{This is a chapter for the person who told me to tone down the epicness. :D I hope you all like some of sexy Iggy! and the rest of the flock...EXCEPT a certain somebody...}
(Iggy POV)
The wind whisked past me, as I soared, high in the sky. The chilly, midnight air embraced me, and I couldn't help how perfect everything was. Exceptions:
A: Max is pregant. Again.
B: I have been tired of being blind, and still am.
C: Fang is a dick.
D: I'm late for my date.
I smiled grimly. Could it get any worse? No, I take that back. Anyway, I really was late for my date. Max really isn't the only person in the world with romance problems. Just cause I'm blind, doesn't mean I can't tell a beautiful girl from another. To me, all girls were beautiful.
I sensed that I was near the cafe I had told her to go to. I did a nosedive, and when I hit the ground running in an alleyway, I wondered if someone saw me. Well, I was blind, but I could see. Not with my eyes, of course. My vision was more like a bat's. I could see things when there was sound. The waves would beat off of objects, and I could sense them, literally. But, now that I could feel colors, it was like having normal vision. Aside from the fact that I have to touch everything to see it's color. I tucked my wings hard against my back, and put a jacket on. Good. Didn't want to attract unnecessary attention, now did we?
The small bell rang when I strode in the cafe, and I took a table in the back. The waitress came up, and made puppy eyes at me, and I waved her away.
"I'm waiting for someone." I spoke, making my voice deep and husky. I could literally feel the woman's hopes drop. I'm taken, sorry. No Iggy for you.
"Okay." She said, and walked away, making a show of swinging her hips unessesarily, trying for my attention. I rolled my eyes, and settled in to wait. I was late, but it seems my date was even worse off than I was.
I didn't have to wait long. A few minutes later, the tiny bell rang, and she came in. I held my breath at her beauty, still at the awe of it.
She had on a black ruffly top, with jeans and heels. The way she walked showed how she thought of herself. Her head held up high, and a slight, but...seductive sway to her hips. And she was mine. All mine.
Her eyes scanned the room, until she caught me in the corner, absentmindedly running my finger on the rim of my cup. She grinned, and strode toward my way. I looked up at her, and feigned surprise.
"Hey...Amy." I said, adding a purr to my tone.
"Iggy! Oh, I'm sorry I'm so late! I had to help out a little more after work, and-"
"It's okay. To tell you the truth, I just got here." I grinned, and she lost her train of thought. I rolled my eyes, and motioned for her to sit down.
I decided to speak first. "So, how are you tonight?" She set her bag next to her, and straightened her shirt. Amy was so cute when she was fidgeting.
"Oh, Iggy, I'm so stressed. And-"
That damn waitress was back. Her eyes scanned my body, but I kept my eyes locked on Amy's. The waitress's name was Riley, according to her cheap nametag.
Riley spoke, drawing out her tiny waitress pad-thing. How useless. "Have you decided on anything yet?"
I motioned for Amy to order first. She frowned, and this adorable crease between her eyebrows appeared. I smiled, and tried to hide it by coughing. I didn't want to freak her out, with my insatiable hunger, so I guess I'll have to tone down my hunger pangs, and I'll only eat a fourth of what I'd normally get.
Finally, Amy spoke. "I'll have a burger, no onions, and a Dr. Pepper." She held her hand out to me, signaling my turn.
I cleared my throat, and sighed. "I'll take the double burger, large fries, and a large coke." Riley nodded and scribbled on her tiny waitressing pad. Is that a prop?
"'Kay," She said, smacking her gum. "Right back. With that." Riley spoke in wierd chopped sentences, as if her breathing was off. She flipped her hair and strode away. I rolled my eyes at her outline, and turned my attention back to Amy.
"You were saying?" I said, and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh," Amy murmured, and fingered her shirt nervously. "I don't remember."
"...Something about stress?"
"Yeah! I'm so stressed. And I'm really sorry for dumping this on you. I'm terrible. And-"
I shushed her, hiding a shy smile beneath my hand. "Amy. Don't worry. Just let me de-stress you tonight, and in the morning, you won't have to worry about anything in the world." Nothing at all, Amy. You were mine.
Her eyes were unfocused, and I grinned as I whisked her out of the restaurant, to a more...quiet place.
Nudge sat in her room, dead bored. What did she have to do? The small cottage didn't have Internet, or a phone, in fact. She wanted a teenage life, with boys, and school, and drama. She wanted something more. Much more.
Sure, she had wings. But, after having them since the day she was "born" doesn't really count as excitement, does it?
Nudge sighed again, not knowing what to do. Finally, she just settled on the manga she had "borrowed" from a nerd earlier, in NYC. She hadn't had the chance to read it yet, and now was her chance. Well, she had a chance all day, but doesn't napping sound like a better alternative to reading?
She started the manga, Bleach, and sighed as the orange haired hottie, Ichigo, came into view. Nudge flipped through the pages, looking now, and reading later. She would have time for that...later. But, for now, she was just glad to have something to kill time.
Gazzy was bored. B-O-R-E-D. There was no way else to put it. He was done messing with his time bombs, and he had made sure they were all shut off correctly. But, now that he was thirteen, he hungered for something bigger. Something to make his eyes blow. Something to create a whole new meaning to "killing time." Gazzy needed...some new material. He was old enough now.
He could do it.
Max trusted him, right?
He stood up, ruffling the bed sheets around him. Who needed to sleep, anyway? The Gasman certainly wasn't tired, now that he has himself thinking of his master plan.
Quickly, he jotted down a note, stating the fact that he was going to be back by morning, which would be plenty of time. It also said for her not to worry. He's thirteen. What could possibly happen?
Rose was tired. Where was Mommy? And she was a little hungry too. Mommy hadn't talked to her in a little bit. What was she up to?
Rose sighed and looked down to the book in her lap. The monster was trying. He wanted the girl to love him, and she finally did, after forever. The girl, in a beautiful flowing yellow dress, with the big fluffy bottom dressy part.
Rose sighed, again, and snapped the picture book shut. Now, she wanted something sticky. That wierd stuff that Nudge had given her an hour ago. That stuff was good.
Unsteadily standing up, she wobbled over to the cabinet to the left of the fridge, and looked up. It was far away, and Rose knew it would be a dangerous journey, but she was willing to take the risk.
A look of determination crossed her delicate features, as she flared out her five foot span wings behind her. She tested them, worrying at the fact they might not work again. Rose hadn't told Mommy about that either.
Straining for the wings to lift off the ground, Rose was tense with concentration. Slowly, but steadiliy, she rose into the air, and grinned triumphantly as she grabbed for the cabinet handle. She threw the miniature door open, surprised at the about of stuff she saw. The brown was everywhere, and Rose enjoyed that.
Her tiny hands reached out, and she gripped one solitary jar to her body. Slowly she decended, and finally her feet touched the kitchen tile.
Rose grinned at her victory and did a tiny dance around the kitchen, humming an unfamiliar tune, and clutching the jar to her chest as tightly as she could. Finally, after falling to the ground in a heap of exhaustion, she struggled to sit up.
She was finally upright. Now she could get her treasure. She twisted the lid off the jar, and dipped her fingers in, spreading them, and clutching her hand into a fist. She pulled her hand out, and squeaked a she lifed the substance to her mouth. This was it. She couldn't wait any longer.
The peanut butter was hers at last.
(Heh! Sorry, this was kind of a filler, but it was fun to write! I've never written in 3rd person before, so tell me how I did! Thank you for reading up to his far, with my horrible writing. :D)