me: HI!

iggy: HEY!

ri: YAY!

me: I thought u werent sugar high anymore, ri? *hides behind iggy*

ri: meow.

me: *walks from behind iggy* bark. I mean meow! anyways...wait...what was I gunna say?

iggy: the chapterrrrr.

me: OH! well...I don't know... *drops head in shame*

iggy: *pats back* its okay. we don't expect u to know.

ri: HERES THE NEW CHAPPIIEEEEEEE!

Chapter 32

I woke up cuddled next to a sleeping Iggy and feeling sore all over. I lifted my head from on Iggy's bare chest when quiet music reached my ears.

"Jaleese," I heard someone whisper.

"Who's there?" I said quietly.

"Jaleese," the mysterious voice called again.

I got up trying hard not to wake Iggy and walked to my window, where the music was coming from. Using my index finger, I pulled back my white curtains cautiously. Nothing was outside. I went to the only other window in my room and looked out it. Nothing.

"What the heck?" I grumbled to myself, walking to the living room.

I went outside on the front porch to investigate and almost died of shock when I saw whose car was in our driveway.

"Jaleese," my former stalker/creeper whispered seductively when he caught sight of me in my little red shorts, black sweatshirt, and white fuzzy slippers.

"What the hell, Dustin!" I whisper-yelled at him, running down the front porch steps to meet him.

"Hi, Ja," he said putting his hands on my hips.

I grabbed his hands and put them at his side. "What are you doing here?" I demanded.

he turned off the radio that was sitting on the hood of his black pickup truck and turned to me. "I wanted to see you," Dustin told me trying to sound innocent.

"How the hell did you know where I was?" I shouted, forgetting about the sleeping flock.

"Dylan," he shrugged.

"How in the hell did…nevermind. But you really need to leave, like, now," I lowered my voice.

"No. I want to be with you," Dustin whispered putting his hands on my hips again.

I grabbed his wrist, tempted to snap them like twigs, and muttered a fierce warning, "If you don't leave now, you'll never get to be with me."

Fear flickered in his brown eyes as he nodded and grabbed his radio. "Just know that I will come back for you, my love," he shouted getting in his truck and driving away.

I sighed and sat on the bottom step. "Why do I always attract weirdos?" I grumbled to myself, rubbing my temples in frustration.

"I'm not a weirdo am i?" a familiar velvety voice whispered as even more familiar, strong arms wrapped around my waist.

I craned my neck to see Iggy sitting on the stair above me. "No, but he was," I told him leaning against him.

"Yeah, I could kind of tell," Iggy said kissing the top of my head.

"He does give of that weirdo-ish vibe, doesn't he?" I joked, a smile making its way across my face.

"Ha, yeah," Iggy chuckled. "I'm just wondering, but what makes him so stalker-ish to you?" he asked.

"Don't ask," I told him.

"That bad, huh?" he said just as the front door opened and Fang walked out with a brown, paper bag in his hands.

He didn't notice us until I spoke up, "Whats in the bag, Fangles?"

Fang looked at me surprised but his face soon went back to its usual unemotional condition. "Nothing," he muttered.

"So you have an empty bag?" Iggy smart-mouthed.

Fang ignored him and took off, the sun shining off of his jet black wings.

"Well I think that's enough strangeness for one morning," I said standing up and pulling Iggy up with me. "Lets make some breakfast," I offered walking in the house and to the kitchen.

Iggy walked over to one of the cabinets and started rummaging through it pushing aside any unneeded items. He closed that cabinet and went to rummage through another. Then another. And another. Finally, he went back to the first cabinet and pulled out 2 boxes of strawberry poptarts.

"Yay poptarts!" I shouted childishly, clapping my hands together and jumping in the air.

"Did someone say poptarts?" Gazzy, Nudge, and Angel said simultaneously, walking in the kitchen.

"I think we'll need another dozen boxes if it's gonna be more than just us, Ja," Iggy laughed going back in the cabinet and setting 12 more blue boxes of poptarts on the counter.

I laughed and grabbed one of the boxes, sitting on the counter. I opened the top and pulled out one of the rectangular, silver packs. Licking my lips, I ripped open the pack and took a bite of delicious poptart.

The younger kids each took 4 boxes and scurried to Nudge and Angel's room.

Iggy grabbed one of the left over boxes and sat next to me. He opened the box and tore into one of the packs. "Poptarts rock," he said, taking a bite of one.

I laughed and got out another pack and ate the 2 poptarts in it. "Iggy, will you teach me how to fight?" I asked what had been bothering me since the fight with the flying Erasers.

Iggy looked at me seriously. "After breakfast we'll go to the clearing in the woods and I will," he told me turning back to his half eaten poptart.

"Thank you," I said munching happily on my poptart. Ahhh…poptarts…they're almost as good as eggrolls…just not quite.

me&ri: POPTARTS! xD

iggy: wow...

me: –singing- its 5 o'clock in the morning!

iggy: oh boy...here we go again.

me: converstaion go boring, u said u were going to bed soon so snuck up to ur bedroom!

ri: *starts singing to* and I thought id jst wait there till I heard u come up the stairs!

iggy: *covers our mouths* they've had a T-Pain song stuck in their heads all day...

me&ri: avnvnnhnr oenwowh ndfkdshfsd jdfd eiovnhavnj!

iggy: heh heh...review please...