Maximum Ride - Overrated

Chapter 3

A/N - Here's a chapter that looks into Iggy a little more! A little filler, but Enjoy!
Also happy new year! Australia just turned over to 2017! Hope everyone has a great year!

~Iggy~

I found myself in the supermarket again. Why was I always the one to do the shopping for the Flock? Although that's true, I did volunteer to go today, in the hopes of seeing Alyssa.

I was stood feeling the cold of the milk section. A part of me wanted to wait for ages so that I could see her again, but the other part of me said 'Hey, you're a blind Avian guy. Get the milk and leave.'

I leant down and picked up the milk and placed it in the trolley.

"You didn't get rice milk that time." I heard the becoming-familiar voice of Alyssa. I smiled and laughed.

"I was actually looking for you." she continued. Oh?

"Really?" I replied. She must've nodded, because she paused before going on.

"I'd like to cook with you. The café I work at is shut today, so I thought we could go in, and share recipes and what not." Alyssa sounded a little nervous. I nodded. I was hoping an opportunity like this would come along. All I ever did with my cooking was guess, and sometimes Gazzy read recipe cards, but cooking with another person is a whole different thing. Maybe while cooking we'd become friends.

With Max's whole talk of wanting to be normal, I realised that in some ways I agreed, but all I really wanted were a few friends outside the Flock to hang out with, and cook even.

"I'd love to. I need to drop of these groceries first though." I explained. I couldn't take all the food to her café. The Flock are big eaters, and the food in the trolley could feed a whole school of human children.

She and I walked to the building our penthouse home is in.

"You live here?" she awed. I shrugged and nodded. From what Angel and Gazzy had described to me about the building, it was fancy and expensive, usually getting reactions like Alyssa's.

"How did you even afford that! Your parents must be millionaires!" she exclaimed. I frowned a little, parents always being a sore subject for me. I told Alyssa she could wait downstairs while I put the groceries away. I didn't want Alyssa to meet the Flock just yet, or even see anything Avian related that might confuse or scare her.

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"You add onion into that?" she questioned. We were in her café, and we were cooking tonnes of different dishes, from potato salads to fish. I nodded in reply.

"It gives it more texture," I justified. I heard the sizzling on the pan as she put the fish into it.

"Did you put olive oil on the pan?" I asked. I didn't think we brought olive oil along.

"No. Of course not! It ruins the fish!" she exclaimed. I tilted my head slightly.

"We'll have to see if that's true then." I answered, making her chuckle a little.

"Iggy, tell me more about you." she said. I scrapped the chopped tomato into the bowl and mixed the salad around in it. I felt my heart race.

"Well there's not much to tell." I replied, trying to ease away from the topic. I didn't want to lie, I never do, but I couldn't tell her the truth either.

"Go on. Siblings? Age? Parents?" she prodded. I leant against the bench, listening to the sound of the sizzling fish.

"I'm 19, I think. I like to forget my age." I lied. She giggled.

"Same! I feel old as a 19 year old!" I grinned at the comment.

"I have 4 sisters and 2 brothers. My parent's are never around to care for us, so my older sister and the oldest sibling, acts as our mum." I explained.

"You have a really big family." I nodded. She went on to tell me about her big brother, and her parents.

Her brother Ben is studying at University to become a Forensic Anthropologist. He's 23 and he's super protective. Alyssa's mother is a Forensic Scientist, and pours her heart and soul into making sure Ben does well. Her Father is the sales manager for some phone company. Both parents earn a lot, and expect Alyssa and Ben to as well.

"I just want to be a Chef, and they don't always support that! Ben's always the favorited child because his aspirations are better, or something. They say being a Chef doesn't earn enough for a living, but I don't care that much! I love it!" she vented to me.

"They push me into Biology, Chemistry, English and even Mathematics Uni classes, hoping ill take a liking to one. Can't they understand I just want to cook?" she sounded frustrated. I nodded. I understood.

All my own life, I've been forced to be something. I've been forced to save the world, and veer away from any sliver or normal life. I love my life now, but only because I grew with it. You can't force anyone to do something they don't love.

I would be dead if I didn't love my wings and the Flock.