"Ian...?!?!?" Mitch said, disbelief lacing his voice. He was struggling to keep his wings from giving out and putting him in the pool, as he stared at his friend with wide eyes.

Ian was standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face, his arms crossed. "Yes, that is my name Mitch." He said with a light laugh.

Mitch flew forward, stopping as he felt his feet hit the concrete. "B-but...! Why...? When...?" Mitch said, extremely flustered. Mitch continued to fumble over words until he finally took a deep breath. "How long?"

"Two days." Ian said, holding up two fingers, earning a loud and exasperated sigh from Mitch.

The Benja face-palmed, dragging his hand down his face. "It was you in the window then?" Ian replied with a nod.

"Yup." He said. "and I had no idea how to respond, at first..."

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*the day before...*

Ian yawned as he placed his headset on his desk, finally finished editing the Hide and Seek video he had recorded with the others earlier that day. Ian sat silently as he thought about what had happened in that recording. He tried to push it out of his mind, but he just couldn't. He knew that sound wasn't to the fault of a microphone (Ian would know, he has broken his quite a few times. He got Jason to fix it.). But Ian also had no idea what the sound could have been.

Sighing loudly, he slid back into his chair, gazing at the time on his computer. It read '1:03'. "Geez... How did it get to be so late?" he mumbled to himself. He thought about it, and concluded that it was the dozens of times he had to censor/edit out the excessive swearing of both Adam and Ty. PG content people.

Ian stood, about to jump in his bed, when he heard something strange. He froze, listening again. And there it was... a whooshing sound, outside of his window. Ian walked slowly to his window, freezing again as he saw a flash of white through the blinds.

What the hell was that...? Ian thought to himself, hurrying to the window, and pulling down one of the blinds so he could see outside. What he saw made his eyes shoot wide open.

"No way..." he whispered to himself.

Outside of his window was Mitch, but he was flying. Ian watched with wide blue eyes as Mitch flew around the yard, doing flips, twirls, you name it, and he was probably doing it. In the air. With a pair of huge white wings. That was the part that Ian couldn't believe.

"I am not seeing this..." Ian mumbled as he continued to watch. "I must be really sleep deprived..."

But as he continued to watch for what must have been a half hour, the more he thought that what he was seeing was real.

Ian watched as Mitch landed onto the pavement, his wings stretched widely behind him. Ian jerked back from the window, the blinds making a sharp 'click' as they smacked together.

Ian backed away from the window, a million thoughts running through his head as he sat on the edge of his bed. But the main thought was...

"Why does Mitch have wings?!?!?" he asked himself.

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"Mitch! Get down here before I let Jerome and Adam eat your bacon!" Ian yelled, slapping away Jerome's hands as he set a plate of eggs and bacon on the table. He heard snickers from Ty and Jason behind him. "Mitch!!!" Ian yelled once again.

Ian handed Mitch his plate as he walked in, observing the sleepy Benja. Mitch looked like a tired mess, just like the day before. His hair was a mess, and his hoodie was zipped up all the way. "How does he keep those huge things under there anyways?" he mumbled.

"What was that Ian?" Quentin asked as he grabbed more eggs from the frying pan.

"Nothing."

Quentin shrugged as he walked back to his seat, watching with a slightly disgusted look as Jerome and Adam wolfed down their food, eagerly asking Ian for more. Ian groaned as he put more food on their plates, watching as the two fought over who could use the last of the syrup.

"Hey guys, have you seen the pool?"

Everyone's attention averted to Ty as he talked about how there were white feathers around the backyard, pulling out one from his pocket. Ian watched with wide eyes, recognizing the pure white feather. His gaze trailed over to Mitch, who had wide eyes as his face paled. He quickly excused himself, running out of the room.

"What's up with him?"

"I don't know, but he didn't finish his bacon."

Ian watched worriedly, contemplating whether he should talk to him or not, seeing as he knew why Mitch was being so strange. Ian pushed the thought out of his head as he heard loud protests behind him (Jerome had stolen some of what used to be Mitch's bacon from Adam), and instead put his mind to making more bacon so that Jerome and Adam wouldn't be the start of World War III.

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*present*

"... and now I am here talking to you." Ian said, ending his explanation.

Mitch had listened silently, sighing once Ian finished. "But... no one else knows about this... right?"

Ian thought for a moment. "Not that I know of... If anyone would know, it would be Ty, seeing as he found your feathers, but I don't think he knows they are yours. But, why does it matter if they know? Why do you not want them to know?"

Mitch looked away, his voice lowering a bit. "I just.... Don't want them to think I am a freak, that's all."

"Do you think I see you that way? I still see you as the same old Canadian we all love Mitch. If it helps, I promise not to tell. You can always talk to me if you want though."

Mitch smiled whole-heartedly, glad that Ian didn't think differently of him. Mitch reached for his hoodie, but was stopped by Ian, who was stuttering.

"B-before you go inside," Ian stuttered, "Can I feel your... wings? They just look so soft."

Mitch rose an eyebrow, but shrugged, turning around. "That's fine, just be careful."

Ian walked over, Mitch letting his wings relax for Ian to touch them without having to reach too much. Mitch felt his wings tense up a bit as Ian grabbed them lightly, but he willed himself to stay calm. But he felt Ian touch by where his wings connected to his shoulderblades, and a huge shiver ran down his spine as his wings shot open with immense speed, and Mitch felt one of them thwack against something as a yelp of pain filled the air.

Mitch spun around to see that Ian was holding his nose, wincing in pain. "Crap Ian I'm sorry!" Mitch said with a wince as Ian took his hands off of his nose, revealing that it was red, with blood dripping from it as well. "It was just reflex I swear!"

Ian just laughed, covering his nose again. "It's fine dude. I should probably head in and clean this up though."

Mitch nodded and the two headed inside, Mitch wrapping his wings quickly around his waist (he felt like he had mastered doing that at this point), as he slipped his hoodie on.

"So that's how he does it..." Ian mumbled.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!"