Me: So...I've been looking for something to update, and...
Fang: And I told her Avian Flu was being neglected.
Me: -pets Avian Flu- My poor baby...
Fang: ...She's talking to the fic. She's petting the fic. I'm living with a nut job.
Me: Tell them something they don't know.
Fang: Uhh...Saint's friend, David, just figured out why they call The Empire State Building by its name.
Me: David's special...
Fang: Ok, why don't you just write the chapter. Everything we're saying has no point.
Me: Basically. I'm just gonna pull this chapter out of my hat. I don't remember where I was going with this...
Fang: -facepalm- Great...
Fang's POV
"What's going on in here?" Max yelled, storming into my room and almost getting whacked by a flying TV remote.
Nudge and Angel, still giggling and holding their cameras, quickly exited the room as I got ready to throw a cup at them next.
"Fang!" Max said, running forward and grabbing the cup. "What're you...Oh..."
'Oh' was right. More like 'whoa'. You see, that ice pack I had neglected to actually use, it turned out that the purpose of that was to prevent any major swelling. Well, since I had failed to see its importance...
"You look like a chipmunk." Max stated, smiling.
I glared at her. Like I didn't know. And Angel and Nudge coming in for a photo shoot hadn't helped. Besides being ready to join an Alvin look-alike contest, my face hurt. I couldn't talk. I was starting to feel hungry, but what could I eat in this position? Not anything filling. I put my cup back down on the table and proceeded to lie back against my pillow, still glaring at Max.
"Don't be giving me that look." She said. "It's not my fault your face swelled up like a balloon."
I opened my mouth to say something back and quickly just shut it again. My face hurt too much to try talking out. I settled for...Glaring. Again. That was really starting to get old.
Luckily, my sad attempt at speaking got Max to take pity on me. She patted my shoulder lightly. "It's ok, I get it. Life sucks right now. Look, if you want, I can go get you something to drink and some yogurt. Sound good?"
I nodded once. Juice and yogurt were better than nothing.
Max left to go get me the sad excuse for a meal while I turned my laptop on and pulled my blog back up. I read through the comments from last night a second time and cringed. Ok, not only was Iggy's creepy stalker back, but now Gazzy thought I needed help. I was starting to think that I needed to go through and edit blog posts before posting them, weed out the ones that probably shouldn't be posted at all.
Just as I was starting to form an idea of what to tell Gazzy, Iggy stormed in. "Fang? I need to talk to someone."
I shrugged, then realized Iggy couldn't see me, so I tried to say something, but that hurt, so I settled for a "MmmHmm..."
"Alright, so I'm getting really creeped out by this stalker-chick." Iggy said. "I think she's been stealing my clothes."
I nodded, and realized, once again, he couldn't see, so settled for another, "MmmHmm..."
"You think this is a good time to involve the cops?" He asked me. "I mean, maybe I need a restraining order or something. They could hunt her down. Get my clothes back."
"MmmHmm." I said again.
"But... I don't know. Getting the cops involved could make this messy." Iggy continued. "Plus, authority isn't exactly my best friend."
"MmmHmm..." I said again. When was Max coming back with the food? She could get rid of him.
"And...I don't want Ella to think I'm a wimp." Iggy said nervously. "She wouldn't think that about me...Would she, Fang?"
Great, he expected an answer. After a couple tries, I settled with a, "NnnUhh."
"Yeah, you're right. She wouldn't." Iggy said, thinking. "You know, maybe I should talk to her about it! Yeah! That's genius! Thanks, Fang!" He started to leave.
"MmmHmm." I said after him. If I was a genius, I was one genius of few words...
As soon as Iggy was gone, I lied back on the pillow again, rolling my eyes. Thank God Iggy was blind. I didn't need him razzing me as well.
Wondering what was taking Max so long, I reached over and grabbed the bottle of painkillers the dentist had given me, figuring I might as well get one ready for when Max returned with a drink. This should at least help.
"Put it down, Fang."
I looked up to see who had barged in this time and nearly facepalmed.
Gazzy. Great.
"Fang, I thought we talked about drugs." Gazzy said, stepping farther into the room. "They're bad...Hey, you look like a hamster with food in its mouth! Anyway, they could kill you, Fang. Just hand over the pill bottle and I'll get help for you."
I shook my head. These were my pain meds, and he couldn't take them away. I needed them.
And...I sound like a drug addict. Not the point.
"Fang, don't make me do this the hard way." Gazzy said. "I want to help you."
I rolled my eyes and shook my head again. Where the heck was Max? She needed to get him out of here before-
"You asked for it." He said. Suddenly, he came flying at me, landing on my chest, reaching for the pill bottle in my hand.
Ok, now I had worse problems than a hurt mouth.
"Gazzy- Ow! Stop- Ow! My- Yow! Pills- Ouch! Gonna- Damn it! Die- OW!"
It was then that Max finally decided to come back. Hail the heroine's gloriously LATE return!
"Gazzy! Get off Fang! What are you doing?" She ran forward, grabbing Gazzy and prying his little hands from their grasp at my shirt. I flopped back on the bed again, holding back a whimper. Ow, my face. Ow, my gut where Gazzy kicked me. Ow, my pride.
Max scolded Gazzy as I was lying there in self-pity, sending him back to his room. She brought over my juice and yogurt, placing them on my bedside table.
I pulled myself into a sitting position, then looked at the pill bottle in my hand. 'Take 1 every eight hours' it said. I opened the bottle and poured out at least three.
"Fang." Max said warningly. "Do you want to give credit to Gazzy's suspicions?"
I sat there, staring at the pills, thinking about it. I mean, might as well give the boy something to believe in, right? But Max glared at me again and I sighed, returning the extra pills to the bottle and taking the one with my juice.
"Good boy." Max said. "I'd get you a cookie, but you probably can't eat it."
I glared at her again. Thanks for reminding me, Maximum...
"You need anything else?" She asked.
I just shrugged. I couldn't think of anything else at the time.
Max rolled her eyes. "Fang why do you always do that? Just shrug or whatever? Can't you ever just say-...Whoops, sorry. Forgot." She giggled at her mistake.
My glaring eyes narrowed. I didn't find it as funny...
She just rolled her eyes. If you keep making faces at me like that, it may freeze that way.
Glaring continues...
"Look at it this way, Fang." She said, gesturing with her hand. "Now you know how Iggy feels when we forget he's blind."
Glaring... Oh, she has a point.
She patted me on the shoulder. "Take it easy, Fang. I'll be in the living room. Call if you need-...Oh, sorry." She grinned at me as she left.
Great, now everyone's a freaking comedian.
Me: Well, that was an entertaining chapter.
Fang: MmmHmm.
Me: MmmHmm?
Fang: MmmHmm MmmHmm.
Me: Ah, mmmhmmm mmhmm. MmmHmm, nnuh.
Fang: Nnuh, nnuh, mmmhmm mmmhmm.
Me: Mmm. MmmHmm mmhmm hmm.
Fang: MmmHmm mmhmm hmm mmm hmm?
Me: MmmHmm.
Mmm&Hmm?
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