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All those happy days with smiles plastered on our cheeks so wide we thought our face would fall off. The laughs that would be shared when we were running around and one of us would make the mistake of going the wrong way. The goodnight kisses as I would ask to turn on my nightlight, even though I knew you guys would protect me anyways. The cries from scraped knees and elbows, only to be given a Band-Aid, a kiss, and pushes out there to keep going because life is about not giving up. Not giving up from the pain and burning of those scratches. The little fear we feel when we return to that point of pain, hoping it doesn't happen again. Yet it

Fang and Iggy sat in the living room; the rest of the Flock had left to go do some errands and left these two to watch the house. Fang was playing Mario Cart with his lean back against the bottom of the tan couch. Iggy, however, played Pacman on his Nintendo DS, his feet on Fang's shoulders. Silence except for the sounds of the games filled the room as the two won and lost at different levels. Finally, after playing for a while, Iggy put down his DS and sprawled out on the couch. "I'm so bored…" He complained, staring at the ceiling out of boredom and kicked Fang in the head. "And I don't care." Fang responded, his eyes never leav

Iggy tapped his foot impatiently; waiting for Fang to finally respond to his question. However, after minutes of anxious waiting…he still never answered. "Fang!" the blonde yelled, kicking his friend in the leg which gained a very grumpy "Damn it!" from the victim. "I'm thinking, Ig!" He yelled angrily, rubbing his leg lightly. Iggy huffed out a breath, blowing his hair from his face and shrunk back into the couch cushions. Fang rubbed his chin where an invisible beard sat and Iggy rolled his eyes, pegging a brown pillow at his head. "Just tell me!" "Stop being so damn abusive!" Iggy groaned loudly, rubbing his temples in fak

James would stay up late every night, using his screen name "ExplosionIggy101" to talk to the one person who could keep him entertained for hours on end. Even when he sent him one word responses, or paragraphs about things he was actually passionate about. Of course, James would do all the talking mostly, but he loved being able to just talk to someone each night. That person would be "FangDarkAngel457." He couldn't help but smile even just thinking about his name. Here James sat, a fourteen-year-old male swooning over some guy he had never met., Hell, they didn't even know each other's real names. James wouldn't mind knowing "Fang's" re

A seven-year old Fang ran through the halls of their E shaped house, his breaths shallow and quick. His tiny bare feet padded against the wood floor and his overgrown black hair kept falling into his dark eyes. His black pajama pants kept causing him to stumble on his own feet, making him hit his head on the walls once and a while. Finally he reached his destination and quickly opened the door. "I-Iggy?" the young Fang whispered shakily, slowly stepping into the room. If it weren't for his enhanced eye sight, he would be tripping over all the things that sprawled over the blonde's floor. "Mph?" Iggy's croaked out, slowly sitting up and le

Mask The black eye covering object hid him from the world, hiding the olive skinned angel. His black eyes glistened with the cheap strobe lights that flickered constantly. The six-foot-two seventeen-year old stood alone; leaning with his thin back against the dark purple wall. He watched as everyone danced to the music from the Masquerade; dressed in silly costumes and masks. Everyone but one single boy who stood alone. He had strawberry blonde hair that fell to his mid-neck and a very light complexion. White clothes accompanied his thin but built frame, a white mask covering his eyes. But even from this distance, the olive skinned boy