I had some spare time on my hands and decided to update this story that I have accedentally neglected. The ittalic is the last line from the previous chapter.
And that was the end of Iggy.
Well, of course he lived, but still, it was a close call. It took all four of us - Angel, Nudge, Gazzy and I to pull Max off, but Iggy wasn't harmed too, too bad, only his face and his finger, Let's just hope that there are no unexpected visits from Ella until we are far, far away. The kids face was really messed up.
Finally after a few minutes of cool down, we started toward the plane that was already boarding. Angel went first, then Nudge and so on until Max was at the back, making sure that we all had the tickets we wanted. There was a few seconds of the one of the air ladies saying that Iggy wasn't 14. I mean, yeah he was tall, but he didn't look any older than 16, pushing 17. But still, everyone could see that Iggy was a fourteen year old, and she reluctantly let him through. Never thought that it would be this hard.
We all got through fine, but Max made something up that me and her were the "legal" guardians of the kids. I raised an eyebrow at her when she was trying to explain this to a different flight attendant tried to nail us for something. They really sucked at it.
"A13, B13, A14, B14...." Nudge named all the seats until we finally reached all of ours. It was near the very back of the plane, and I automatically took the seats that were the furthest away from everyone.
Once everyone was placed in their seats and handed the correct tickets, they all started pressing every button their little bird arms could reach. Angel managed to somehow press the one for all the oxygen masks to come down, and Max groaned as she took the seat beside me.
The flight attendant marched down the aisle towards us, a smile on her face, but it was completely fake.
"Darling, please don't touch the buttons. This is going to delay our flight by a bit. I'm -"
"No you're not," Angel shook her head. "You are going to forget that I ever did anything, and fix this problem faster than I can say butterscotch. Yes?" She tilted her head with the lady's while she thought this through.
"Uh...yeah. No problem here. Fix it in a jiff....um." She turned and headed quickly down the aisle to start whatever she had to do. Angel tuned to smile brightly at Max, thinking she did a good thing by zapping that girl's brain. Max just smiled, but shook her head no. Then Angel started nodding vigorously, and that's when I realized that they were having a conversation in their brains. Weird, but a fun mystery to try and figure out what they were actually saying. It went on for a few more minutes, and then Max threw her hands up in exasperation and sighed loud enough for Angel to hear. Angel beamed and turned back around and started talking to Nudge.
This was my guess for their silent conversation: Max told Angel to not do that again during our adventure, but Angel disagreed and thought it was alright, as long as it kept them out of trouble. Max still told her that if she didn't we would all die, or somewhere along those lines. Max gave up.
At least that what I think that's what they were thinking.
I took her hand and they told us to fasten our seat belts. See these seat belts are some of the weirdest seat belts in the world. They didn't fasten right, and you had to pull things to make them go tighter and I couldn't do it.
Max had already had hers on and was watching me trying to force the pieces of metal together.
"Calm down there killer." She laughed then reached over to buckle me up.
Her hair was right in my face as she reached down there to snap the buckle together. She smelled good, like vanilla. Tightening the belt, she sat up again and smiled at me.
"There you go. Now there is no chance of you escaping." I smiled and took her hand. Sitting back, we taxied around on the runways until we pulled up to ours. Engines going at full speed we started taking off. There flight attendants had already fixed the masks, and they all went up, right before we started to taxi.
Our ears didn't pop as much as normal, since we are so used to getting at really high altitudes. Finally we were at cruising speed. Nudge found that the radio had too much static to listen to it, but then she found that the TV's had What Not to Wear playing, so she was immersed with the head phones she got with the radio. Angel was having a nap with her backpack that held Total in it in her lap. Iggy and Gazzy were playing poker, Iggy having a huge lead. Even though he couldn't even see Gazzy's terrible poker face, he was still winning.
Max rested her head on my shoulder, eyes drifting shut. I pushed up the arm rest and wrapped my arm around her. Snuggling closer she started to sleep.
"Get me a drink of water when they come by." She said, hardly framing coherent words.
I was leaning back a little, planning to have a little cat nap myself when Max sat up again, looking at me suspiciously.
"Fang, why do you wear black?" She asked through narrowed eyes.
I sighed. I don't even know why I wear black.
"I don't wear black because I'm emo." I assured her. "I wear black because it makes me feel like a ninja." I said with a serious face.
She just stared at me. Did she actually believe me? Like really, she believes a lot of stuff, but does she think that I really feel like a ninja when I wear black? Come on!
She blinked, her eyebrows coming together in concentration. The she looked at me again; still not know that I was joking.
"Are you serious?"
Right now I just wanted to smack my head against a wall. Was SHE serious?
"NO! You really think I want to be a ninja? Max, I thought you knew me better than that."
Her expression cleared and she wiggled back under my arm.
"I never really knew why, and it was a legitimate reason." I looked at her in disbelief. Something was wrong with her, I swear.
"I'm tired; don't look at me like that." She said without looking up. I put my head back down on the head rest and tried to get some sleep. The engines were way too loud and it was a bit too bright for my liking so I just sat there and thought about where were going, stroking her hair as she slept.
Australia was a very faraway place. We've only ever been as far as Europe, and even then, I didn't even get there. I wonder what's in Australia that was so important to the voice. They gave us Hugh Jackman and Heath Ledger. There was the surfing that everyone loved so much, and I wouldn't mind to try myself, if only I could hide the wings without a shirt. There was the outback and billabongs. This would be an interesting place to go to. I always thought that the voice was a bad thing, trying to get us in trouble, but lately it's been only helpful, other than distracting Max during the middle of a kiss, or other trouble times like that. I know there have been a few traps and what not, but there was always the risk of that.
I looked around the plane and saw nothing that screamed erasers, flyboys, or M-geeks. Iggy had won the poker game and was collecting the chips with greed and laughter. Max stirred against my lap where she gradually slid down to, and I patted her head, hoping that in her sub conscious that she would relax a little.
Nudge had now found the shopping channel and was quietly criticizing the merchandise they were trying to sell. Shaking my head I let a silent chuckle out and looked at Max that was sleeping in my lap. Tracing her silhouette with my pinky, and tucking her hair behind her ear let me feel how fragile she seemed to be in her sleep. She was more relaxed lately, giving more hugs and smiles, and a few more kisses, if you know what I mean. I watched her eyelids flutter with her dreams seeing the way that they brushed against her cheeks. Somewhere between placing my hand on her waist and rubbing my thumb against her cheek I fell asleep.
My dreams are screwed; I'm just going to throw that out there now. They never made sense, gave no prophecy, just made sleeping that much more entertaining. This one was no different with the same bright colors that made me feel like I was high.
There was Max standing there, she always stared in my dreams. She had on a tinfoil hat on and trying to find service to the mother ship through Nudge's radio. Then there was a giant purple thing coming out of the sky that was littered with rainbows. It seemed to be mechanical, and the driver was Johnny Depp. Then Iggy was having a tea party with Celeste the bear and total, making sure that their hair looked right. There was a huge boom, and then everyone started singing Barbie Girl.
I woke up then, looking around the plane. The lights have gone down and a flight attendant was making sure that everyone had blankets and pillows. I looked at the flock and saw that they were all crashed, except Angel. She looked at me when she heard me think of her. I smiled a bit and she jumped up and came over to my seat.
I then realized that Max was back up on my shoulder, clearly had moved when she realized that she was sleeping on my lap. Angel crawled onto my other leg and curled up on the other shoulder. One happy family in seconds.
"Fang?" Angel whispered.
"Yeah, what's up?" she was quiet for a minute while she tried to collect her thoughts.
"Are you ever going to leave again?" I froze. I wasn't expecting that, more something along the lines of, "Are you and Max getting married anytime soon?", "Or have you told Max you loved her today?" Those are the usual things that I hear from her.
Why was she thinking that? What have I been doing to make her think that? There was never a thought in my head to leave the flock, never mind Max. I always was here and happy, and I didn't think I came across as the leaving type anymore.
"No, Angel, I am never ever going to leave the flock, Max or you for any reason at all." I whispered forcefully. I clutched her shoulder, making sure that she understood. Using my mind, I showed her all my future visions of being with the flock, with Max.
She just nodded. Just nodded, No ultimate understanding at all. I felt like I said, "Yes, I'm abandoning you as soon as we land." I sat there, waiting for more input at all. Finally, my burning curiosity got the better of me.
"Why would you think that?" I asked in a whisper.
She just shrugged. "Just making sure." I nodded this time and waited for Angel to go to sleep.
"Love you Fang. Max too."
I smiled.
"I know. I love you too." I replied, these exchanges regular to me and Angel. She burrowed closer to me. After about ten minutes, I felt Max stir on my left side.
"Fang?" She called out groggily. I tightened my hold on her waist for a second to let her know that I was here.
"Good." She said and fell back to sleep.
Aright, I made it nice and long for you guys, so I hope you liked it. Review if you can lick your elbow....but that's nearly impossible. If you can, you are one messed up person. ;)
Ella
