Alright guys, I'm back! I know it took forever to update, but I finally did it. I had some trouble with my laptop, that's why it took forever, stupid thing was busted. But I got it fixed, and next week is the last week of school, so expect to see more updates. :)
"Honestly Fang, how many times have I told you not to let the kids go to town without one of us?" Max snapped at me.
I sighed, "They're not babies anymore, they can take care of themselves."
"Still." Max growled warningly.
I rolled my eyes and sat her on the bed, "Just sit there and look pretty."
Max gaped at me, and went to smack me. Before she could there was a knock on the door, I walked away from Max and opened the door. Angel was at the door, she looked sad.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Layla hasn't come out of her room in a while…" She murmured.
I nodded and glanced back at Max, I gave her the I'll-talk-to-her look. I let Angel into the room, knowing she wanted to be with Max. I walked to Layla's room, her door was locked. I knocked on the door but there was no answer, I opened the window in the hall and flew out. I flew around the house to her bedroom window; I saw her lying on her bed fast asleep. I tried the window, but it was locked too. I flew back to the hall window, there wasn't a way for me to get into her room, and she was alright so there wasn't anything to worry about. Walking back to the window I closed and locked it then watched a door across the hall open, Iggy. The Strawberry blond headed thirty-two year old came out of his room that was next to Owens, he was struggling to get something out of his room.
"Need some help Ig?" I asked walking toward him.
"Yeah, I can't get this stupid board out of the door." He said tugging on the surfboard again.
I grabbed the board and turned it the correct way, then passed it to him.
"Thanks." He said tucking it under his arm.
"Hey Ig, can you talk to Layla. She's locked herself in her room again." I said.
"Fang." Iggy sighed setting the board down as he leaned against it. "We all know she likes you more than anyone in this house, just go talk to her yourself."
Well he was right, ever since she was little Layla did like me best. I distinctively remember when Max would always complain that she Layla didn't like her. Or wait, maybe that was me? Hell I don't remember, I'm getting too old for this stuff. I sighed and walked over to Layla's door, I knocked and waited. I heard the lock click, then saw it open. Layla stood in the doorway, dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and a green tank-top.
"What?" She asked snappily.
"I wanted to check on you." I answered.
"I'm fine." She said closing the door. "Now go away!"
"Hey!" I snapped wedging my foot between the door.
Layla groaned in annoyance, she flung open the window and threw one leg out. I came into the room and pulled her inside before she could go, she struggled and kicked me. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, and then she flew out of the window.