Calling The Migration!
Gwen's P.O.V.
"Well…this was really fun," Alex stated, laying back in the sand.
"Yah, I'd like to do this again sometime. Just chill and not have to worry about Erasers attacking, ya know?" Storm sighed as he tried to ease a sleeping Ebony off his arm before he lost all feeling the limb.
"It's a good to know that we'll stick together through thick or thin. And that every once in a while we can just be kids and run around like we were born yesterday," Jace nodded.
"I think we should go get the sand out of the places where the sun don't shine," Kale said bluntly. We all laughed and reclined, pretty exhausted.
"Well... I guess we should go change, incase anything happens…" I shrugged. Everyone gave an exasperated sigh as they forced theirselves up on unsteady legs.
Ebony jerked awake and smacked Storm.
"You woke me up!" She pouted, her words slurred.
"Beauty sleep isn't helping you much, anyway," Ice teased. Ebony was now fully awake and she climbed to her feet and bolted to get a swing in on Ice.
"You immature, sarcastic, moron!" Ebony shrieked as she slapped him over the head, Flair enjoying every minuet of it, "I bet you couldn't pull off a strapless bikini anyway!"
"That's true," Ice grinned as he held his arms up to fend off the blows, "first of all because I don't have boobs, and secondly because I'm not a chick."
Ebony got all her frustration out before she huffed, spun around, and grabbed Melee's arm, proceeding to stomp away.
"Where are you going?!" Storm called after her.
"To go eat a gluten free bagel and change!" She screamed over her shoulder. We all followed, Alex toting the ginormous beach bag along with her and me with a beach ball tucked under my arm.
Once we made it to the restroom Ebony ordered Melee to get in the showers. Melee claimed she knew how to take care of herself. Ebony started barking out more safety precautions like 'leave your flip flops on or you'll get athletes foot' and 'if you get shampoo in your eyes don't rub it in'. I usually just smile in nod, because if you tick Ebony off its like throwing your own life on the line. I know, it's weird. The usually soft spoken Ebony can become such a mother bear some times.
"Hand me your bathing suit!" Ebony called to Melee. Melee sighed and tossed her swim suit out of the shower to Ebony. Ebony washed it off in the sink and started drying it under the hand dryer.
Melee took only ten minuets, causing Ebony to fret and check behind the girl's ears like Melee had a deadly disease. Ebony scrambled to pull Melee out a fresh pair of clothes, immediately ordering the rest of us girls to start washing our dirty clothes. I could already tell that we were going to be in this bathroom for a long time.
Well long, and I mean long, story short we all took our showers and washed our clothes. Now Alex was sitting under the hand dryer, brushing her hair as the device rattled and sputtered, spitting out warm air. Flair sat on the counter near the sinks, kicking the button every time the dryer cut off. She folding our bathing suits and extra clothes and neatly laid them back in the bag. Melee was asleep in the corner, laying on a quilt that we stole a few weeks back. She had it clumped up like it was a little bed and she was snoozing soundly. Melee tried to keep up her act, but on the inside she's just a little girl who does get tired, and sick of all this. Ebony wrung the water out of her hair and draped our towel over the curtain rod.
Yes, we all share a towel, and many other things like a hairbrush, soap, toothpaste, a washcloth, hair bands, razors, and every once in a while we share clothes. I just thank god that we get our own toothbrushes. The boys are in the same situation as us, except Jester refuses to take a bath so they have to forcefully hold him in the shower.
Thinking of Jester, I realized that he was probably asleep and the boys were probably drawing on his face or torturing him. The poor little guy.
"I'm gonna go get Jes," I told the girls as I unlocked the bathroom door and hurried over to the boys' side. Their door wasn't locked, which told me they were decent. I opened the squeaky, stubborn door and found out that I was dead wrong.
They all stood in their boxers, quarreling over something. Their clothes were tossed everywhere and don't even get me started on their looks. I made a mental note to later ask Jace why he had a giant brown stain on his underwear. It was probably from their chocolate prank they pulled on him days ago, but you could never be to sure. I cleared my throat, hoping to get their attention. They still hadn't noticed me.
"BOYS!" I snapped. They all fell silent and slowly looked over, like it was a thing from a horror movie. All the color flushed from their faces and jaws dropped. They didn't move. I burst into a fit of giggles.
"Get out!" Ice ordered as he started to shove me.
"Y'know, there's this amazing invention on the door called a lock. Try using it sometime!" I barely got out while I was gasping for air.
"Out!" They all screamed at the same time. Then I remembered why I came in here. I spotted Jester curled in a ball laying outside the showers. He was still in his tidy whities because Dylan just couldn't be responsible for once and dress the poor kid.
"I just came for Jes. I didn't plan on being mentally scarred," I explained, slipping out of Ice's grip and scooping up the seven year old. He was smaller than any other seven year old I've seen. He looked more like he was five. His blue hair was at least dry, but it wasn't brushed so it stuck up in all directions. His little green wings laid perfectly against his back and he looked like an angel. A neon angel, but you get the point.
"Give me his clothes," I sighed with an outreached hand. Dylan studied the floor, picking up Jes's shirt and shorts. Why wasn't I surprised? He slapped them down into my hand and grinned like he had really accomplished something.
"Dylan," I started, my voice sounding bored, dull, and blunt, "put on some pants."
He frowned and scrambled to jerk up some blue jeans.
"That's mine," Kale laughed, tearing them from Dylan's hands.
"Which ones are mine?" Dylan asked.
"The blue ones," Kale smiled.
"Kale! They're blue jeans! They're all blue!" Jace snapped.
"Well sorry," Kale frowned. And thus started the bickering again.
"I'm sending Ebony over," I grumbled as I turned to leave.
"Go! I gotta pee!" Storm whined as he shoved me out the door and locked it with a click.
I let go of my laughter as I rushed back into the ladies room, carrying a sleeping Jes with me.
"You won't believe what I just saw!" I announced as I hurried in and slammed the door.
"What did you see?" Ebony questioned as she brushed her brown hair out of her soft, blue eyes and took Jester from me.
"The boys," I snickered, "don't have pants on!"
Flair snorted, causing us all to laugh.
"So they just stood there?" Alex asked, bewildered after I explained the scene in great detail.
"Yah! And then they started fighting over who's pants were who's!" I grinned.
"I should probably go over there and help," Ebony stated as she dressed Jes and placed him beside Melee. I could tell she was trying to hold back laughter.
"Oh! Tell about Jace's mysterious stain again!" Flair cackled.
"I don't even want to think about it," I shook my head. Ebony finally let her hysterical giggles out.
A knock at the door interrupted us. Alex slowly opened it, peeking out to investigate.
"It's Dylan!" She yelled as she slammed the door quickly.
"Great, how do we get rid of him?" Flair frowned, getting up.
"Like this," I smiled devilishly as I opened the door to find Dylan finally in a pair of pants, but his shirt was no where to be found and one pant leg was wet from where it had been laying in a puddle of water, hopefully it was water.
"We're going…" he started.
I gasped frantically and interrupted him. "You found your pants! That's great sweetie," I beamed like I was talking to a three year old...ok so technically I was, but…
"Yah, like I was saying…" he tried again.
"Where's your shirt?"
"Good lord, woman! I put on pants, what more could you want from me?!" He was agitated now.
"Ok, well, nice talking to ya!" I chirped as I ruffled his perfectly combed hair and closed the door in his face, hurrying to lock it and attempting to cover my mouth so I would burst into laughter. The girls snickered.
"IM GOING TO GET A PIZZA!" He screamed through the door.
"Have fun!" Flair shouted back. We heard him stomp away. Ebony slapped me a high five and Alex and Flair chuckled some more.
"Would you all please stop vibrating your epiglottis and making it half-close over your larynx so I can sleep!?" {A/N: thats fancy peoples talk for "laughing"} Melee snapped as she sat up, looking tired.
"I'm going to answer this in Kale's words," Flair grinned, "Big words hurt brain!"
Melee groaned and laid back down, shoving Jes off her. What can I say? The boy likes to cuddle. {A/N: no! There's is not going to be JELEE OR MESTER, you sickos}
We eventually got everything packed up and then went to the boys' side and packed up their crap that they left sprawled everywhere. At least they all put on clothes. I mean that is a MAJOR relief. They must've seriously went to get a pizza because I couldn't find them.
"Ok, where to put camp…" Ebony tapped on her chin, thinking. This restroom was practically abandoned and somewhat run down. A street was in front of us, but it was now dark and night masked our presence. Street lights were the only thing enabling us to see at this point, those and the ginormous sign that glowed and pointed to a club. You could hear the music and cheering people from here.
"Back there," Alex said, pointing to some dense brush behind the bathrooms.
"Sounds great, now all we have to do is wait for…" Ebony nodded and ranted on.
"I got PIZZA!" I heard Kale's voice scream. I spun around and there he stood, carrying seven boxes of pizza.
"Good!" Flair was almost drooling over the scent.
Melee fumbled out of the bathroom, dragging the quilt behind her and looking back to make sure a rather tired, and mostly still asleep, Jes followed. He was rubbing his eyes and he just looked so darn cute.
"Do I smell p-…" Jes started.
"Pizza!" Melee cheered, perking up a little.
"Ok, well we need to set up camp somewhere before we eat…" Dylan mumbled, his eyes scanning the perimeter.
Melee rolled her eyes and telekinetically pushed Dylan's head in the direction of the brush.
"I've got it!" Dylan smiled down at us, yes for some reason him and Storm are taller than the rest of us, "We'll sleep in the brush!"
"Hurray! A round of applause to the Dylan Clone!" Flair clapped, sarcastically.
"Ha ha, your soooo funny," Dylan stuck his tongue out at Flair.
"I am, aren't I?" She teased. Ice made a gun out of his hands and acted like he shot Flair in the head with it. She punched his shoulder and stomped on his foot.
Ice tackled her and pinned her.
"Tell me you love me..." Ice swooned as he looked down at her.
"No!" Flair hissed.
"Say it!"
"Never!"
"SAY IT!"
"Fine! I love you!" Flair gave in with a sulk. Ice pecked a kiss on her lips.
"I HATE YOU!" Flair cried as she got up and dashed into the brush.
"Yup, just like old times," Ice nodded, chasing after her.
"Are we going to be eaten by alligators?" Jes asked, clasping onto Kale's hand.
"No…" Kale said, uneasy.
"Brawr! I'mma alligator!" Jace teased, jumping in front of Jes and clapping his hands down like an alligator's jaws.
"Feed it the pizza!" Jes shrieked, playing along.
Finally after fifteen minuets of Dylan and his 'everything must be perfecto!' fuss we sat down on our quilt and started eating pizza...or at least tried to. The boys insisted that they feed us. I had a bad feeling about this.
Dylan's grin gave it away. I could tell he was smirking behind his piece of pizza. Melee sat near him and picked the pepperonis off her pizza and suck it on his. Dylan always had a fondness for pepperonis, but I'm positive he was smiling over the extra meat.
The boys had something planned.
I was sitting criss-cross-apple sauce, or whatever you want to call it, and Jes was sitting on my lap wolfing down his second piece of pizza.
"Kale! Give me a piece!" I whined.
"Chill," he smiled as he opened a box. The smell of pizza loomed under my nose.
"Kale!" I snapped. He smiled and picked a slice up. He held it right in front of my mouth. I leaned forward to snatch a bite and missed because the big bully, Kale jerked it away.
"Eh eh eh! Not so fast," he shook his finger at me.
"Give. Me. The. Food," it was only four words, but you should fear them. I hadn't eaten all day and swimming really makes your stomach growl. If he didn't hand over the pizza in three seconds I was going to strangle him.
That is not a threat, it's a promise.
Kale smacked me in the face with the pizza.
Yes, you read right.
He just picked it up...and slapped me in the face with it.
Why? I have no idea, but I was fuming mad.
"Kale Arbrown you are so DEAD!" I cried, leaping forward. He had a look of pure fear etched on his face. He knows that when I use his last name he's in big trouble.
"Uhhh…" he squeaked as I slugged him.
"You suck!" I boomed as I smacked him again.
"It was just a joke!" He started to laugh.
"You are so friggin' immature! Ugh!" I growled as I grabbed a napkin and wiped my face off. Luckily not much of it had gotten in my bangs, or there would no longer be a Kale in this story.
Long story short I got him back by shoving Jes's piece of pizza practically up his nose. This resulted in a pizza fight, which Dylan interrupted claiming that we all needed to eat and if we wasted another slice of pepperoni he was going to kill us all in our sleep. Lets just say those pizzas didn't last five minuets. We determined that Storm was the Pizza King. He ate two whole pizzas in three minuets flat. It was ah-mazing.
We all laid down, bellies mostly full and feeling sparkly clean. We dozed off.
-Da Next Mornin'-
Yup. Of coarse I'm the first one up. Figures.
I yawned and glance around. Tucked between me and Kale was a certain blue haired joke-ster with a half eaten slice of pizza still gripped firmly in once hand. Kale's wing was draped over us. I slowly peeled it off and folded it in for him, and safety laid it against his back. I sat up, trying not to wake anyone.
Quietly I slipped out of my spot, tiptoeing off the quilt. The sun was rising and I knew we'd needed to get back to the road soon. I licked my finger and bent down, sticking it in Dylan's ear.
"KILL THEM FIRST! KILL THEM FIRST!" Dylan shrieked, jerking up in a cold sweat.
Everyone else woke up to Dylan's screaming. They all glared at him. I stood there, cackling like a wet hen. Dylan frowned at me.
"You she devil!" He narrowed his eyes.
"C'mon! We gotta go!" I giggled.
-later that day- {A/N: They are now on the same day as The Flock}
Hmmm…what to do…what to do…
"I spy…" Jester started for about the millionth time today.
"I hate playing this game with you! You always change the color so I can't get it!" Ice pouted. Jes frowned.
"I'm so bored!" He whined. Kale had him sitting on his shoulder and Jes was having a good time changing people's hair color. This one lady looked in her compact mirror and literally flipped out screaming about her new bright orange highlights like the world had just ended.
'Gwen...' Angel's voice rung in my head.
'Long time no...think,' I thought back.
'We need you all. We need the Migration. Max has gone into labor, Redneck is dead, and Chu is responsible. We need you. The Herd, The Dark Angels, and Erasers are pounding us. Please...' That's the first time I've heard her voice that desperate.
'We're on our way,' I thought back, my voice hardening and sounding almost heroic.
I swiped my wings out, in public mind you, and took off.
"Duty calls," I shouted down to the others.
They rose, wings stroking, above a crowd of gasping humans.
"Home?" Dylan raised an eyebrow.
I gave a curt nod.
We flew as fast as we could in the direction of home passing upwardly raised phones, disposable camera clicks, and pure, utterly shocked faces.
We're coming home.
Migration to the rescue!
I'm so sorry, I know. This isn't a fight scene. Please don't be mad, the fight scene will come tomorrow for sure. The more reviews you give the faster the chap. will be out.
-again I'm really sorry!