Hohohoho, a new chapter! I'm going to see if I can juggle two stories at a time. If not, then please bear with me. The Flock is a bit OOC, mostly Iggy I'd say. He's immensely proper, so I'd say much OOC. He still loves bombs and stuff, but he's more…. evil. If possible. I'll try to place some sarcasm here and there.

So, enjoy the second chapter of Café Maximum!

*C.M*

"Nudge, if you give back Gazzy's bomb kit, I promise he won't break your straightner."

Iggy laughed at this. Fang could make promises, but hey, they were meant to be broken. And that same fate was going to be shared with Nudge's possession. He could practically see the evil glint in his brother's eyes. Not really, of course. His little sister, Angel, tugged at his hand. "Iggy, will they ever stop fighting?" He laughed again, though it could barely be heard over the noise of vases breaking and Nudge's shrieking. "No, but that's what best friends do sweetie."

The fight had somehow moved towards them, but Iggy merely sidestepped it. Being blind was really not that big of a deal. His ears were perfectly fine, and he relied on that more than anything.

By the end, the whole café had been trashed. Dirt from a flower pot was smeared into Gazzy's blonde hair, and Nudge was crying that her outfit was ruined. Fang and Angel remained silent, watching and waiting to see the owner's reaction.

But Iggy only clicked his tongue in mock shame, and slipped his right hand into the back pocket of his pants. Out he pulled a bright red bomb, with a timer taped to it. In big, red letters it read 3:00. Everyone was silent with tension until Iggy spoke up. "I suggest you guys clean this up in three minutes. Or else…" He laughed evilly and waved the deadly weapon in their faces. "Well, give God my regards."

*C.M*

By the time they were done, all of them were panting with exhaustion. Except Iggy and Angel of course. Iggy was sitting in an undamaged chair, Angel sitting in his lap; they were watching the others with immense amusement. Iggy then set down Angel and stood up, clapping his hands together. "Okay, team! Get in you're attire for this week. The café opens in a few hours, and I refuse to see you in anything else." He turned on his heels and began to walk down the hall towards his room, and burst out laughing when he heard Fang shout after him. "You just want to see me serving people in a maid's dress like last time, don't you? Hey, don't ignore me!"

The thought of seeing Fang in a maid outfit again made him laugh so hard, he tripped into the wall. The sound could be heard all through the café, but the laughter never quieted.

*C.M*

"Oh my God!" Nudge squealed, tackling a very embarrassed Gazzy. "You are so cute! If you weren't so annoying, you could be my boyfriend!" She continued rambling, as a flushed Gazzy covered his ears and began loudly humming 'Wonderman' by Tinie Tempah. And yet, it was true. If they didn't hate each other with a burning passion, they could be dating. Nudge was thirteen, Gazzy twelve. Iggy, as a sixteen year old, found it totally appropriate for certain reasons, one consisting of being a man. He would love to share it with Fang at that moment, who was the same age as him, but not while Angel was around. He didn't want to taint her ten year old heart.

What had the attention of Nudge's fashion sense was the quite handsome out fit Gazzy was wearing. His upper torso was covered in black long sleeve shirt with a dark blue vest on top. Add black slacks, shoes, and a bowtie, and Gazzy could melt a girl's heart. Nudge, who had said those exact words, boasted about the design she made. Iggy donned the same attire, only it was larger. Nudge and Angel wore identical outfits. It was a dark blue dress with a white apron. Black shoes and a choker completed the outfit, and Iggy had to admit, they probably looked stunning. But it was his café, so it was no surprise.

It was then everyone realized that Fang was absent, and Iggy could guess why. "Oh Fang~" He called down the hallway in a sing-song voice. "Have you tried on your outfit yet? I don't like being kept waiting!" The blind teen raised his eyebrows in amusement at the muffled response of "No!" that came from Fang's room. He walked over to the front of the door, telling the kids he'd be back. "Come on, it's not that bad!"

"Not bad? You didn't give me a shirt!'

"There's a bowtie."

"These aren't even pants, they're shorts!"

"Nudge said they would go good with your legs."

"You didn't give me shoes!"

"My apologizes. Go barefoot then."

"This outfit could fit Angel!"

"That means the girls will love you. Now GET OUT HERE."

Iggy could hear Fang's door open as he reluctantly walked out. He placed a hand on his shoulder, only to feel cloth. Iggy sighed. "I thought I told you to stop wearing hoodies after you know what."

"Whatever."

Iggy once again sighed dramatically, and turned to face the general direction where he had left the kids. "Everyone start setting up. It's showtime."

*C.M*

Actually, showtime didn't start until later. Being blind and all, Iggy had gotten the time wrong. So they played a game of twister in the foyer. Iggy and Nudge were fretting over the fact that everyone would tear/ruin their outfits, save Fang. But eventually, they joined in to. It had ended up with Iggy being under everyone else, somehow managing to not fall. Fang was making it hard for him, being the spinner and all. Iggy seriously took Nudge's words to heart and thought it would look fine. His best friend didn't have to be an ass about it.

Just as Iggy had reached over to put his right hand on red, the bell for the front door chimed and a girl's voice echoed across the room.

"What the hell?"

Welp, that was de second chapter of café maximum. YAY. But now I have to go study for my Texas history test tomorrow. Bleh.

Review please!

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