Fang POV
Iggy would be out of the bathroom any minute, and I had the video camera ready. Oh revenge is sweet.
The door opened and when I saw Iggy, I almost died laughing. Almost. Not quite.
Iggy was wearing a pair of Max's skinny jeans that had been conveniently dyed pink for the occasion. Not to mention the pink t-shirt that now said something very inappropriate on it. Also, from the smell, his hair had crap glued in it.
Did I mention I had this on tape? Because I did. And it was going right on my blog.
"What is going on?" Iggy seemed a bit angry and confused.
"Oh, nothing Iggy. Just showing the whole world your new style. Did you get a hair cut?"
"Fang you little ----! What did you do you?! Are you taking a picture?"
"Oh, even better Iggy. I'm filming it."
"Give me the camera" Iggy roared as he lunged at me.
"Dude you smell like crap! You need another shower" I informed him helpfully as we westled for control of the video camera. Did I mention this was going on my blog?
"Are those my clothes?"
Uh oh.
Ok, I know, really short chapter. But I need your advice. I don't think this chapter really matches the tone of writhing in the others. Please, please review it and tell me what you think