'Ello my friends ^-^
^I changed my normal greeting I've been noticing I've been saying "Hello" in a british accent whenever I greet people.
Which is weird because I don't live near Britain .-. (I believe I have discovered a way to fangirl a country ._.)
ANYWAY. I did not die for very long :D Only for like a month... ish...
Blame school okay? I've had like AFDJSHFLJSFK homework from history. I take advanced classes for "students with potential" but apparently it's just more homework ;-;
Back on this, I DID write some one-shots; if you haven't noticed yet. I wrote the Percy Jackson fanfic as the votes foretold and I also wrote a Sherlock fanfic because Sherlock is mylifeit'sseriouslynothealthyokaylikeomfgbenidictcumberbatchmartinfreemanMARTINFREEMANOMFGSASKDJAFHDSKLFJSDHFKSLJDFHLKDSJFHSKLDJFHSDKJFHDSKLFJSHDFKLJSDHFKSLDFJSHDFKSDJLFSHFKJSDKFLSDJFHILOVETHATMANTODEATHOMFG
I'm done.
Links for those fanfics are:
s/10047862/1/Monopoly (Sherlock)
s/9989569/1/Marshmallows (Percy Jackson)
ANYWAY BACK TO CHAPTER 10 GUYS, YAY I STAYED WITH THIS STORY ALL THE WAY TO THE TENTH CHAPTER, CHEERS ALL AROUND.
THE TENTH DOCTOR OMFG MY BRAIN JUST STRAYED AND IS NOW ON A DOCTOR WHO RAMPAGE.
(I've started to watch Doctor Who and Supernatural this month. Worst mistake I've ever made in my life; I can't stop watching and my grades are wilting)
This chapter is short sorry .-. It's getting harder and harder to write this for some reason.
Chapter 10
17. Ask him if he dyed his hair black or if he was just born a freaky goth kid.
18. Braid his hair while he's sleeping.
Fang was 905738% done with the Flock. Four weeks. Four weeks of this torture and he was dying.
Not literally, sadly.
Dr. Martinez did not allow him to hide in his room again so instead he stayed outside of the house when ever he could. The others only watched from a distance with great amusement. The tricksters did not wish to continue with the list for the next week or so for a few reasons. One was that they knew that they needed to give Fang a little time to cool off. Another was that they hadn't gotten an opportunity.
Yet eventually, Fang began to warily trust the Flock again.
Mistake on his part.
One particular evening, Fang had stretched and yawned.
"I'm going to bed," he announced.
"The world thanks you for your ground-shaking decision," Iggy said, not able to hold in the sarcasm.
"Shut up."
"Make me."
"Max, make Iggy shut up."
"Iggy, shut up," Max said not looking up from the book she was reading.
"Three year olds now, are we?" Iggy muttered under his breath but he didn't say anything fearing the wrath of Maximum.
Iggy didn't know why, he and Fang had had worse arguments involving black-eyes and weeks of pain in southern regions, but that particular evening he was ticked.
'Prepare the cannons,' Iggy "said" to Angel through his mind.
~TIME SKIPPY THINGY~ Ooooooo look at the fancy squiggly lines~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At 2 AM when Angel, Nudge, Iggy and Ella were sure everyone was asleep, the four creeped in Fang's bedroom, the one next to Iggy's. They had agreed, much to Gazzy's disappointment, that Gazzy should stay back on this one in case one of his little surprises set off a claustrophobic situation.
Nudge and Ella kneeled down either side of a sleeping Fang. Giggling and ignoring the glares Iggy sent them, they each took a length of his long black hair and began to braid as Angel and Iggy stood guard. Honestly, Angel could have stood guard on her own but Iggy wanted to experience Fang's horror and the thrill of having his plan work, as usual.
It didn't take long for Fang to feel the tugging on his hair.
"What?" he said grudgingly, shaking his head to shake away the sleep.
Ella and Nudge giggled a little louder as their braids hit him in the face.
"What?" he asked, more confused.
"Hey Fang," Iggy called out, "did you dye your hair black or were you just born a freaky goth kid?"
"Why you-" Fang growled when he comprehended what the blind freak had said, getting up and the two braids tumbling down framing his face.
Angel, Ella and Nudge burst out laughing.
"You-you," Fang said in horror.
The others had already left his room to hide when he fully realized what they had done.
"YOU TOUCHED MY HAIR, OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO KILL YOU TO A SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH."
"FANG, STOP BEING A HORMONAL TEENAGE GIRL AND SHUT THE HELL UP," was heard from Dr. Martinez's room.
Well, whatcha think? Did you hate? Did you love? R&R! And read some of my other stories; I'll most probably be posting more and more one shots; they're the easiest for me :)
~Firelily