Disclaimer: here's my first Figgy story. Fang and Iggy just don't know how to tell each other…well, I guess boys will be boys. I'll write more if you want me to. Please review and tell me what you think!!!!
Claimer: cheez puffs
This is the story of two boys; one a thinker, one a talker. Two nameless boys, no different than any other. There was the golden boy, Iggy, with light blonde hair and cobalt eyes, which couldn't see, but let his emotions run freely. But then there was the darker boy, Fang, the one who preferred to stay in the shadows, and watch his surroundings rather than be a part of them, who seldom wore his heart on his sleeve. They both had countless differences, but it is these differences that made them stronger.
The boys were friends; there was no question about that. But when the others went to bed, when Iggy and Fang were left alone, they often learned many things about each other, and were inseparable. But sometimes, in the comfort of their own beds, and in the comfort of their own rooms, long after the fires and dwindled to more than nothing, they often thought. Could they ever become more than friends?
On one particular day, the Iggy sat on the edge of a cliff, surrounded by falling snow and lost in his own thoughts of Fang. Flakes landed gently on his blonde hair, but he didn't bother to wipe them off. He was completely taken the stunning, awing stillness of that cold morning in mid-December. His clear cobalt eyes saw nothing, but, if he sat still long enough, he could paint a picture of his atmosphere in his mind's eye.
Footsteps crunching behind Iggy in the distance brought him out of his trance. He knew it was the darker boy, Fang, as he had the heaviest footsteps in the world. The golden boy couldn't help but smirk to himself.
"Thinking about me, eh?" smiled Fang, after seeing Iggy's smirk. They both snickered.
"So, Fang, May I ask what you are doing out here?"
"I can ask you the same question." Drat, Thought Iggy, he always knows how to get me..
"But Iggy, just what are you doing out here?"
"Oh…well, I was just thinking about you—I mean…I was thinking about the weather. It's so cold out. I can almost imagine how beautiful it looks...…" Iggy couldn't help but bring up small talk. Fang just made his mind do all sorts of strange things.
"Mmhhmmm…beautiful." Fang agreed, except he wasn't talking at all about the weather. He scooted closer to Iggy, hoping to get out of the cold for a few minutes. He could see Iggy was shaking.
"Iggs, why are you shaking?"
"J-j-just a bit cold... That's all…" Although, in fact, it was not.
"Here, I'll help." Fang stretched his lean arms around his shivering friend, and pulled him close. Iggy relaxed with the sudden gain of warmth and having wanted to be like this with Fang for so long… so long…
"You weren't thinking about the weather, were you Iggy." Fang whispered, already knowing the answer.
"No."
They both knew that they couldn't be just friends forever. But right now, they were content to sit and share each other's warmth, in the middle of a snowy heaven.