Moe: No time to waste! Let's get started!
Angel: Moe does not own Maximum Ride
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(MAX'S P.O.V)
A FEW MONTHS LATER….. LET'S SAY…. 4 MONTHS
"What is a prom?" Angel and Nudge asked Ella in union.
The four of us were sitting in a circle in the room Ella and I shared. Ella had come home from school excited about this "Prom" thing. I know it sounded familiar, but seeing as we never stayed in school long enough, we really had no clue. Jeb now home-schooled us, so we still weren't exposed to this stuff.
"Prom is a really, super, amazing dance!" She squealed in excitement. "It's going to be the greatest night of my life, well second to after my wedding day." Then she went sad. "Well actually the problem with both of those is…. I don't even have a guy."
"Like a boyfriend?" Nudge asked.
Ella nodded. I patted her back in a weird attempt to comfort her.
"There's Dove." Angel said.
I looked around for her. But she wasn't anywhere in sight. I looked confused back at Angel, only to see that those words were directed at Ella.
"Wait, what are we talking about?" I asked, actually kind of demanded.
"Something about Iggy." Nudge guessed, which made Ella sigh.
"It's not fair, you know." Ella said. "I liked him before anyone knew she existed. Maybe she should've just stayed in that damn place like all the other creatures nobody wants."
And she instantly regretted that.
"Oh, gosh, No. Not you guys!" Ella tried back tracking, but the damage was done.
Angel ran off the room crying and Nudge ran after her. I shook my head and got up slowly.
"Max-"
"I think I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight." I answered, before leaving the room.
In the hallway I passed by Dove. And before I knew it, the only words running through my head escaped my lips.
"You're not a creature." I blurted.
Dove looked taken back, and before I said anything else stupid I bee-lined for the stairs.
(IGGY'S P.O.V)
It was rare that Dove and I would be very far from each other for very long. She seemed to understand my craving for sight. We both had an unspeakable agreement never to talk about what happened those months ago. And both went on as though nothing had actually happened.
It was like an hour or so before I usually liked to go to bed when I heard a knock on my door. At this time, I was already dressed, or should I say lack of dress, in my pajamas. Which means boxers. Without paying much attention, I called out for them to enter. And in walked Dove. I always recognized her unusual, hummingbird-like heartbeat.
"Underwear." She commented. I swiftly pulled a blanket over myself.
"Sorry, Love."
"What?"
"Dove…. I said Dove." I lied. What's wrong with me?
Lately I, and apparently Fang (which he pointed out earlier this week), had noticed a lack of attention from me. The ability to focus used to be like a 6th sense. Now it was more like an afterthought. Also my concentration wasn't as it used to be.
The bed shifted under new weight and a hand touched mine. Recently I had gotten so used to the blinding white that it no longer had much effect on me. I simply blinked it away.
The walls in this room were a light blue. I liked how similar it was to the sky. Two sets of bunk beds, one of which I sat on the bottom bed of, took up most space in the room. Only separated by two night stands and maybe 3 inches. The window rested evenly between the beds and above the tables. At the end of each bed was two very tall, wooden dressers. No closet.
I always saved my favorite view for last. Long, raven hair rested on her head in a very lazy, messy bun. Quite a few strand hung down, framing the ghostly, pale face. Which also hid the tips of her pixie-pointy ears. Two very large, cloudy orbs rest on her face below her thin, almost invisible eye brows. Her nose and mouth were small as one would guess an owl's would be. Over the few months, she had gained more weight, but still held the unusual thinness.
"Hey." I smile. She looked confused. "What's wrong?"
"Max." She started.
"Did she do something? I'm sorry, Dove. You just have to ignore her. Unless she hurt you. Did she hurt you?" I interrupted.
"No." She smiled softly. "She said something weird…."
"You just have to ignore her." I repeated.
"No. It was weird… but I think it might have been nice…"
"What did she say?" Now I was confused.
"'You're not a creature' then she went downstairs." Dove said all this slowly, probably still processing it herself.
"That is weird." I confirmed. "But anyways, I can ask her tomorrow for you. I would tonight, but I'm just so ready to hit the sack."
"Excuse me?" She looked worried.
"What?"
"Hit the sack? What is that? Why would you do that?" She placed her other hand on the one that was already holding onto my hand.
"It means sleep." I chuckled.
"Oh." She blushed.
We sat for a few moments, in silence. It got a bit awkward actually. Which was not really normal for us. We had spent a few times in complete silence, but never had it been weird. The atmosphere felt oddly thick now. I looked around the room. Met her eyes again.
"Well-"I started to say as she interrupted.
"I didn't just come to tell you about Max." She rushed.
"Oh." And when she didn't continue, I spoke up. "Then what is it you wanted to talk about?"
"I need to know something."
"Oh, sure thing." I said relieved, but that feeling faded a little when I saw how serious her face was.
Again she didn't continue, so, once more, I did.
"What's up?"
"I wanted to know about what this is?" She lifted her hands, with one of mine still in them.
"It's an amazing ability?" Confused, confused, confused!
She nodded, as though I had actually answered her question. She lightly kissed my hand, then released it. Black slowly outlined my eyes before it was all I could see. I heard her get up from my bed and leave the room. Just like that.
"What the fuck?" I muttered.
(NUDGE'S P.O.V)
"I like Ella." Angel muttered, finally wiping the tears from her face.
We had been in our room for almost an hour after leaving Max's room. And Angel had just now stopped crying. I wasn't annoyed at her sadness length. What Ella said was complete hurtful.
"I know, Angel." I smiled, patting her back. "Sometimes people say stuff they regr-"
"No, Nudge. She only regrets saying it because of us. She does truly wish that on Dove." Angel's eyes filled with tears again. "I like Dove."
I nodded. I liked Dove too. She was funny. Her ignorance was like having a toddler in the house. It was cute. And honestly, she gave Iggy something that we all prayed for. Sight. That was the greatest thing we could have asked for. I think even Max realized that since she had started to let up on Dove.
"Well everyone says hurtful stuff. I'm sure if we give it time-"
"The hate Ella has will grow and boil over until something awful happens?" Angel asked in innocent seriousness.
"Well… no." I answered. Actually out of words for once.
"That's what I think. I like Ella. And I like Dove." She hugged a stuffed bunny close to her chest.
"So do I. But boys can end up getting between girls all the time. It's all part of being a teenager. I read it all in a magazine. And it's like the whole plot to my favorite show. They are called cat fights. Because the girls become 'catty'. Isn't that a funny word? But so suiting. I like ca-"
"Well that's a problem." Angel interrupted.
"What is? Oh, well I know Dylan is allergic, but I still like cats. We just won't get o-"
"No, I mean them fighting over a boy."
"Obviously… but why are you saying that?" I asked
"Because Iggy would never be with Ella. Ella is basically our sister. That's how he sees it. And I guess so do I. But Dove…. Dove is basically like his god."
"God?" I asked.
"Well yeah. She granted his biggest wish."
I nodded in agreement.
"Ella isn't in the same category. Sibling compared to Hero." She imitated a scale, making the hero come up above her head and the sibling rest on the bed.
"However," Angel continued. "Iggy doesn't realize how much he feels for Dove….. Yet."
"Yet?"
"Yet." Angel confirmed.
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Moe: I really am not too happy with this chapter….. So please review and tell me your opinions.