Flying Freedom (ON HOLD)

Chapter 40

Walking out of the room I get pulled into a giant hug. Okay, who is hugging me and why?

"Can't... breathe..." I groan, shoving the person away.

"Sorry," Jackie sheepishly grins. I roll my eyes, smiling. "I'm just SO glad you're okay! I can't believe you would do that for us," her smile faltering.

"Awww no problem. I would do anything for you guys," I reply, waving my hand like it was no big deal. She stares at me.

"Okay, so maybe it was a kinda sorta big deal, but still!" I snicker. She nods.

"So, I heard Twi healed your wings. How do they feel?" Jackie asks, looking excited.

"PERFECT!" I squeal, flapping them. She 'oohs' and 'ahs' for a few moments while I do exaggerated model poses before we both burst into giggles and nearly faint from lack of oxygen. Hmm... Twi stands behind Jackie, motioning me not to say anything. I give a slow nod, but enough where Twi knows it's okay.

"HI!" Twi screams, making Jackie yell in terror and jump two feet in the air. I start snickering and hold my wings open a little to keep myself from falling over. Twi just downright loses it, laughing really loud and making everyone poke their heads out of the nearby rooms to make sure she was okay. Of course, that makes us start laughing more. Everyone else is so confused and the looks on their faces are priceless. A party cannon explodes behind me and I turn to see Peony with a huge smile.

"Dashie!!!" She yells as confetti floats around us. I try not to seem rude as I back away from the hug she offers. When SHE hugs you, you can't escape, breathe, or move in general. Let's just say it isn't very fun. Flapping my wings, I hover in the air a few feet and think about what to do. I could fly back into my room and read with Preston... I could also head down for a snack. Yeah, let's do that - I'm actually really hungry. I flap downstairs and into the kitchen. The sight is hilarious. Jerome freezes when I fly in. Around him is a giant mess mostly of flour and butter. How does that even happen? In his hand is a medium-sized piece of butter. Somewhat melted. Umm...

"I was TESTING it..." He sheepishly tells me.

"Mhmm..." I snicker, grabbing a bowl. He nods. I pour myself a bowl of cereal and grab a thing of yogurt. Ooh peach - my favorite! Sitting down, I am about to take a bite but then Flit flies into the room.

"Dash! You're awake!" She grins. I nod, chewing. She comes over and gives me a big hug. Or, rather, what is a light hug but big for Flit - she doesn't give out many. Grabbing a plate, she takes some toast and sits down next to me. Ironically Jerome has still tried not to be not to be noticed but by the look on her face I can see she is having trouble not laughing. Snorting, Flit quickly coughs to cover it up, making ME start giggling. Soon both of us are dying because Jerome tried to inch out the door but left a trail. Then Mitch came over and yelled at him to clean it up. Can you see why we started laughing? Twi walks into the room, probably wondering what the yelling and hysterical laughter was about. Once she sees the mess Jerome created she loses it. How did he even manage that?!?

"Twiiiii..." Jerome draws out.

"Yesss?" Twi mimics him.

"Can you PUH-LEASE clean up the mess with your magic?" He pleadingly asks, even batting his eyes for emphasis. Twi's grin vanishes.

"NO. Like Mitch said, YOU need to clean it up! Isn't that right, Mitchypoo?" She asks, wrapping her arms around his waist while he nods. I can't help but snicker at that.

"Dashhhhh... Can you please help? Of COURSE she would take his side..." Jerome begs me. I shake my head and out my dishes away. "Oh COME on!!! Flit?" He tries. Too bad she JUST walked out of the room.