AN: Hi guys. Sorry it's been a few days since I updated. I...have no excuse. Sorry. :P Anyways, I really had fun writing this chapter, even though it's on the short side. Enjoy! RATE AND REVIEW PLEASE!
Thank you so much for all the love in the comments, each and every one of them makes me smile! Fax and Percabeth wrote a comment for Ch.3 that made me crack up:
I'm literally imagining Fang watching What Not to Wear and making comments like "Girl that is so not your style!" XD
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of the Maximum Ride franchise. All credit for that goes to James Patterson. I do wish I owned her wings. Maaaaybe not the whole crazy-scientists-after-me-thing that comes with it, though. :D
I also don't own any of the references mentioned in this chapter, like the shows Say Yes To The Dress, What Not To Wear, and How I Met Your Mother.
Nudge's POV
I was so mad. I don't even know why, it was only a tank top. I mean, a really pretty tank top, but nothing to get this wound up over. It was too late to take it back anyways.
We were circling each other, Gazzy and Iggy together on one end, both smiling wickedly, and myself on the other.
The blood lust started to go away as I remembered fond memories from way back when, before Angel got taken by Ari and the Erasers, before Jeb had left us for the dead, before all of this, when he used to make us spar against each other. It was actually really fun, despite what it sounds. It was usually Angel vs. Gazzy, me against Iggy, and Max and Fang, being the two strongest fighters, were the championship match that we all loved to watch(Speaking of watching, I saw Fang in Jeb's office, watching Say Yes To The Dress on Jeb's laptop. I left, thinking I was hallucinating. I went in a half hour later, and he was watching What Not To Wear. I think he either a) is losing it due to stress from the baby, b) is losing it due to being trapped underground, or c) realized he needs a major wardrobe makeover, I mean, strong-and-silent black with just a touch of emo-ness and edge is so out...I assume).
With no warning Gazzy lunged towards me, pushing his head into my flat-would-be-boobs, if it hadn't been for the freaking bird DNA meant to make us as light as possible. Unfortunately, it was still a sensitive spot, and my breath was knocked out of me when Iggy sucker punched me in the stomach right after my momentary shock from the boob-blow(No, that's not what I meant by "boob-blow", there's just no other way to describe it. Get your heads out of the gutter, people).
They had both overpowered me, and pinned me against the door. I was trapped. Wait…
Hello. I was "trapped". Against the door.
They grinned like maniacs, thinking they had won. I grinned right back, wanting to giggle as Gazzy's smiles faltered in face of mine.
"What?" Iggy said, sounding pissed.
"She's smiling…" Gazzy murmured, looking a little confused, his head tilted slightly, his mouth in a small frown, and his eyebrows drawn inward. On a normal day, that look would have made my heart melt, it was so freaking adorable, but it made me burst into maniacal cackling that day.
Because we were all genetic super freaks, this had all happened within a minute. As fast as I could, I twisted the knob with one hand, pushing the boys away with the other, and ran outside.
Fang's POV
I certainly wasn't expecting Nudge to burst out of the door as I was about to go in.
Most embarrassing moment today: having Nudge run over you and your only thought at the time having been: Huh. She looks like she just drank 6 litres of Tantrum*.
*A Note from Fang: Jeb apparently liked How I Met Your Mother, too. As evil as he might have been, you can't deny that he had taste. Say Yes To The Dress and What Not To Wear are fun, yeah, but NOTHING beats HIMYM. I mean, I love olives, Max hates them. When push comes to shove, though, we'll all eat desert rat. Yum.
AN: So I've had these songs stuck in my head for the past few days, the last three are due to a fanfiction I've read recently, The House of Hell by Love2Love. The other song is just there 'cause it's amazing.
A Letter To Elise by The Cure - such a great, sad story made into a song. Make's me tear up every time I hear it. Oldies are the best.
Stop and Stare by OneRepublic - a meaningful song that can be interpreted in many ways. It feels like someone's opening up my freaking soul at the last chorus where it's almost acapella.
It Feels Like We're Strangers by Keane - just...wow. Hauntingly beautiful, just like karaoke(which means "empty orchestra" in Japanese. HIMYM reference, the Pineapple Indecent!).
And finally...drum roll please!
Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake - I'm not usually a big fan of these types of songs but this song is just so fun.
"I'm bringin' sexy back(yeah!)
Them motherf*ckers don't know how to act,
Girl, let me make up for the things you lack,
'Cause you're burnin' up, I gotta get it fast.
Take 'em to the bridge!
Dirty baaabe(uh huh)
You see these shackles, baby, I'm you're slaave(uh huh)
I'll let you whip me if I misbehaave(uh huh)
It's just that no one makes me feel this way(uh huh)"
So damn catchy... :D