RED PARALLEL

Chapter 65: Some People Look Around, Some People Head Straight

Traviz missed classes the next day. He called the JDP boys, telling about the stupid accident, and he called Rachel, who was not able to get to The Crib because her granny had passed away. Jeez, right on her birthday...

And I didn't get the dog.

Phants was gaping down the window. Away and gone. The only difference was that his body had dried, no signs of rain anymore. Traviz had forgotten how white his hair was. 

According to Rachel, the curative had to be changed.

Hell no I'm doing it. I'd rather die than touch blood.

"Hell no I'm doing it," Nate said.

"What's bugging you, really, why are you-"

"Tiger. I'm not dealing with that traitor, you hear me? You better take that motherfucker asshole right outta here before he screws up with us. I'm serious."

"Nate, shut up, he's my friend, he needs my-"

"Stupid, he lied to us, he fooled me and dad, you went missing because of this jerk, I don't care if he needs a fucking band or not, get him to hospital, this ain't a hospital, you-"

"Woah, I'm doing what you guys did, I don't think it's wrong to bring him here, we can take care of hi--"

"'We' ain't gonna do anything!"

"Dad said it's fine, and I don't care about what Phants did back there, man, I don't even remember!"

Nate raised his arms, revolted. "'Cause you're a fool! And well, I don't fucking care what dad says, I'm not down for this 'Owen' stay at The Crib. He looks sick and ready to die, get him outta here, I don't wanna be responsible-"

"FINE! THANK YOU SO MUCH!"

"YOU'RE WELCOME!"

The Crib didn't seem up to help him, either. That was ridiculous!

"Dunno, man, I just don't feel like, dunno..." Aaron rubbed the back of his neck.

"THANK YOU! WOW!"

Jessi was scared of blood, too. Goat and Ion were on a trip with some basketball dudes, Uncle Tims was washing the rooftop and almost hit him with the bucket, saying he was stepping on the-

Uuurgh!

There was one person left. Traviz knocked on G.Klo's door, head still boiling.

"Hello, son. How're you doing?"

"Dad, I'm fine, but Phants needs to get that strip-"

"You mean Owen?"

"Yeah, yeah, Owen... Hm... C-can you do that... that wrap thing? 'Cause I-"

"Sure. Let's go, then."

Dad, you da shit.

"But I'm warning you, I know nothing about-"

"Oh, we'll find a way!" Traviz was utterly happy. If the curative would work or not, it didn't matter much. He found a decent person to take care of his friend. End of discussion.

"You look happy, son."

"Oh."

"Is it because your old friend is back?"

"Hm... Dunno. A-Are you mad at him? Like, because of that-"

"Are you, son?"

"Hm, I guess not."

"So I'm not, either. Let's hurry, Phants's waiting. By the way, why Phants?"

"Oh, hahaha... 'Cause he looks like a phantom!"