My Life As Yours Featherly
Disclaimers: We own nothing!
"LOOK THE FAIRLY ODD PARENTS IS ON!" Fang sat on the couch with a bowl of Fruit loops minus milk in his hand, yelling through giggles, "HIS PINK HAT LOOKS SO STUPID!" He picked up a handful of the cereal and threw it in the air like confetti, still laughing.
At Fang's shouting, I ran in, "WHAT THE HECK DID YOU DO? Oh no, not the Fairly Odd Parents AGAIN! You do know that you're going to clean this up?"
"NO!" Fang protested, pouting.
I held up a can of French Green Beans, "Don't make me throw this at you," I warned.
"Still not doing it!"
I whipped the can toward Fang's head, it hit the wall and landed on the couch beside him. Fang screamed like a five year old girl and frantically began attempting to slide as far away from the can as possible. He soon realized that he couldn't get very far, so he got up and ran into his room to write depressing poetry.
Nudge's head appeared above the couch, with Fruit Loops in her hair.
"Nudge, what were you doing behind the couch? Wait, I don't want to know." I said to her.
"I was collecti-"
"I don't want to know." I repeated. She shrugged her shoulders and skipped off into her room. I followed her, but went into the room next to hers, Fang's. "I have arrived! Bow down at my presence!"
Fang sat on his bed, the poetry book pressed up on his face, at my announcement, he lowered the book, "Do you mind?"
"Not at all. Show me what you wrote," I ordered. When he just sat there, I walked over there and snatched the book out of his hand.
French Green Beans are Scary
In my dreams we live on a Prairie
Surrounded by French Green Beans and their spork minions
Sometimes we are forced to eat carrots
"Are you kidding me?" I asked. Deciding that this stupid book had to go, I walked over to the window and began tearing out the pages. I was only able to tear out the most recent poem and set it free in the breeze before Fang came over and grabbed the book. I pounced on him, but he lifted up his arm with the book in it so I couldn't reach it. "You seriously thought that lifting the book up would stop me? I have wings you idiot!"
"So do I," he shot back.
"Very true..." so I just continued to jump and try to get the book.
Crash!
"What did you do, Fang?" I asked him.
"Nothing!"
"Oh no, my statue of Fang in my closet fell! Part of his arm fell off! Oh no! I guess I'll just have to make another one." a voice on the other side of the wall said. It was probably Nudge since her room is next door.
Fang and I continued to look at the wall, until we both turned away, met each others gaze, and turned back toward the wall. "Wow, people really need figured out that you're taken," I said, breaking the silence.
"I'm taken?" he asked. Oh that was the last straw, I began slapping him silly. "OW! MAX STOP! OH COME ON! REALLY?"
After about five minutes of slaps, I walked over to his creepy corner, and sat down. The walls were covered with pictures of Hershey Bars and Mickey Mouse, "Wow..."
"Hey! Thats my corner!"
"Maybe next time you'll think about what you say!"
He walked over to me, grabbed my hands, and tried to pull me up. I resisted, and stayed planted on the floor. Until he finally just gave in and leaned down to pick me up. Against my will he grabbed me, we walked over to the bed where he dropped me on the soft blankets. I pushed him away a jumped off the bed. I started tickling Fang. I started hearing giggles from Fang I've never heard before.
I kept on tickling him until he fell to the floor.
"Stop, stop, stop!" he said, laughing.
"You fell to the floor! Ha! You never fall to the floor when you are being tickled because that means you will be tickled even more so ha!"
The door opened, but Fang's giggles were too loud to hear the knob turn, it was Iggy. "Hey Fang, why was I stepping on cereal outside? Were you watching..." he heard Fang and my laughter, and stopped, "what's going on here?" he asked suspiciously.
We both said nothing, hoping he would go away, he didn't. "Fang, Max, WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?"
Fang looked at me and I started talking, "Ummmmm... nothing. Fang was acting like a jerk, as always," he tapped my arm and gave me a 'are you kidding me?' look, "and I was tickling him."
"Whatever you say..." his voice trailed off as he left the room.
Deciding I needed fresh air after that interesting moment, I climbed out the window, and flew in place for a moment. My eyes were locked on the sun, until I felt something heavy on my back. "RIDE HORSEY!" I heard someone shout.
I could see black wings, and immediately knew who it was. "FANG!" I pushed him off and slowly began lowering myself to the ground.