Hola…
Short, fun chapter for you guys today. (Don't think I'm slacking off. I just thought I needed a little more 'guy time' in this story – though goodness knows I'm not an expert at writing about it. So if there are any male readers… tell me if this is good, or way off the mark.) Well anyways, enjoy.
Chapter 4: Need
Fang paced across the room, running his hands through his shaggy black hair. Near the edge of the cave, Iggy was cooing over a smoking piece of shrapnel, trying to coax it into setting fire. The girls and Gazzy had gone down to Walmart, seeing as they were all in dire need of some new clothes.
"Just face it, man – you're in love," Iggy said mildly.
"Shut up, I'm trying to think."
"Stop 'thinking' and just accept it."
"Shut up, I said."
"Woah, man, I'm just trying to help."
"I know," Fang muttered. "I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do. I can never seem to please her. Whenever I try to help, she either ends up screaming at me, in tears, or both."
"Well, you know what the solution is, then, don't you?"
"What?"
"Take her to see the midnight premiere of Eclipse."
"You idiot!" Fang managed to whack him on the arm, before he scrambled out of reach.
"You know what girls are suckers for?" Iggy snickered. "Hot guys. So, when you take her to see Eclipse, and Taylor Lautner rips his shirt off, she'll need to kiss him, right then and there. You hop in front of her – you have black hair and dark skin – and she'll think you're the one! And she'll fall hopelessly in love with you, and you're problems will be solved!"
"You crazy sexist pig!" Fang launched himself at Iggy, tackling him to the ground.
Iggy wriggled out of his grasp, holding his hands up in surrender. "You know, they might even be showing the midnight premiere on the cruise, ya think?"