One Letter Stand
Note from Tassel: Ooh, look, darlings! An early chapter! Aren't you all glad Ninja C is punctual?
A/N: WRITIN' PAST MIDNIGHT TIME! I'm also currently watching A Very Potter Musical for, like, the nineteenth time (only a minor exaggeration if I'm wrong; I'm ballparking here). Which can only mean one thing: this… will end badly.
Let's get to it, shall we?
Disclaimer: OMG I just saw a commercial for I, Alex Cross, and in it JP said he would kill Alex off unless we all bought it. Now, I'm not one to bend to peer pressure… but WE HAVE TO DO IT FOR THE CHARACTERS! DON'T LET AN INNOCENT MAIN CHARACTER DIE!
L is for: Lucky
By Ninja C
St. Patrick's Day is one of those holidays that flies right over the flock's heads. We can't really be bothered to find something green to wear one day out of the year, and we're too young to get drunk… although I suppose you can't prove that…
That's why I was surprised when Iggy came up to me on March 17 and said (in a pathetic attempt at an accent), "Oi, Max! 'Tis the day of me high-born kinsmen!"
"No, it's not," I scoffed characteristically. "You're not Irish."
Iggy pointed at his reddish hair. "Your hair isn't bright red, doofus," I pointed out. "Is your almost-sort-of-red hair supposed to mean you're a leprechaun now? Where's your pot o' gold, Iggy?"
"Hey, I've got the luck o' the Irish on my side!" Iggy declared haughtily.
I crossed my arms, smirking. "Prove it."
Fang walked between the two of us on his way down the hall.
"You look like a girl, Fang," Iggy drawled.
My eyes widened, and I backed up a step so as not to be hit with any of the force with which Fang would surely assault Iggy. But what did Fang say in response?
"True dat."
True dat? I didn't say anything. I couldn't. I was going through shock. My brain was trying to process, to figure our if I'd missed something. True dat?!
I snapped back to reality after failing to understand this, and Fang was looking at me with his brow furrowed. Iggy had left, after shooting me a triumphant glance.
"…What just happened?" I finally stammered.
"Don't worry," Fang dismissed it, coming to stand by my side. "He's not really lucky. He paid me to agree with anything he said, so you'd think he was Irish, for whatever reason."
"Nudge's clothes are simply repulsive today, don't you think, Fang?" Iggy called from the kitchen.
"Yup," Fang agreed noncommittally, rolling his eyes. Nudge shrieked in indignation.
I sighed. I'd be the lucky one if I could get through this day unscathed.
A/N: Yup, it was suckish. Sorry, people. I got sidetracked by the song Oliver Wood by The Basilisk in Your Pasta, which is HILARIOUS. We want your sex – ahh!
Next up, Akira43 with M is for Mathematics. HOORAY! I missed you, Akira. And I want to see your face. Only four more days!
Happy holidays, everyone!
