History
A seven-year old Fang ran through the halls of their E shaped house, his breaths shallow and quick. His tiny bare feet padded against the wood floor and his overgrown black hair kept falling into his dark eyes. His black pajama pants kept causing him to stumble on his own feet, making him hit his head on the walls once and a while. Finally he reached his destination and quickly opened the door.
"I-Iggy?" the young Fang whispered shakily, slowly stepping into the room. If it weren't for his enhanced eye sight, he would be tripping over all the things that sprawled over the blonde's floor.
"Mph?" Iggy's croaked out, slowly sitting up and letting the tan blankets fall into his small lap. The seven-year old blonde rubbed his tired, cloudy blue eyes before looking blankly over at Fang.
"I…I had a bad dream…" Fang mumbled, his face burning with embarrassment. Iggy could smile at Fang's blush, but instead he moved over in the bed and patted the spot next to him.
"Come on, you can sleep in my bed tonight." Fang more than willingly jumped up onto Iggy's bed and murmured out a little "thanks" before letting himself pull the covers up around his shoulders. Iggy lay down next to his friend, lying on his side to face the darker boy.
"What was your dream about?" He asked, pushing his messy strawberry blonde hair from his eyes. Fang blew his cheeks out in frustration, not facing the pale boy.
"Stuff," he replied, burying his face in the pillow. Iggy smiled and let out a "fine, fine," before shutting his eyes and the two fell asleep.
"Hey, Fang?" There was a small voice from the little crack in the olive skinned teen's door. He rose slowly in his bed, obviously irritated with someone who would wake him up at freaking two in the morning.
"What?" His voice clipped and he suddenly felt bad when the fifteen-year-old Iggy peeked his blonde head into the room, his blue eyes wide.
"I kind of had a bad dream." He mumbled sheepishly and Fang raised his hand to cup his own forehead and sighed loudly.
"And what am I going to do about it?" The dark haired boy grumbled, his messy hair falling into his face. Iggy frowned and fully stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. The strawberry blonde wore a baggy white T-shirt with grey sweatpants than reached his ankles.
"Well, I figured you'd let me sleep with you." He played with his thumbs, looking down with embarrassment. Fang sighed loudly for effect and moved over, pushing the blankets to the side.
"Only for tonight," He hissed and Iggy quickly ran to the bed, climbing in it, "You better not hog the blankets."
"Yeah, because I totally do that, right?"
"You do! You did when you were seven, and I bet you still do!" The smile on Iggy's lips only widened and he lay down, resting his head comfortably on the fluffy pillow.
"Then consider this paying back your debt!" He exclaimed confidently and Fang could've smacked that smile off his face right then. Instead of having the possibility of the whole house waking up from Iggy's scream, he lay back in his bed and closed his tired eyes.
"That was history, I have no debt to anyone."