Sorry for the lack of update... And did you like the new cover? Well, aside from the font and color, there's nothing different... Anyway, how'd your Valentine's day go? All I did after school was lock myself in my room to eat chocolate and Nutella while reading. Tell me what you did, I'm curious, am I the only one who does that?
Disclaimer: I don't own MR, nor do I own the band name or any of the songs mentioned in this or future chapters. If you'd like to know, read the AN at the bottom. Happy reading.
Fang's POV (Skipping over the Fang's dad getting pissed part and on to what happened!)
My dad had left a few minutes ago due to a patient that had some… problems and Tess had left with some other nurse saying that there was a code red or whatever.
"So, Iggy… What did happen?" I asked. Even after my dad ranting on, Iggy still hadn't told the story of how he almost burned people.
"Well, Fang, you see… The genius that is I decided to get some fun going on in this hospital of boringness!" Iggy announced.
"So you decided to go try and burn people?" Max asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"That, my lady is exactly what I did," Iggy replied. "That is the exact type of fun these tense people need! They're all so… tight. And tense. It's like there's a stick up their asses!"
"Iggy, even though you are one of the most idiotic people I have ever met, and trust me, I have met a whole lot of people. I have to agree with you on this one," Max said. Everyone turned to look at her in confusion.
"Max…" Nudge started. "What? Why? I mean, he almost burned people for God's sake! Burned people, Max! Burn! I mean, after this, he could- could like… blow things up for real! Illegally! Like… terrorists and those people who blow stuff up illegally! Like… that!"
"Nudge, my dream is to open a successful potato farm! Not to become a blowing stuff up person!" Iggy exclaimed. See? I told you he wanted to open a successful potato farm.
"Why?" Ella asked, giving him a weird look.
"Why what?" Iggy asked.
"Why a potato farm?" She asked again.
"Why a potato farm what?" Iggy asked back.
"Why would you want to open a successful potato farm…?" She asked.
"I mean… Who wouldn't want to open a successful potato farm?!" He exclaimed. "Everyone does!"
"No, not really, Iggy…" Dylan said, looking at Iggy.
"What? Why not?" Iggy asked, turning to look at Dylan.
"It's… weird. Unless you're planning on becoming a top and successful vodka producer…" Dylan reasoned.
"Who said I didn't want to be one?" Iggy asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Wait. You know that vodka is made out of potatoes…?" Sam asked.
"Nope, they are?" Iggy replied. And at that moment every one of us except Gazzy and Iggy face palmed. We all looked at Gazzy.
"I didn't know that…" Gazzy said as a reply to all our looks.
(Time skip!)
I was back at home with Iggy, Dylan, Sam and Gazzy. We left the hospital an hour ago while Nudge decided that she would stay over at the hospital and my dad had said that he would be coming home really late. So here we are now, lying around the basement turned into a studio, trying to come up with a song. Iggy was upside down on the couch with his mouth open wide, Gazzy was sitting cross legged on the floor while tapping a beat on the table, Dylan was sitting on the couch, reading a medical book guide thing while humming a random tune, I was sitting cross legged on a black beanbag with our own personal song writing notepad and a pen and Sam was upstairs doing whatever it is he does, contacting 'important people'.
"Dylan! Stop reading all that medical shit!" Iggy yelled suddenly. "You should be writing songs!" Dylan rolled his eyes but nevertheless set his medical book guide thing down on the table.
"That's better…" Iggy muttered while Dylan glared at him.
"So... Any ideas?" Dylan asked. Everyone shook their heads all at once in response.
"What were our last songs about again?" Gazzy asked. I had always been the one who kept track of our songs, aside from Sam of course.
"Let's see..." I flipped through the notepad to see Iggy's messy handwriting that was barely readable. But I could make out a few words, including the titles.
"Dammit! Hurry up, Fang!" Iggy yelled again, waving his arms wildly in the air.
"Okay. Most of our latest songs are about Iggy's ex," I said.
"Aren't those in the last album already?" Dylan asked.
"Nope. That's only like... three out of four of 'em. There's about three or more we haven't used."
"Wait, which 'for Iggy's ex' songs are we talking about here?" Gazzy asked.
"What do you mean?" Iggy asked, looking at Gazzy with a half joking half serious glare.
"I mean, there are tons of songs for your ex. The ones used to win her over, the romantic ones while you were together, the near break up ones and there are the break up ones and the after break up ones and also the I'm getting over you ones and also the I'm gonna find someone better ones, the I miss you but I don't ones, the I regained my ego ones, the I'm still not over you ones and... I think that's it," Gazzy explained all in one breath.
"Oh, and don't forget the I'm better off without you and I feel awesome ones," Dylan added.
"Oh yeah, and the I'm sorry and I wanna be at least acquaintances with you ones," Gazzy continued.
"And the I give up on you ones," I said. Iggy turned to glare at us one by one.
"I hate you all," he stated.
"So, anyways... Fang, what was the last song about Iggy's ex about again?" Gazzy asked, his eyebrows raised. I looked at the latest song about Iggy's ex that he has written.
"One of the I'm getting over you ones..." I said while Iggy glared at me half heartedly in response.
"Title...?" Dylan asked.
"I'm Getting Over You," I answered him. Us all with the exception of Iggy chuckled at the song title.
"I was totally out of ideas, okay..." Iggy muttered, glaring down at the black rug.
"Sure you were…" Dylan said in which Iggy glared as a reply. Before Iggy could say anything, Gazzy interrupted him;
"Which ex?"
"The latest ones, I'm Getting Over You is for the one that left her stuff with us, like Caraphernelia. Crossroads is for the mature one; Lia, A Love Like War is for that street fighter one-"
"Wait, Iggy had a street fighter girlfriend?" Dylan interrupted.
"Apparently, yes. Do you want me to keep going?" I asked. Dylan and Gazzy nodded while Iggy glared.
"Fudge you, Fang. I hope you die getting attacked by a mass of wild and vicious potatoes," Iggy muttered under his breath.
"Kidnap My Heart is for that one with the obsession with travelling and cheese, Here Comes Forever is for the one that hated your guts, Dylan… Crazy For You is for that girl who has an obsession with guns, Just The Girl is for the mean, smart one, Want You Bad is for that girl with the extra toe," everyone cringed at the memory. Iggy hadn't known about her extra toe, before he had asked her out to the beach and she wore flip flops. She had said that she had some extra money and decided to do something new; like get an extra toe.
"She Said is for that one with a stealing problem, She's So Mean is for the one that had a drinking problem…"
"Damn, Iggy… You had a whole lot of weird girlfriends…" Dylan said while Gazzy nodded in agreement.
"Okay! Enough about my exes! Let's get to writing songs!" Iggy interrupted.
"So… Ideas?" I asked.
"I'm all out," Iggy announced and then proceeded to get up and walk towards the stairs leading to my living room.
"Where do you think you're going, Iggles?" Dylan asked, turning to face Iggy with his arms crossed.
"Getting brain food!" He yelled before dashing out of the basement into what I assumed to be the kitchen. We heard the fridge door slam open and shut repeatedly, a bunch of cabinets being slammed over and over again and Iggy's loud footsteps pacing back and forth around the kitchen.
"You know what? I'm tired. Let's just play Call of Duty and call it a day," Gazzy suggested. We pondered over the idea for awhile before Dylan yelled;
"Oh, what the heck! Let's do it!"
Songs this chapter:
Kidnap My Heart, I'm Getting Over You and Just The Girl by The Click 5; Crossroads by Forever The Sickest Kids; She Said by Everfound; Here Comes Forever, Crazy for You and Want You Bad by R5; Caraphernelia by Pierce The Veil; She's So Mean by Matchbox Twenty; A Love Like War by All Time Low ft. Vic Fuentes.
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