AN: ILuvMyFangPlushie here.
Thank you Glitters for reviewing. I will try and make it longer.
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It'd make me happy.
Anyways, sorry for not updating yesterday, I just didn't feel like it.
Fang's story is in italics. The story story is in normal print.
RAINING STUFFED PIGGIES
It's been a year.
Gazzy is now a year older.
The five year old boy gets himself ready for bed.
Max comes in with her daily tucking and kisses.
Every night for a year now, Fang comes in to read his stories.
Gazzy loves these stories. These stories are not only entertaining but they also let the little Gasman witness a side of Fang that he doesn't see very often.
Fang doesn't know why he reads these stories. Why it feels so right. All he knows is that when those big, blue eyes light up as he walks into the room, he feels happy. This little boy, for some reason, has the ability to melt him in a way that no one else can. Breaking down that wall that he desperately tries to hold up to world. And he's okay with it.
Fang walks into the room to a beaming Gazzy.
"Hi, Fang," Gazzy says.
"Hey, buddy, what story do you want to hear tonight?" Fang asks.
Gazzy shrugs, clutching onto the stuffed pig, he calls Mister Oinkers. "I don't know."
"Then how about I tell you the story of how I got you that pig?" Fang asks.
"Okay," Gazzy says.
"So..,"
Early one morning, a little more than a year ago, the sky was bright and clear. I decided to go for a fly to clear my thoughts.
I flew until I reached the canyon border. I sat down for a few minutes to think. Thinking about everything that is going on around me. Everything that's been going on in my life.
I took off farther from the house. The sky all of a sudden got really, really grey.
It's going to rain. It looks bad. Like there is going to be storm.
I looked back to the direction that I came and realized that I would not be able to make it home before the storm starts. Soon it'll be too dangerous to fly.
I went in search for some shelter. Just for a little while.
I flew around searching.
There was nothing but open land.
It started to pour.
I landed and started to go by foot, shielding my head with my hoodie.
Walking was taking forever and I getting soaked.
Max was going to kill me.
The flock was probably worried.
"Course, we were worried. Why wouldn't we be?" Gazzy asks cutting Fang off.
"Well, it was six in the morning, you probably thought that I was asleep," Fang says.
"Oh, I get it. You're gonna be okay, right?" Gazzy asks.
"I'm right here," Fang says ruffling his head.
"Oh, right," Gazzy giggles.
"Okay, so as I was saying..,"
I was walking and making my way back to the house.
Max really is going to kill me.
I don't think she'll like my excuse very much.
That I went for a fly.
I kept walking.
It felt like the rain was just pouring harder and harder.
Like any second now, it's going to rain so hard, something is going to fall out of the sky and hit me in the head.
Then..
Suddenly...
Right then and there...
Something hit me on the head.
Too soft for hail.
Too hard for just normal rain.
It didn't look like it's snowing.
I looked around searching for whatever it was that hit me on the head.
It was soft.
There it was, on the ground.
A pink, muddy stuffed pig.
"Mister Oinkers fell from the sky!?" Gazzy cried.
"Yes, he did," Fang says. "After I saw Mister Oinkers on the ground..,"
I picked up the pig and washed him in the rain. He's still a little dirty but I guess he's okay. Just a small little tear on his left foot.
Gazzy played with said little hole.
"We should fix that," Fang says.
"It's okay, Mister Oinkers just has a little boo boo. He's okay."
"Alright. So...,"
The pig wasn't really that big. Normal stuffed animal sized I guess.
I smirked at the pig and kept walking with him in my arms.
I saw the house in the distance.
I was getting close.
I tried to open my window.
It wouldn't open.
Frustrated, I went back around.
I walked to the front door.
I was hoping that the door would be unlocked and that no one would see me.
Then there you were, asking me where I had been.
So, I told you I got you a pig and not to tell Max.
The End.
"And that's how I got you that pig."
"Liar," Gazzy says.
"It's true," Fang replies.
"Nuh uh," Gazzy says.
"Yes, it is," Fang says smiling.
"Nuh uh, Mister Oinkers wasn't even wet when you gave me him."
"Yes, he was. You were really little probably don't even remember."
"It wasn't that long ago, Fang. I remember."
Fang laughs.
"Maybe, you're getting old and forgetting stuff," Gazzy says.
"Me? Old? Gazzy, now you're seeing things too."
"Nuh uh."
"Mister Oinkers says you're lying."
"Well, Mister Oinkers doesn't know what he's talking about."
"Yes, he does, he was there."
"So, was I."
"Yeah, but you're getting old."
"I'm not old, now go to bed," Fang says ruffling Gazzy's hair.
"Night, Fang."
"Night, Gazzy."
AN: Hey guys did you like it?
I know this one isn't a story story, but it's cute fluffy chappy. Good enough, right?
Thank you for reading.
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