I'm sorry that my chapters are so short. In word, they look a lot longer.
You know, I actually have to reread my story every time I start a new chapter, so that I don't screw up the story line. I read too many fan fictions. Anyway, before I write another chapter, I want 25 reviews. You can review as many times as you want, they all count.
When I woke up, I was definitely warmer than I had been when I'd fallen asleep. Of course, I knew exactly why. Fang. Our room had a king sized bed, and we were in the middle of it. I was lying there, wrapped in Fang's arms, all cozy, and warm. It felt great. But now I had to figure out what was up with those erasers. They were obviously trying to trick us. But it wasn't going to work. They were, after all, terrible actors. They obviously wanted to make us believe that they were determined to bring us back to the Institute, when, in fact, they did not. But why? This was going to take some thought. I started to sit up, and carefully untangle myself from Fang's arms. I knew it would wake him up, but that was alright. We all needed to get up. It was past ten!
I heard him groan a little, when I'd finally escaped his death-grip. He sat up, and gave me a look that said. 'Five more minutes, mommy.' Which I found amusing.
"No. We have to get up. Will you get Iggy, and Gazzy? I'll get the girls." He yawned, but got up, and once he'd stood up, he looked totally alert, and awake. How did he do that? He walked out the door, and down the hall. I did the same. I walked to the girls' room, and opened the door quietly. But they were already up. Weird.
"Why are you guys up already?" I asked, interested in what they would say.
"I'll tell you later." Angel said, looking at me intently. It was almost as if she was trying to figure out how I felt. Like she couldn't read my mind.
I bet you're wondering why I haven't mentioned Total, huh? Well, don't worry; he's still alive, and well. He didn't kick the bucket, or anything. He sleeps right next to Angel every night. Kind of cute, actually.
When I walked out of the girls' room, I saw Fang emerging from Gazzy's room, closing the door behind him.
"Iggy's in the kitchen." He said, looking at me. He must have seen how weirded out I was, by the thing with Angel, and Nudge, 'cause he quirked one eyebrow, and said, "What's got you so freaked?" It was weird, how, suddenly, he could read my mind better than the actual mind reader.
"Nothing. Just, something with the girls." I said, then I went to the kitchen, to order my breakfast.
"What's on the menu?" I asked Iggy, who was feeling along the top shelf of the fridge.
"Well, it feels like the fridge came fully stocked. What do you want?"
"Bacon sounds good. With hash browns." I got up to check the freezer for those things.
When I got to the fridge, I gently guided Iggy away from it.
"We're in luck!" I said, pulling out the ingredients to my custom breakfast. Iggy turned on the stove to start breakfast.
It was going to be a good day.
Or so I thought.
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