FPOV
I leaned against a big oak tree, reveling in the shade on a warm, sunny afternoon.
I sighed with pleasure. Things were good. I glanced around at the flock, my eyes landing on Max who was leaning on the cave wall, watching reading a book and paying attention to Angel out of the corner of her eye.
Iggy was to my left, watching the sky with unseeing eyes.
Of course, it was him who started what usually ends up being either an 'Oh-my-gosh-Iggy-I-am-going-to-kill-you-and-why-is-my-favorite-jacket-on-fire-and-what-the-heck-is-a-haffle-phlaff?' or a 'Wow-Iggy-thanks-I-really-owe-you-one-but-you-owe-me-like-three-trillion-and-seven-so-never-mind-I'll-just-lower-that-to-three-trillion-and-six-and-maybe-one-of-these-days-we'll-be-even' situations.
Well, that's just Iggy for ya.
So it's not hard to figure that when he noticed me watching Max in that impossible way of his, I was in for some trouble.
"Fang, man, I would totally make a better boyfriend."
