Because I am a crazy person with absolutely no inspiration, I'm going to try and use an overused topic with Fang's dad as a drunkard just because. The story is AU and fished out of the dangerous depths of my mind :U Don't blame me for not planning this story at all but at least it's FUN so hop on, people. Choo choo!

The bottle fell from his hand and impacted with the floor, spraying a hundred tiny pieces of glass with a sharp clatter. I knew I was in trouble.

"Get out." His voice was dangerously low, and I instinctively took a step torward the open door. He was acting like a crazed dog; and probably would react like one too, meaning no sudden movements. But then again, I was his son. Surely he wouldn't -

"I SAID, GET OUT!" he shrieked, grabbing another bottle and hurling it torward me. I ducked just in time, heart pounding. I grabbed ahold of the wall to regain my balance and swung myself out of the doorway and into the cool night.

Our little neighborhood was so packed together, no man could really tell his land property apart from his neighbors. Every house was dark; asleep, except the one I had just exited. No surprise there, really, it was nearly four a.m. With a look over my shoulder, I noticed that a few lights were coming on due to the commotion my idiot father had just caused. I'd been kicked out of the house four times already (with each ban lasting at least a few days but getting longer and longer), and summer had only just begun.

It seemed as soon as my parents divorced, he'd taken alcohol as his new wife. I didn't like it at all, of course, and neither did the neighbors. It wouldn't be much of a shock if the police showed up one night.

With my hands in my pockets, I walked to the only place that would take me in.

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"Meow."

Silence.

"Meow, you idiot, meow!" I half growled, half whispered into the cool air. What was I doing here, fifteen feet high on a delicate branch that could break any second and send me tumbling to the ground headfirst?

Iggy must be deaf instead of blind.

"Fang?" came the slow, groggy reply out the window.

"Who else climbs up the tree next to your bedroom meowing? Crap, man, I almost gave the dirt a nosedive." I slid in through the narrow window, clenching my teeth as the low screen scraped my back.

"Not cool," Iggy muttered. "We need a new signal anyway. Meow's so last year."

"Remind me who exactly came up with that," I retorted with a glare.

Iggy held up his hands. "Hey, remember who's offering you a first-class" - at this, both of us gazed incredulously at the mess that had been building up for the past seventeen years - "room to sit your lazy ass in every other night."

"Lazy?"

"Lazy," Iggy confirmed.

"Remind me who exactly has the abs around here."

"...Me," Iggy argued feebly, knowing he'd lost.

"Try again," I taunted, enjoying this.

"Iggy?" A knock sounded at the door, and with an alarmed glance at the blond kid, I dove under his bed.

Side effects from that include:

a) a back injury from it being too low

b) a leg injury for it being too short

c) brain scarring from the mysterious things down there

"It's just Gasman," Iggy explained, crouching next to me with his tone full of amusement. "It's cool, Fang."

"Gazzy." I'm way too paranoid. Who did I think would be knocking on the door? A pearly pink eraser, out for blood? It felt wrong, being at the Nickelson house in the wee hours of the morning. I crawled out of the cramped area with a flush. "Hey, man."

Gazzy's eyes were wide. "I didn't know you were here, Fang. And, um..." He shifted to look at something behind me. "Can I have that teddy bear back?"

I blinked at him, confused, until Iggy motioned to the fluff that was stuck to my pants. My eyes widened.

I tore the stuffed bear off my rear with difficulty - it seemed it had stuck to the seat of my pants with some mystery gum. Reminder: vaccuum Iggy's room tomorrow, as well as his head.

"What are you even doing up, big guy?" Iggy frowned.

"Angel woke up," Gazzy explained. "She wanted Celeste." He rolled his eyes, took the bear back from me, and walked back to his room.

"Angel's creepy," Iggy said once he'd left. "Somehow, she always gets people to do whatever she wants." We both shivered. I'd always been a little cautious around the little she-devil with the big blue eyes.

Iggy picked up a stray mini basketball, threw it in the air, and punted it at the lightswitch with amazing accuracy. Considering his lack of sight.

"Night, dude." He kicked over a sheet and a pillow. How long until I could sleep in my own bed this time?

"Night, Ig." How long until I could go home? I couldn't stay at Iggy's house every time my dad got pissed.

Suddenly, I had an idea.

I didn't sleep much that night.

WHAT COULD FANG'S CREEPY LITTLE MIND COME UP WITH. Reviews are luff c: