Sadly, I still don't own MR. I kidnapped Nudge though...she isn't too happy about it. She really likes cafeteria food, though. Nor do I own All Time Low...even sadly-er. Anyone willing to help me kidnap Alex Gaskarth???
I woke up later than usual, my head still on Iggy's shoulder. I hadn't realized I'd fallen asleep. The rest of the flock was still asleep, and Max wasn't there, but I figured she'd gone out flying. That didn't actually seem like the worst idea. The ground had frosted overnight, and it was pretty cold. I stood up quietly and unfurled my 12 foot wings. They were white, but tinged with red and gold. I stretched up to my full height, about 5'6". At home (what was home? Did I even have one) I'd always slouched so as to avoid attention being drawn to me. Here, I didn't care.
I launched myself off the ledge, feeling the cold wind in my hair and on my wings. I loved this feeling, and it was nice to actually be able to see where I was going. I had decent night vision, but it was nothing compared to this. This was comparable to heaven, frankly. I was drunk on my own freedom, having been bored with reality for too long. The trees were like stone pillars and I was a dove. I was happy, happier than I had been in a long time. I perched on the branch of a sturdy looking pine tree. My brain was numbed by the blissful freedom and the freezing cold.
"Golden! How are you?" Max asked me. I jumped, if you can jump while you're on a tree branch.
"Oh, hi Max. You surprised me!" I said. "Nice morning, albeit a little cold. What say you?" I asked, trying to make small talk.
"It's nice. I like the cold. How did you sleep?"
"Well enough thanks."
We continued making pointless small talk for a while, and then started flying back towards the campsite. Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel were finding kindling for a campfire, and Fang was starting that fire. Iggy seemed to be preparing some sort of food.
"Hello! How was your fly?" Angel asked. Oh yeah, she was telepathic. "We're making scrambled eggs and wild mushrooms. Oh, and if you want some, we got roast desert rat!"
"I'll pass, I think I'll spare my digestive system today," I replied. "Hey, you need any help? I used to cook a lot, back home,"
"Thanks for offering, but we're just about done," Fang actually said something to me. Wow. I was surprised the world didn't blow up.
"Yeah, the food's done. I hope you don't mind eating using leaves as plates. We don't have access to dishes, as is probably evident," ah, Iggy. He was definitely attractive, with those pretty blue eyes. I've always been a sucker for light blue eyes. And the slightly red blonde hair that fell nicely across his forehead, and the subtly muscular chest and arms... And clearly a good cook, too if the smell was any judge.
"Oooh, yay! I love scrambled eggs, but fried are good too. And Iggy makes really good ones. Eggs are, like, his specialty. When we were back at the E house we actually had a frying pan and could actually cook them. I mean, it's not bad now but-ppppppmfffffgggggg," Iggy's hand once again covered her mouth. I giggled (wtf? Since when do I giggle) quietly. It really did feel like home. He smiled a see what I have to put up with every day? kind of smile in my direction. My heart flip-flopped. Augh! What was wrong with me?
He started to serve up the eggs. Everyone just dug right in, and I followed their example. Damn, it was good. "I could get used to this," I mumbled through a mouthful of egg.
He winked playfully. "Why, thank you, young lady."
I returned the wink and kept eating. Nudge whispered something to the Gasman and they both laughed quietly. I liked this feeling, which of course meant it had to end soon.