Right after... Disclaimer: Never have I wished more that I own Maximum Ride, if only reality guys were as amazing as FANG!, but James Patterson does.
Chapter Four
Ella's P.O.V
Why did we have to leave? All I wanted to do was see a movie! I mean, ugh! All I wanted to do was sit next to Iggy. I swear, I sweated so much he probably smelt it. I was so nervous! He was right there. So, acting
tres casual, I yawned and I literally felt him tense up beside me. He was still mad! What did I do?
Sighing, I slumped into my seat. Angel and Nudge were chattering away in the seat behind me.
"Why'd we have to go home, anyway?" I asked pettily.
"Because Max and Fang are gone and our fighting defense consists of a blind kid, a six year old, and an eleven year old. Oh, and the human," Iggy said lowly.
Ow. I mean, I know I wasn't part of the Flock, but point it out like that? I felt like the kid sister tagging along with her sister's friends sometimes.
"Wow, thanks Iggy," I snapped.
"Look, it's been a long night. I didn't mean"- he started.
"I don't really wanna hear it," I cut him off.
Unbeknownst to us, at that moment the bus had stopped and on stepped the girl that would later change our lives. Of course, she wasn't that spectacular then, now that I think about it... Well, I thought she was one of
the crazies. Y'know the ones, they come on and BAM! right away you know to stay away. But this one was different.
She walked on and immediatley attention was drawn to her. Partly the blue frizzy curls partly the cage with a mouse in it partly the garbage bag slung on her shoulder partly her outfit. Nudge's intake of breath
showed just how disastrous she thought it was.
A black and red kilt, a ratty old micky mouse shirt, blue and white striped stockings, black combat boots, and a scowl set in black lip stick. She looked like a Punk Scarecrow.
And just when it had been decided that no eye contact would be made and we would keep distance, her eyes landed on us and the scowl turned into an evil looking grin replaced it. She walked towards us
with purpose and stopped right in front of me and Nudge.
"I thought I'd never find you guys!" she laughed.
"Um... Do we know you?" Nudge asked.
"I don't recognize that voice..." Iggy trailed off.
Thank God. If that'd been one of his exes I would've snapped her like a brittle twig. Hee hee. I'm still the sweet sister, trust me. Compared to Max I was an angel.
The girl looked momentarily confused, but Angel piped up, "Nice to see you Frannie!"
"Angel? Who's this?" I asked warily.
"Frenna. She's an old friend of Dr. Martinez's," Angel smiled.
An awkward exchange of glances told me that Frannie wasn't a friend of my mom. But, until proven guilty, I wasn't saying anything.
"Come sit with us, Fran!" Angel grinned.
They awkwardly made room for her and she plopped down happily on the corner.
"So... What's in the bag?" Iggy asked, following the awkward silence.
She shrugged her thin shoulders, "Destiney."
"Destiny? Define it," Iggy's brow furrowed in a cute way.
"It's something my brother said I need to give M"- she explained.
"Max. She needs to give Max," Angel interupted.
"Yeah, so I came," Frannie smiled.
"And what's up with the mouse?" Nudge asked.
"Who? Einstein? I barely go anywhere without him. Daddy says he's my sidekick," Frannie chuckled.
Hearing her laugh startled me, she didn't seem like the happy type.
Frannie's P.O.V
They were really awkward, but ten minutes they were chatting again. As if I weren't hear. Which was kinda good and kinda bad, I mean, what did I expect? But I just enjoyed it. Ignoring the garbage bag
that weighed down my heart. How to fix the situation... Everything was so complicated. What could I do to fix my life? As soon as I figured out I'd-
I looked up to see Iggy wincing and Ella red in the face. My own fault for spacing out, I always miss the drama.
"Iggy!"
"What?"
The sound of Ella's fist connecting with Iggy's arm over and over made me wince mentally. Poor guy.
"Geez! Don't even talk to me! C'mon Frannie!" Ella grabbed my hand and led me down the aisle. I felt five again.
Nudge and Angel followed dutifully, leaving Iggy coming down the aisle grumpily.
We stepped out into the cold night air where Ella stomped down the sidewalk and Nudge ran to keep up with her. Iggy walked slowly enough he didn't walk with them, just sulked on his own. I was about
walk with him, when a little hand grabbed my wrist.
Angel's big blue eyes looked up at me, "We need to talk."
Oh shit.
Iggy's P.O.V
Cradeling my throbbing arm, I muttered curses under my breath.
"Iggy!" Angel scolded me.
Sue me, I'm a fourteen year old male. Frowning, I followed her off the bus. I was about to get off when the bus driver grabbed my arm.
"OW!" I shreiked.
I must say that shreik caused me a lot of greif over the year. Contrary to whatever they tell you, I did NOT sound like Justin Bieber!
"Here's a tip for ya, kid," the old man advised, "
There were three things I was painfully aware of. 1. The driver was still clutching my arm with a death grip 2. He was right. Girls would never make sense. Ever 3. I loved Ella too much to care.
"Thanks for the tip," I whimpered, extracting my arm and getting off the bus.
I shoved my hands in my pockets and walked past Frannie and Angel.
Since when are bus drivers the new Dali Llamas anyways?
So? It was more serious than I'd thought, but I promise the next part will actually be funny. Anyway, Frannie's got a secret! And only Angel, me and ..you know what it is! Insert cute evil laugh here. Suggestions or comments welcome. Sigh, things have been a bit boring lately. Oh well. More writing soon!
Xoxo,
Doomsie