? Just read the warning, in case.

WARNING:

If you are under 13, (I turned 13 two months ago, hehes), you shouldn't be here in the first place. Mild language and possibly some perverted thinking in Iggy's Point Of View. Stay young and innocent, people! Plus, I don't know how the bomb really works, I just made it up, but it doesn't sound advisable to try at home.

Iggy's Point Of View

"Gazz, hand me the green wire, will you?" I felt, rather than saw, (Did I mention I was blind? Because I am. Oh, and I can totally feel colours. Just so you know.), the wire on my palm. Peeling back the insulation, I could feel the reddish gold of the exposed copper and fed it into the glass bottle containing several flammable and highly explosive household substances. I stopped when the wire was a couple centimetres shy of the liquid, corked our latest baby and handed it back to Gazzy.

"Man, this has to be one of our best yet. Definitely worthy of the new school, don't you think?" Gazzy, my little pyromaniac protégé, cackled in delight and released a fart in excitement. The lucky little bastard has an affinity for anything and everything in the flatulence department which never fails to amuse me. Max, along with every other chick on the planet, not so much.

"You think well, Young Grasshopper. Just remember, don't-"A thunderous boom interrupted me and the floor swayed briefly beneath my feet before the house settled with an ominous creak.

"Shake it?" Gazzy supplied helpfully in between fits of coughing on dust that had arisen during the explosion.

The sound of footsteps approached. Judging by the angry stomping and muttered curses, I could pretty much guarantee that it was Max in all her glorious fury. The door opened with a deafening crash and she immediately launched into her steaming tirade, not pausing for breath.

"Dammit, Iggy. This house has already had more than its fair share of explosions. You're supposed to be a good role model for the kids, not influence Gazzy to blow shit up again."

"I so do not need to be influenced." Gazzy butted in, offended that Max thought so lowly of him.

"Shut it, Gazz. If I want your opinion, I'll read it in your entrails when I'm finished with the both of you. I'm going to be nice this time since it's the first day of school and we all know I'm not looking forward to that but if your little experiments continue, I'm going to string the both of you up from your intestines that will be protruding through your nostrils and your skin will be flipped the not-so-comfortable and irreversible way round, you hear?" She stabbed her finger into my chest, getting closer to me with each threat.

So close that I could feel her breath emanating into my ear. So close that I could feel her curves brushing against me. So close that I could feel the colour of her underwear. In case you were wondering, black boy-shorts and a matching camisole. Damn, I was going to be dreaming about this for days. Scratch that, weeks.

"Now get your sorry asses into the kitchen before I do something I might regret later." She snapped and we followed her obediently. Under my sneakers, I could feel the floor change from the typical concrete used for garages to the soft carpet of the living room then, my favourite of all, the slightly squeaky linoleum kitchen tile.

There was just something about kitchens. I could spend days in there, figuring out recipes and mixing up the occasional batches of bombs here and there to keep things spicy. Yeah, I know it's kinda sissy and all that crap but when you're blind, cooking is the best thing that could ever happen to you. The sizzling of hot oil in a pan, the taste of a chicken casserole still baking in the oven or even the buttery scent of popcorn revolving in the microwave, it just overloaded the senses and filled the gap where sight should be. But right now, my sensitive Avian-American nose could detect something absolutely delicious that was cooking now but almost on the verge of burning.

Chocolate Chip Pancakes. It wasn't just Max that went for that ambrosia and nectar, the whole Flock would probably fight to the death to get the last pancake. Not a pretty image.

Anyhows, the crisp, clear vanilla essence in the pancakes and the melted chocolate bits absolutely drove me nuts. But there was something else in the kitchen that smelled… absolutely delicious as well.

It tasted like sweet citrusy goodness that had been beaten until fluffy with vanilla, sprinkled with very faint hints of mango then left to set. I breathed in deeply at the fragrance and almost felt like very uncharacteristically swooning, it was that awesome. Not to mention arousing. But you didn't need to know that, did you?

Max. Angel whispered into my mind.

What about Max, Ange? I thought back.

That's exactly how she smells like. And she's the one causing your uh- forget I said anything. If it was possible to project a blush mentally, Angel's face would probably be bright red. Heck, I could feel my own cheeks getting flushed at being caught fantasizing by a six-year old mind-reader.

Huh. She smells pretty damn awesome. I couldn't help thinking to myself in wonder. Since when had Max smelled so freakin' great? She was Max. Her usual fragrance of choice consisted of a mixture of blood, sweat and dirt, her typical Eau de Max.

She looks real pretty too. Angel sounded oddly smug as she beamed a picture of Max into my head.

Well, fuck. Even though it was kinda weird from a point of view about four feet and eight inches off the ground, since that was how tall Angel was, I was definitely appreciating the view provided by my favourite mind-reader. Max looked hot, hot, hot standing next to the window and the sun was casting delicious shadows in her cleavage.

Bleah, Iggy, if your thoughts are going straight into the gutter, I'm so going to stop showing you everything! And Fang would totally kill you if he knew you were eyeing Max. Angel tacked on as an afterthought before fading out, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the pretty pictures she was providing.

Whatever. As the wise ones always say, sex is like air; it's not important until you're not getting any. And I definitely wasn't getting laid anytime soon so hell, it's pretty damn important to me. Therefore the need to ogle Max desperately through Angel's bright blue eyes, most likely scarring the poor kid for life.

"Fine, but this isn't over yet." Max glared at Angel, continuing a conversation I hadn't even been paying attention too. I immediately lost my train of thought when she folded her arms across her chest, squishing her uh- assets together. Shit.

"And I'm not finished with you either, Iggy." Max pursed her pouty lips at me, or me through Angel's eyes, and I could feel my mouth drop open involuntarily. I was about to start drooling, did the girl even know how freakin' hot she was?

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Thanks for reading; I'll probably post the next chapter on Friday or Thursday, depending on how packed my schedule is.

Truckloads of cookies for all,

~ILQX~