Venice Beach

Iggy's P.O.V.

"I hate you! You're such losers!" I yelled. "You're just being jerks."

Why am I yelling at my best friends you ask? We have just split from Max and the others and Fang won't describe Venice Beach to me. I'm blind! I need descriptions! But fang being Fang is not relenting.

"I'm rolling my eyes," he said.

"I'm shrugging my shoulders," Gazzy said as he took a huge bite of hot dog. "I have no idea what the heck you're talking about."

What the? You see, my friends often forget the fact that they can see. Me? Not so much. I'm reminded every time I wake up because crazy scientists wanted to improve my eyesight. Enough of that tirade; it only depresses me.

"Describe the people on this beach," I said. "This is Venice Beach! Part of L.A.! Home of Freak University! And you guys are, like, looking at maps and stuff!"

I'm pretty much pissed at them. Mainly Fang.

The Gasman asked, "Is there really a college named Freak University?"

He sounded really excited and I tried not to roll my eyes.

"No," Fang answered the Gasman with his usual Fangness.

I heard him mess around with the map and I had had it! Fed up with his attitude, I kicked him.

"Ow! Dang it! What's wrong with you?"

I was secretly pleased with his outburst, but I can't let him know that now can I? Cheeky? I know.

Anyways, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to me. Hopefully this will convey how I feel about his shoddy job of people watching for me.

"Describe. The. People."

Fang is irritated. I can feel his irritation through his body language and I am, once again, secretly happy.

He started sprouting crap about how many people were there.

Does it look like I care how many people are there? No, I don't. I just want descriptions. Is that too hard to ask? Honestly! We kick Flyboy butt and believe me, that's hard.

I had to explain to Fang once again where we are. I mean coconut oil and giggles? Priceless.

"I know we must be surrounded by beach bunnies," I said, trying to engage Fang's enthusiasm.

"What's a beach bunny?" Gazzy asked around a mouth full of hot dog.

"Beach bunny, schmeach bunny. Who cares? As long as they're not Flyboys."

Who cares? What's his deal? I can't go up to a girl and start touching her can I? Uh, heck no! She'll think I'm a freak. A bigger one than I already am. Geez.

I told Fang all of this and he proceeded to describe the beach bunnies. Finally!

The girls Fang are describing seem hot. You know, wearing striped bikinis and Rollerblading and all. I need more descriptions!

"Um, there's this girl meeting her friend," Fang said. "Her friend is giving her an ice-cream cone. Oh- it's dripping. Huh. It, uh, dripped on her… chest."

I hissed involuntarily. How could I not? I'm a guy for crying out loud! Dude, if Max was here, I would never hear the end of her "sexist pig" speech. Yuck.

Gazzy piped up with, "It's gonna stain for sure. That's chocolate."

"Hmm," Fang said, sounding preoccupied.

Nothing good ever lasts, right? Right. Our guys' day out was crashed, by yup you got it! Flyboys!

Sometimes, I think we're cursed. Seriously. We've got rotten luck.

Until next time…

Your friend,

Iggy

Works Cited

Ch, 65 from MR3. JP is a rocket scientist!

Rid3r Chick