Tukatarina - I just looked that up in the book after I read your review! Agh! Thanks though! ;)
Thanks too all of my reviewers and people who put this story on their story alert.
Mkay, this chapter is in Iggy's point of view!
Small Recap from previous chapter in Nudge's point of view.
"Hello?"
"Iggy?"
"Who the heck is this?" I asked, ticked off that someone had woken me up. The voice sounded familiar, and they called me Iggy but my mind wasn't working fast enough too pick up on the name.
"It's Nudge," They replied in a small whisper. "I know it's like really late there but I needed too talk to someone and I didn't know if Max had made it too her mom's house and..and I didn't want too call Fang because I didn't know if he would just be really mad when I woke him up and I didn't want too call Angel or Gazzy because I didn't want them too wor-" Seemed like the same Nudge. Wouldn't close her mouth but there was clearly something wrong.
"Nudge-" I mumbled trying too get her too shut up but she kept talking. "NUDGE!" I sort of whisper-yelled. I didn't want too wake up my aunt, even though it probably wouldn't bother, she'd just say something about her beauty sleep than tell me too carry on. Probably would ask if the person on the phone was my girlfriend too.. She wasn't exactly one of those people that minded their own business. She loved too know everything about everyone.
There was silence on the phone for a minute and I almost thought she had hung up but there was a small hiccup from the other end of the line.
"Ok, Nudge. Could you just like start over? Why do you need too talk to someone? Couldn't you just talk to your parents?" I spoke, while rubbing a small kink in my neck.
"NO! I can't just talk to my parents! They don't get it and I don't want too talk to them." She practically screamed into the phone, showing clear disgust for her parents when she talked about them. "I don't want my parents! I WANT THE FLOCK!" Nudge shouted, her voice cracking on the last part. After a minute, I could hear her dad shouting at her and a sequence of loud knocks.
"Nudge, calm down. I'll…I'll.." I started but I couldn't think of a solution. What could I do? "Alright…I'm uhh.. Coming down there..?" I said, more of a question than a statement really.
"Really?" Nudge asked, shocked at my response but it sounded like there was a lot of relief too.
"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow, I guess."
"THANKS IGGY!" She squealed, the sadness only slightly noticeable in her voice this time. "I um got too go though but I'll see you tomorrow!" There was a click on the other end of the line and she was gone. Probably about too get yelled at by her dad.
I hung the phone up as well and slumped on the floor as realization started too hit. How the heck was I supposed too get to Montana?
Later in the morning...
"So, who was the mystery girl you were talking to on the phone last night?" My Aunt Carol asked, a mischievous ring too her tone.
"Just my friend, Nudge. She wasn't with us when my friends dropped me off here because she was dropped off at her parent's house first." I explained, not bothering too use Nudge's fake name or her real name. In her opinion, Nudge was her real name. "Actually.. She was wondering if I could go visit her in Missoula, Montana. Today."
"Oh! That sounds like fun! I haven't been on vacation in months!" Aunt Carol exclaimed. "Well let's see, go pack your bags, Iggy! I'll go book the airplane tickets!" She told me. Yes, she did call me Iggy, I had requested that she call me that. I didn't want too be called James, it just didn't sound like me.
Hmm.. That was easier than I thought.
Grabbing the carton of orange juice, I poured myself a cup and trudged up the stairs, grabbing a suitcase from the closet on the way too 'my' room. Fingertips brushing against the wall I found my way back to my room. Yes, I still hadn't memorized the house yet and my Aunt Carol kept moving stuff anyway so there was probably no reason too memorize it.
I grabbed randomly from my dresser drawers, stuffing clothes into the suitcase.
"ALRIGHT! We have two tickets for the 7:50 flight!"
"Isn't it like 6:45 right now?" I called back.
"Yep! So move it or we'll be losing the flight!" Carol yelled back. We weren't exactly in a Carol was the adult and I was the kid relationship. It was more like I was the young adult and my aunt was the kid. My cousin, Bethany wasn't here this weekend, so I got too be the adult. She had given me instructions on how too take care of Carol while she was gone for the week. It's not like Carol was mental, she just acted sort of like a teenager. She had gone skydiving this weekend and had drug me along with her. It wasn't until we were jumping out of the helicopter that she remembered she was afraid of heights.
The even cooler side too Aunt Carol was that she didn't care if I made bombs. She even said I could blow up the neighbor's car if I wanted too, just so long as I didn't blow up her house.
"Ready to go!" I shouted, trampling down the stairs. I followed after her as she headed out of the kitchen, locking the door behind me.
"You know what I love?! It's that feeling when the plane takes off and your stomach flips over!" Carol exclaimed, swinging her suitcase and mine into the trunk of her Ford Escape. She opened up the passenger door and I climbed in slamming it shut behind me. My aunt climbed into the driver side and started the engine. "To the airport!" She yelled in an excited tone.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Woo-hoo! Go CAROL! Ok, so anyways I didn't exactly like my Iggy point of view but I personally loved Carol...Anyways reviews please!