A/N- Hey, how's it going? Someone actually asked Iggy a question, so I guess I have to pull him out of my laptop again. –pulls out-

Iggy: What, man? I was sleeping

Me: Someone asked you a question?

Iggy: What is it?

Me: Can you feel it when Angel reads your mind?

Iggy: It depends. If she's just picking up on stray thoughts no, but when she digs around or is talking in my mind then yes. I don't know how it works for other Iggys though.

Me: This question is mine. Is it weird knowing you're not the real Iggy?

Iggy: I don't really think about it much, so no.

Me: Okay. You can get back to sleeping now

Iggy: Yeah, for 2 seconds. –Jumps back in-

Enjoy the chapter.

What are We Going to Name It? Chapter 5

Iggy POV

Do you know what the worst part of having super hearing is? It's not being able to pretend to not hear things. Case in point, this morning. I was just lying in bed, trying to get a few extra minutes of sleep, when the doorbell rang. I had no idea who it could have been. Then I heard a voice in my head.

Iggy, I know you heard that. Please come down here and let me in, the UPS guy's thoughts are really disturbing.

Okay, okay, I'll be down soon. I just need to put some clothes on. I hope she didn't take that the wrong way.

Well, I wouldn't have if you hadn't just thought that.

I'm going to go insane. I mean more than I already am. I got to the door and opened it. The UPS guy started talking before Angel could. He seemed a bit spooked.

"Um, I have a package here for someone named Iggy Martinez."

"That would be me."

"I need you to sign here." There was a slight pause, "Sir? Are you gonna sign it?" Fortunately, Angel caught on to what was happening. She must have grabbed his clipboard because soon it was in my hands.

"My brother is blind, that's why he didn't take it." Angel said. We sometimes still had those moments where we called each other brothers and sisters.

"Sorry about that sir."

"It's fine. I thought it was going to happen. You didn't sound like the guy who usually delivers our packages." Angel guided my hand to where the line was and I signed it as well as I could.

"Thank you." The man said as he handed me the package. "You two have a nice day."

"You too." Said Angel, then we went inside and closed the door.

"Well that was different." I said. "What time is it anyway?"

"8:30."

"Why'd you get here so early?"

"I don't know, I was just kinda compelled to do so."

"Weird."

"I know right? Anyway what's the package for?"

"Well, if it's what I think it is, it should be a new pair of sunglasses. The ones I wear now are getting beat up, so I decided to get some new ones." I opened the package and lo and behold, I was right, my sunglasses were in there. I tried them on and they fit perfectly.

"How do they look?" I asked.

"Pretty sharp." Angel said.

"They make you look like a tough guy." Ella said from across the room.

"And I don't look tough normally?" I said as Ella sat down next to me.

"Oh, you're plenty tough looking, I just prefer to see your eyes. They look just like the sky."

I took the sunglasses off and put them on the table and turn my head towards hers.

"Well, your eyes are the deepest brown I've ever seen."

"How can you say that?"

I nodded towards Angel, "She's helping me. Thank you Angel, you've made my day and it isn't even 9 yet."

"It's nothing."

Ella POV

After all that happened I decided to ask Angel about staying with us since we we're all together at the moment.

"So, Angel, we kind of have a favor we need to ask of you."

"What is it?"

"Well, since Iggy can't drive and the doctor said I shouldn't be flying with Iggy, we are going to need someone to drive us around. We were wondering if you could stay here with us, so you could do it. How does that sound?"

"Where would I sleep?"

"We have the guest room all ready for someone."

"Do you guys mind if I stay out late or bring friends over?"

"Not really, but make sure if you come home late to warn us somehow, or you might end up with a bat to the head."

"Okay, I think this can work out."

"Good."

"Do you guys want some breakfast?" Iggy asked when we we're done.

"Not really, my stomach hurts a little." I said.

"And I ate on the way here." Angel said.

"Okay then. Hey Total, It's your lucky day, you get to pick want you want for breakfast." We're starting to think his human DNA is letting him live longer than a normal dog because he's like 100 in dog years but he acts like he's 30.

"Do we have any caviar or Crème brûlée?"

"The closest we have to that is bacon and oatmeal. Is that okay?" Iggy asked.

"Fine. I thought you were a world class chef, but I guess I was wrong."

"You're lucky I don't feed you dog food every day. And just wait for dinner, then you'll have a world class meal."

"You better be right."

"Or what?"

"I haven't got that far yet."

A/N- Silly Total. 203 days until Nevermore. Fly on, prosper, and may the odds be ever in your favor.