Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride, or Iggy and Ella.
Gazzy's and my explosion just went off.
"Dang, that sounded good! I think that was our best yet!" I said.
"Umm……yeah," Gazzy said nervously.
"So, what did it look like?" I asked Gazzy. I'm blind, and it totally sucks because it makes me handicapped. Handicapped… "Handicapped" sounds like a mental person in a straight jacket.
"Umm….yeah…..Max is not going to like this," Gazzy said, still nervous.
"Like what?" I asked. I really hate it when people know something before me. It always makes me feel so… handicapped. I hate, HATE being one step behind everyone.
"Yeah, Gazzy, like what? What am I not going to like?"
Max walked in. Dang, how did I miss that?! Busted.
Gazzy was even more nervous. The poor kid was probably shaking. I wasn't, because it took me awhile to figure out what happened.
"Spill it, Gaz! What Happened?" Max said, using her "I am your mother" voice. Fang must have put her in a bad mood. The "I am your mother" voice usually doesn't come until after the lecture.
"The bomb hit Ella's room," Gazzy said quickly. It sounded more like, "ThebomhiEllaroom!"
Of course, Max didn't get that. Her ears aren't as awesome as mine.
"Thhhhheeeeeeee booooooommmmmmmmbbbbbbbb hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttt Elllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa'ssssssss roooooooooooooooomm," Gazzy said, slowly and mockingly.
Okay, FAST FORWARD… I am not going to bother you with the boring lecture Max gave us. Most of the things she told us was all in one ear and out the other. So now, please enjoy my apology to Ella!
"I'MMM HOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Ella yelled when she walked in the door.
"Ummm……Hi Ella," I said.
Ella spun around, or at least it sounded like she spun around.
"Oh, Hi Iggy," Ella said as she put her stuff from school away (or as she unloaded the dish-washer. How would I know?)
"Umm….how was school?" I asked. I didn't want my apology to be all like, "Hey, Ella, I just blew up your room! Isn't that great?!"
"It was school," she answered.
Yeah, all I got was an "It was school." If Max or her mom had asked her that, they would have gotten an answer like this: "OMG, that hot guy in my English class picked up my pencil! And my math teacher needs to take a chill pill, I mean, like, what's his problem?! In his class I'm all RME. And my history teacher's new haircut looks like Total's butt; she seriously needs help ASAP!"
"So, Ella, I'm really sorry." Might as well get this over with, I thought.
"Why are you sorry?" Ella asked. She stopped putting her stuff away, or she was done. (How would I know?)
"I kinda blew up your room," I said, slouching down a little bit. Right then I felt really small, even though I'm six feet tall and Ella's, well, not.
"How can you kinda blow up a room?" she asked. "Did you blow up my room?"
I nodded. Why was this so hard? If I was apologizing to anybody else it would have been easy. For some reason, it's always hard to talk to Ella.
I waited for her to explode like Max would. But instead, she did something much more torturous than that. She took a deep breath and was silent for awhile. I hoped she didn't faint; well, if she did I would have caught her fall.
"Does my mom know about this?" she asked, finally breaking the silence.
"Yes, Gazzy told her." Max made me apologize to Ella and made Gaz apologize to her mom. I wished I was apologizing to Ella's mom and the Gasman was apologizing to Ella. It would have been way easier that way because it's hard for me to talk to Ella and it's hard for Gazzy to talk to adults. Max would have been fine with that, but Nudge had to get involved and it the other way around.
"Ok ay, so I guess me and Max are now roommates," Ella said, surprisingly still calm. When was she going to explode?
"Yeah, I guess," I said, still nervous. I don't know why I'm scared of Ella. No, it's not scared, it's…. I don't know.
"But we still have to get even."
Her tone sounded like she was smiling.
"What do you mean?" I asked. This couldn't be good.
"You have to take me on a date."
Okay, I was really confused. What type of punishment was that?
"What?" I asked, finally not slouching.
"You have to take me on a date," Ella repeated.
"I got that, I…it's… kind of weird." Crap, I thought, I'm blushing!
"How is that weird?" she asked "We need to get even, so you need to take me on a date."
"Okay, it's not weird ." Crap. I was still blushing.
"Friday night good for you?" she asked.
"Yeah, so is it good for you?"
"Sure, I guess," I said, leaving the room.
In the other room I heard Ella talking to her mom.
"So, sweetie, how was school?" her mom asked.
"OMG, that hot guy in my English class picked up my pencil! And my math teacher needs to take a chill pill I mean, like, what's his problem?! In his class I'm all RME. And my history teacher's new haircut looks like Total's butt; she seriously needs help ASAP!" she answered. See, what did I tell ya?
I walked up the stairs to go to my room and think things over.
Last night I had a weird dream with made me want to write this. I will update when I feel like writing again but I need your ideas. So please review and if I use your idea I will thank you in the next chapter. So please review an update depends on the reviews. R/R please writers block sucks I don't know where the date will be. And if you don't know RME stands for rolling my eyes. And if you don't know what to review just said a smiley, please. Thanks for reading. :P