A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I took so long. Writer's block. This one's been in the works for five days, but I never really finished until now. Hope you enjoy! And pleeeeaaase review (it does make me update faster!)

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Spread My Wings and Soar

.16

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"I HAVE BAGS!"

That's what woke me up in the morning. That sentence may not make sense to you, but if you lived with Nudge, it would mean a real crisis. I opened my eyes to see Nudge's face peering over me.

This had already happened once. Ella had solved it, but I forget how. I surveyed Nudge's worried face. Okay, maybe there was a little dark patch under her eyes, but whatever.

What did Ella tell Nudge? "Makeup remover," I mumbled, and turned over in my bed. Nudge ran to the bathroom and her squeal echoed around the fancy hotel room.

"Hey, it was only some leftover mascara!" she said. I don't know who would care at the time, but she did spare me from having to wake up the flock. Iggy was feeling his way out of bed, and Mom was asking what the time was to no one in particular.

"Eight thirty, Dr. Martinez," Fang told her. He got up quickly and headed to the bathroom. I got out of bed too and walked over to Angel's bed. A mass of blond hair covered her face completely.

"Morning, Angel," I said. She moved a little and made a sound I took to be "Well good morning to you too, Max." Or it could have been "Argh I hate you let me sleep." I shook Gazzy gently awake.

"I'm hungry," he said.

"You can eat if you get out of bed," I told him. He got up hesitantly. Total was already awake.

"Can we have ice cream for breakfast?" Total suggested. I rolled my eyes at him. Mom had already gotten up. Well. Time to go visit L.A.

! #$%^&*

"Oooh! These are so pretty!" Nudge gushed. "How do you get a star on the Hollywood walk of fame? Can I get one? 'Cause, you know, we're bird kids and all, so we're pretty famous. Do you think I'd have to have Nudge written on it? I'd rather another name. I thought of a really cool one: Sienna Diamond Rosebud Cherry La Rouge. Sounds pretty French right? What if they actually thought I was French? What if there's this real French person with that same exact name? What if they saw the star and went all like 'Why is my name there?'"

I looked at Nudge, honestly not sure how to respond. Was that whole speech even a question? I smiled and nodded. She had been even more hyper since we'd been in Hollywood. She even got a shirt that had a director's chair on it, and she'd gotten it personalized with "Jessica Miranda Alicia Tangerine Butterfly" on one side, and "Nudge" on the other. She had gotten really short shorts that had "Hollywood" written all over them.

She looked like an ad for the place. Happily, she just kept slurping her frostee and walked on. I guess I was enjoying it. I mean, we were sort of walking on the stars everyone was so hyped about. I wasn't really in the mood for a frostee, though the younger kids were. I walked on, tired and hot, while Ella read out fun facts about the place from this guidebook she had bought.

"Hey Max! Did you know that each star weighs 300 pounds?" Ella called out. No, Max did not know. There a tons of things Max doesn't know. Max did not go to school at all.

"And Lassie even has a star!" she added.

"Where is it?" Total asked, suddenly interested in the conversation. I groaned and tried to move away from them. We'd been knee-deep in tourists for about two hours. I needed a break. Luckily, that break was suggested right then by Mom.

"Who wants frozen yogurt?" she asked, and everyone cheered. I didn't think it would be wise to say they already had frostees, and accepted it as a way to take a break from sightseeing.

"I'll stay out here," I said as the others headed in. Iggy and Fang also stayed back. Mom shot us a warning look, to Fang and I more specifically. Please, Iggy is the least innocent one of the three of us.

I sat down on a bench, the heat making my shirt stick to me. Fang tried to act cool and stay standing, but soon sat down beside me.

"How are you liking L.A.?" Fang asked. I looked over to him and stared deep into his dark eyes.

"Good," I answered, not tearing my gaze from his face. His eyes were staring right into mine.

"Finally, alone time," he whispered, leaning in close. We were only inches apart, and I swear he was going to kiss me when I had a scary thought.

"Where's Iggy?" I asked, abruptly ruining our moment. Fang spun around, but there was no tall, pale mutant bird boy in sight. I swore quietly.

"We have to find him before he implodes L.A," I said, already springing up from the bench.

! #$%^&*

Iggy smiled. He had heard Max and Fang whispering, and he figured he had a while until they noticed he wasn't there anymore. He skimmed through shelves, wondering what he was pretending to look at. He had heard people outside talking about this store. Apparently this was a store with pranks and explosives.

"Hey Iggy," a voice said. Iggy turned around, having recognized the footsteps even before the voice.

"Gazzy!" he answered, trying to hide how glad he was to see his young friend. He really had no idea what the things were, as he was facing boxes. He felt they had colors on them: red, blue, green, and yellow. Big help.

"Max and Fang don't know I'm here. They're sucking face or something. Let's grab some cool stuff and go. It's on me," Iggy explained, breathless. He heard the crumple of the Gasser's shirt that meant he had nodded.

They went along the shelves, once in a while Gazzy murmuring things.

"Itching powder… fake turd… whooppee cushion…" he went along the shelves, once in a while Iggy nodded and Gazzy grabbed something from a rack.

! #$%^&*

"IGGY!" I screeched. He was nowhere to be found. Of course. I cupped a hand above my eyes, searching the horizon for Iggy. I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I screamed and turned around. There were Gazzy and Iggy, innocent smiles plastered on their faces. Gazzy had a balloon vaguely shaped like a pirate tied around his wrist.

"Where were you?" I asked, relieved beyond comprehension.

"Iggy bought me a balloon," the Gasman said, sort of stating the obvious. Iggy smiled too widely as he ruffled Gazzy's hair. They were being suspicious to say the least, but as long as Erasers hadn't taken them, hey, fine with me.

I smiled in relief as Nudge, Angel, Mom and Ella came out of the frozen yogurt place, Total trailing behind. Mom came up to us, leading her part of the flock like their were girl scouts.

"There you were, Gazzy. Lost you for a second there," she told him. Gazzy looked at me, obviously saying, I wish you were calm like her.

I didn't say a thing. I just followed the flock as we walked around the streets of L.A. I was trying to block out Ella's fun facts as Gazzy came up to me and hugged me. I was surprised, looking down at him. He never hugged me randomly like that.

He ran off quickly, stuffing what looked like a plastic wrapper into his pocket. I was suddenly uncomfortable, and my shirt was, like, full of sand, or so it seemed. I squirmed around. I suddenly felt fire all over my skin, and started scratching at it. I couldn't stop, the scratching relieving the itching for a second but then making it worse.

I couldn't even walk anymore. I stopped just to scratch better. The fire on my skin was only getting worse. Everyone else stopped, surveying me strangely.

"Gazzy!" Angel scolded. I glared at the bird kid in question.

"Itching powder," Fang said. I glared at Gazzy, who was shrinking away from me. Mom sighed loudly.

"We're going back to the hotel," she said. I nodded and kept pawing at my skin, scratching my waist then my arms.

! #$%^&*

"Feeling better?" Iggy shot me a guilty glance. I looked at him.

"Yeah, I guess," I mumbled. His face lit up into a big grin and I couldn't help but smile back. Iggy had that kind of effect on people.

Fang sat on the edge of my bed. I had finally stopped scratching after I practically doused myself with anti-itch cream Mom had bought me. I finally felt better, but the angry marks my long nails had left still stung. I flopped down onto the bed, tired by the long day.

"Ew!" Nudge shrieked, dropping what frankly looked like dog turd. She had taken it out of her makeup bag. She shot an accusing glare at the only dog present.

"Total?" Nudge asked. He looked outraged.

"Why me? Why? How could I have done that! I'm more civilized than all of you combined! Of course, blame the dog," Total fumed.

Iggy and Gazzy were contorted with hysterical laughter. They slapped a high-five between fits of giggling. The whole flock glared at them. Gazzy was the firs to calm down.

"Sorry," he said, but he was still giggling, so it wasn't very convincing. They silently edged away. I decided to let it go. We were on vacation. I sat quietly back onto my bed, Fang right behind me. I did a quick three-sixty. No one was watching us.

I leaned onto Fang, honestly exhausted. He found my hand and we just sat there for a second in comfortable silence. Finally, I looked up and he edged closer, and closer—

PPPRRRRRRRRT! A huge farting sound filled the room. All eyes turned to us. It was probably a whooppee cushion the boys had gotten into my bed somehow. I was about to scream bloody murder and kill those two boys, when Fang cut it short by finally kissing me. I guess it was Iggy and Gazzy's lucky day.