Guess who's not dead. -_- I've sort of fallen out of fanfic writing...hey, at least I finally finished this one!
Shriek – you throw your hands up in the air sometimes, saying "Aaaaaah!"
It was Saturday morning, Iggy realized hazily as he came to semi-consciousness. By his internal alarm it was only nine o' clock, so he had three more hours to snooze. He happily nuzzled his pillow and went back to sleep, only vaguely registering the muffled laughter and giggling to his left that meant Gazzy and Angel were up to something devious.
When he woke up again – at noon, a much more reasonable time – he groggily pulled himself out of bed and stumbled towards the bedroom door. His fingers brushed the edge of Gazzy's bed – that's odd, I didn't know Gazzy had pink sheets – but he disregarded the strange…presence of something pink constantly brushing against his fingertips.
He opened the –curiously pink- door and stepped into the hallway, hearing Fang's soft footsteps just in time to avoid stumbling into his brother's path. Iggy heard Fang grunt a greeting, and he reached out his hand to give Fang's shoulder a friendly bump. His fingers brushed the cloth of his Fang's shirt.
Fang's pink shirt.
"AHHH! FANG'S WEARING PINK?" Iggy shouted, pulling his hands back and jumping away from this anomaly, the knob of his bedroom door digging into his back rather painfully.
"Iggy. There's pink plastic wrap on your fingers."
Iggy blinked slowly at Fang's calm, slightly aggravated statement. Well, at least I'm awake now….
Review if you love me! And if you still actually want me to finish this story...ahh, it's been so long since I've written something!
