A/N: Oh, my goodness! I love you guys! Thank you SkyGirl68, for the heads up ! I've been made aware of how really confusing that was and I totally agree! And another special thanks to supersexyghotmew95, Fiona Siona, Chant de la lune hante, Lootmagoot, and 3ThingsWithWings for being my first reviewers ever!
-Bows down repeatedly and kisses the floor-
I seriously almost cried for joy! I was running around like a madwoman, and my mother gave me a look that questioned my sanity... hehe!
NOTICE! Thanks to feed back, I'm trying to make this less confusing! This chapter was written talking about the person in each body, NOT the body itself!
I landed back in Nudge's room. I changed into the most comfortable outfit she owned and thought about how rest of the day had been nightmarish. Actually, I only knew the rest of my day had been a nightmare. I wasn't sure about the others.
From the moment Nudge saw that chipped nail this morning, I was doomed. She spent all day doing up my hair and (shudder) make-up. She claimed that doing all this beauty work on me was much easier than doing it on herself. She complained about every little flaw she saw, and how she'd never been able to see them before.
Not only did all this go wrong, but it was completely horrifying when she told me she was going to wet herself from a bladder explosion. In the end, she ended running into the woods somewhere, and closed her eyes. She was uncharacteristically quiet after that.
Anyway, so here I was now, in a white blouse and long black skirt, using all my imagination to tell myself I was just in sweatpants. I was not in a skirt. Not a skirt. Not a skirt.
I sighed irritably when I slid under the covers and the skirt slid up to. I was in a skirt.
I glared at the wall, trying to take my mind off the unbearable girlishness. That was my first mistake.
My first mistake, because the wall stared back. Hundreds of faces, thousands of eyes. Famous woman, after famous dude. So… many… posters. Once I made eye contact with some random guy from one of the boy bands, I shivered. How could Nudge sleep with so many people staring at her and smiling? It was so creepy. Then I I lost my calm feeling. Mistake number two.
Mistake two, because that's when my head slammed back into the headboard. Why? Because, Nudges head board was metal, and I seemed to be the only member of the Flock that was incapable of controlling my new powers whenever I lost my 'cool', and some metal object decided 'Hey! It's party time! Let's stick to Max's face!'. The same thing happened earlier when Nudge pulled out the Flat Iron for my hair. That did not go over well.
But, one good thing came out of those mistakes. I'd knocked my head so hard, that I knocked myself out and that put me to sleep real fast. No more creepy smiles and eyes.
Sadly, knocking myself out left a nice big knot on the back of my head. That was mistake number three. Nudge was going to kill me tomorrow.
"Lot's and lot's of food for everyone!" Iggy sang, swirling around the kitchen, placing punches that ended and inch from everyone's face. He loved showing off his new eyesight. "Here, Max!" He flipped a pancake onto my plate from across the table.
Iggy was the only happy one. Gazzy demanded he be fed because if he couldn't see it, he wasn't touching it with his hands – unless it was still an explosive, of course. Nudge saw how messy my hair was and I refused to spend an hour on it, so she was sulking. Fang was busy glaring at a pile of eggs for who knows why. Angel rubbed her temples nonstop, no doubt the Voice was throwing a fit.
"So..." Iggy, said with a smile. "France! I've always wanted to see the Eiffel Tower." He glopped a swab of butter onto his third bagel. Only the clinking of forks on plates. Our silence made him frown. "It's not that bad is it guys? I've always imagined it'd be really cool."
"Oh, Iggy, it is." I assured him quickly. "It's really pretty at night. And, if it's raining, the street lights reflect of the puddles. And if you stand right at the edge, it's almost like you're actually flying."
Fang picked up his fork and twirled it between his fingers.
Nudge jumped and spoke up. "You've been? When did you go?" She asked bewildered. "I don't remember going, and I was with you the whole time!" Pieces of bacon showered out her mouth and landed randomly on the table, the floor, or her lap.
I started to open my mouth, then snapped it shut. Flashbacks of Paris shot through my mind. That was when Fang loved someone else, when I was heartbroken, and… when Dylan kissed me for the first time.
Suddenly the clanging of metal clattered across the floor. The top half of the fork Fang had been playing with was broken and halted its run somewhere under the sink. Everyone looked to him, but his blonde curls hung in the way. He shoved a biscuit in his mouth, making it impossible for him to explain his reaction.
"Oh!" I replied halfheartedly. "I'd gone to get some crepes for Total. I'd told you guys I'd be back. I'd kind of just stopped by on the way."
"Oh, well I wish you'd have taken us." Nudge sighed.
"We'll go this time." I assured her. I took a bite of pancake, embarrassed, guilty, and angry. Fang had read my mind. He heard what I thought. I felt so mortified. I took a drink of orange juice. And why'd he have to break the fork?
Better than the table. Fang pushed into my mind.
But the fork was so young! It didn't deserve to die! I couldn't help making a horrified face at him while thinking it. Iggy caught my look and raised an eyebrow, then shook his head as if to say 'These people are weirder than Total.'
Fang glanced over at me and just stared like I was nuts. Max, what are you on?
Fang, I demand you go over there, pick up that fork, and say you're sorry. I put my hands on my hips. Fang continued the look that told me I'd lost it. Determined to keep this from returning back to Dylan, I said even more stuff that didn't make sense, only this time out loud. "Fang. A cold blooded murderer? That fork is gonna come back to haunt you." Then I leaned across the table and whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. "Igggggy… cue the spooky sound effects." Without even asking what was going on, he filled the room with ghost noises. I concentrated on the half of the fork that was still under the sink. It rose slowly and floated it's way to Fang's face. "OoooOOooooo!" I taunted, making my own best ghost noise. "Say you're sorry, Fang."
He raised an eyebrow. "No."
"OOOOOOOOOOOO!" I said louder and more enthusiastically.
"Max, are you insane?" He replied.
Then I remembered something. Something so evil, he would hate me forever. He would give in now, without a doubt.
Fang had never been tickled before, simply because he wasn't ticklish… in his own body, at least. Angel on the other hand, was very, very ticklish. I grinned. I knew exactly where that tickle spot was. "Fang, I'm warning you." I sighed. "I loved Mr. Forky Porky. You are really making him upset."
He shook his head like I was an idiot, which I was not, just to make sure we're clear. "I'm leaving. This is just weird." He pushed his chair back and stood up. Then he did the worst thing he possibly could.
He turned his back on me.
Quicker than you could say 'Holy Freaking Cow!' (I realize I say the word 'freaking a lot. Why, you ask? Because I freaking want to, so just freaking deal with it! Tehee.), I launched myself out of my chair and tackled him to the ground.
"Ow! Max! What the-"
"Tickle! Tickle! Tickle!" I shouted happily. The rest of the Flock lept out of their seats to see what I was up to.
"You know? I've always wondered why people always say, like, the word 'tickle' when they tickle someone." Nudge said to Gazzy. "Isn't it bizarre?"
Fang kicked under me. "Max! Get offfffhahahaha!" He tried to glared at me while keeping a stable voice, but he laughed instead. It was the funniest look I'd ever seen a seven-year-old give. "Ma-aax!"
"Beg!" I cooed. "Beg for mercy!"
The Flock was cracking up behind me, and one of them started to chant. "Beg! Beg! Beg!"
Fang was used to pain, starving, needles, and unbearable situations, but he was not used to this relentless form of torture. This was new to him. Why didn't the Whitecoats just use this? I swore to myself as soon as Fang was back to normal, I would find his tickle spot. This was PRICELESS!
"Get offmerhehehe!" He tried to twist out.
I pinned him and stoped tickling. "Beg!"
He puffed his cheeks angrily. "No!"
I called the Flock closer. "There will be no escape then! Here Nudge! Grab this arm. And you, Gaz! Grab this one! Ig, get his feet!"
"N-n-noooo!" Fang gasped as his limbs were pinned.
"Time for the best part!" I was actually enjoying this way too much. I'll admit, I even giggled. My hands flew up too his armpits, Angel's most well known tickle spot.
"MERCY!" MERCY! "MERCY!" Fang shrieked in both my head and aloud. "I APOLOGIZE TO THE FREAKING FORK!"
"He has a name!" I chided, stopping my attack for a moment.
Fang took a moment to catch his breath, then gave me a defiant stare. I raised my hands, casually threatening him, and wiggled my fingers.
He glanced at the ceiling as if begging God to help him and the blurted out, "I'm sorry I broke you Mr. Forky Porky!"
The others looked to me for confirmation. "He's good." I said and backed up. The others slowly stumbled backward. What was he going to do?
He looked over at Iggy and smiled. "You are so talented, man!" He said seemingly off subject.
"What?" Iggy glanced at me and I shrugged.
"I couldn't concentrate enough while you were tickling, but I think I'll put my powers to good use." Fang explained like we were stupid. H turned his head to me and batted his eyelashes. Uh-oh…
'Uh-oh' is right! He smirked.
"Everyone of you is gonna stay right here until I say to move, k?" He said with that creepy voice Angel used when she controlled people. I felt my head nod unwillingly. "Hey, Ig?" He asked never taking his eyes of me.
Iggy looked like he wanted to puke. "Yah?"
"Since you have Gaz's powers, you're gonna let one loose as soon as I leave."
"Mercy!" Nudge screamed. "Puh-leasssse!"
Fang bowed, beat his chest twice, flashed a peace sign, and moon-walked down the hall before turning a corner.
See you later… if you survive. I heard in my head. And then a green cloud, well, clouded my vision.
Sorry this was so short. I was just wondering if this chapter was easier to read than the first. I thought it was less confusing, but should I keep writing it like this? Please review, I really want to know. And... criticism is very much welcome! I want to make this as good as I can! Nice reviews are great too!
