In response to a semi-anonymous review that I had to overwhelming need to respond to: Flockgrl18, yeah, I think I'll write it, and rumor has it that they're going to have a season five of Code Lyoko with 25 episodes. I still have to find concrete proof, but at least there's hope now. :D
And everyone else can get a hug and a peck on the check (so not kissing anyone) and a chocolate chip cookie. (Psst, if you people will just make an account/log in, it'd be a lot easier to respond to all your reviews!)
Iggy came over for dinner like he always does after track. But then again, he almost always comes over for dinner, track or not. His mom and dad are usually out with other people, leaving him at home so he comes for the company. And to eat food that was cooked with an oven, not radiation.
"So," said dad after dinner. He was discussing track with us again. "Our team is going against Kipling in two weeks which mean that we have to get our newest team member in shape." Uh…
"Who?" asked J.J.
"Oh, I'm sure you know him already. Nicolas Burke." Aw, great. He's on my track team too?
"He's my cousin!" squealed Nudge.
"I should have guessed," said dad sarcastically. "He talks nearly as much as you!"
"I don't think I've ever heard him say a thing," said J.J. thoughtfully.
"He doesn't talk a whole lot," admitted Nudge. "He won't unless necessary."
"He's so quiet," said Ella thoughtfully.
"We've noticed," I said.
"He's kind of cute, in the dark and mysterious sort of way," said J.J. thoughtfully. Instantly, for reasons unknown I felt something flare up inside of me and I fought to keep in contained. I won.
"I don't know," said Nudge wrinkling her nose. "He's never dated before."
"Max has yet to date someone too," Iggy reminded her.
"True," she said thoughtfully and then brightened. "Hey! Maybe you and Fangles can go on a date together!"
I did a spit take and sputtered, "What? You can't make me," even though my heart gave a little kick at the mention of that.
"You so want him!" said Nudge obviously. J.J. nodded in agreement. Traitor!
"Nuh uh!" I protested. "I've never wanted anyone ever! Why would I start now?" The other three girls looked at each other and grinned.
"Because you've never met someone as mysterious as him before," they drawled out at the same time. I now understood why they found it annoying when J.J. and I telepathically shared thoughts…
"So what?" I asked defensively. "I've never met anyone as modest Iggy before I met him. I've never met anyone more obsessed over wolves as Ari. I've never met someone more lactose intolerant than Gazzy…"
Pbbbt
"Agh! Gasmask!" gasped Nudge, grasping her neck in mock desperation and dropping dramatically to the floor. In the next room, Ari, Angel, and Gazzy snickered.
"Zephyr, son, I love you, but have you ever tried to stop drinking milk?" asked dad.
"We had ice cream!" he shouted back.
"Remind me to never touch the ice cream in your fridge ever again," gasped Iggy.
"Sure, whatever," I said nasally due to my pinching my nose. "There's chocolate chip cookie dough." Have I ever explained my chocolate chip cookie dough obsession? No? Well, it's not too late to explain it now.
Way back when Ella and Nudge went to overnight camp, I had more or less spent all my days with J.J. and Iggy at the park or I sweet talked our nanny into letting me bring Ari to Manga World. It was a pretty smooth, simple summer and there wasn't a single interesting thing worth mentioning (unless you count the time the nanny nearly ran over J.J.'s cat) at least until Nudge and Ella came home with all their new Girl Scout knowledge. Like how to make and bake chocolate chip cookies.
Before this, I had never had chocolate chip cookies before. Mom liked to bake, despite her busy doctor schedule. When you've got famous people asking for a checkup, you can't really say no. Anyways, mom always bakes this fancy stuff like meringues a la mode or crepe avec Chantilly or something like that. It's typically French. So when Nudge, J.J., Iggy, and I came home to be greeted by the smell of chocolate chip cookies fresh out of the oven, we were shocked. Them, because they weren't used to my mom cooking normal stuff, me, because I had no idea what it was.
"What is this?" I asked curiously, picking one up. I nibbled it before literally chucking cookie after cookie down my throat.
"You would imagine that she's never had chocolate chip cookies before," said J.J.
"I haven't," I mumbles, spraying bit of cookie.
"Then take some more," said mom brightly. Nudge picked up the recipe.
"Hey! This is what Ella and I made at camp!"
"I know. It's been so long since I've made cookies!" I just ate more and more, murmuring incoherent words of pleasure. Dad shook his head.
"Valencia, she's going to stuff herself silly."
"Oh relax, darling. Even if she does, her metabolism is enough to counter it," my mom said, laughing. I just simply smiled and continued eating.
"Hey!" I was rudely jolted out of my memory. Ari poked his head into the room. "Daydreaming again, Max? Or talking to that little voice inside your head?"
"It's called a conscience!"
"Whatever. Want the rest of the chocolate cookie dough, Max?" I grinned.
"Sure do. Where is it? Lead me to it."
My stomach hurts…