A/N- I'm so glad you all like the story so far, I thought that this one might not be as good as the last one. Guess I'm just pessimistic like that. (I totally spelled pessimistic on the first try.) Enjoy the chapter.
Hawaii, Here we Come Chapter 4
Ella POV
I woke up to Iggy nuzzling the back of my hair. "Morning hotness." That's a new one.
"I take it you're feeling better now?"
"I feel great. I think I'll even make breakfast today for once." I laughed at that.
"What's so funny?" Iggy asked.
"You acting like you never make breakfast." For some reason he had a quizzical look on his face when I said that.
"So, what do you want?" Weird, I told him what I wanted yesterday. Maybe him being sick pushed it out of his mind. Now that I think about it, he hasn't said anything about my birthday either, and I know he mentioned that yesterday.
"Oh, just toast and maybe some pancakes."
"Coming right up." Our room was fancy enough that we had our own stove in the room and didn't have to go downstairs for breakfast. Iggy started searching around for something in the cabinets.
"I think pancakes are out of the question, I can't find a pan."
"What about the one in your suitcase?"
"Why would I have one in my suitcase?"
"Because you always bring one, just in case."
"Must have forgot." Okay, now I know something is up, he never forgets the spare pan. But how am I going to prove it? Well, I guess I can go along with it a little longer. "Ow, ow, OW! Damn it!" I heard 'Iggy' yell.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Burnt the damn toast." Cursing more and cooking like Max. This definitely is not Iggy.
"It's okay, I wasn't really hungry anyway." I said as I walked over to the closet and opened it. I got the frying pan out. The person claiming to be Iggy was outside on the balcony.
"You should come out here and see this, it's beautiful."
"I'm sure it is." I said acidly. Then I hit him over the head as hard as I could with the pan. He immediately crumpled to the ground. Okay, what now? I have to make sure he doesn't get away. Got it. I'm so glad Iggy is such a pack rat. We picked up a length of rope on the beach yesterday and Iggy put it in the closet. I dragged the imposter to one of the chairs and tied his arms and legs to it. Good thing I used to be a Fireside Girl. The next thing I did was call Ratchet and Kate over.
"What's up and why is Iggy tied to a chair?" Ratchet asked when they got there.
"That's not Iggy, it's an imposter. That's why I called you here. I'm going to call Iggy's cell phone so you can hear it and tell me where he is."
"Got it." I called Iggy's phone.
"Hm, Dig by Incubus, that's a nice ringtone. Sounds like he's about five floors below us."
"Let's get going then." We raced down the stairs down to the basement entrance. I tried to open the door. "It's locked." I said.
"Allow me. You might want to back away." Kate said. Ratchet and I stepped to the side as Kate kicked the door down. It flew across the entire room. "Oops." I saw Iggy hanging from the ceiling with his legs tied together and duct tape across his mouth. He was still asleep too. I ripped the tape off his mouth.
"OW! Where am I? And why am I tied up? Did I get drunk again?"
"No, you were kidnapped."
"By who?"
"You know, the sad part is I can't even say you won't believe this. You got kidnapped by yourself."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, where is he?"
"Tied up in the room." All during this conversation I was untying him from the ceiling. Iggy looked confused when I said that. "I hit him over the head with your frying pan."
"That's my girl." He said and he hugged me.
"So you guys need anything else?" Ratchet asked.
"Nah, you guys can go. Thank you, a lot."
"No problem."
Iggy POV
"Okay, let me feel his face." I put my hands up to him and felt his face. "Yep, that's my face." I slapped him.
"What the Hell?" He said. I chuckled.
"Sounds like me too. Now, who are you?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm you, just better."
"Okay, cut the crap, I've heard the whole I'm better than you thing before." Maya wouldn't shut up about it when we fought her in Florida. "So, you're a clone of me, I take it?"
"Duh." I slapped him again. "I would have got you if it wasn't for hotness over here." Then Ella slapped him.
"Yeah, well you should have studied your role better. He can't cook, he curses like a sailor, and to top it all off, he can see."
"Why would that matter?" The clone asked. He didn't know?
"Really? You didn't know I was blind?"
"I do now."
"Who gave you your information?"
"I got my own. I escaped that Hellhole School before they could operate on my eyes."
"Well you suck at recon."
"And making toast."
"He messed up toast? Even Max can make toast."
"I know right?"
"I hate to break up you two chatty Cathys, but I think I'll take my leave now." Then I heard something hit the floor.
A/N- Ella: A Fireside Girl?
Me: What? I like Phineas and Ferb.
Ella: Aren't you a little too old to watch that?
Me: Yes, yes I am. 75 days until Nevermore. Fly on, prosper, and may the odds be ever in your favor.