A few weeks later, Palette's POV
I slowly wake up and shake my head. My head hurts so badly for some reason. Eh, probably just the corgi ears. Still, what happened? I see my hat and Goth's scarf resting on the table. Then it starts coming back to me. Goth came over to my house to hangout. We had planned a proper sleepover but I didn't think I'd fall asleep on the couch.
I hear a soft snore and realize that I'm not the only sleepy one on the couch.
Goth fell asleep leaning on me.
So peaceful....He looks so happy....Precious....Adorable....Wait no! Palette no! Don't think like this! You're just friends!
I slide my arm around him and glance away. My face burns as I much as I didn't want it to. My soul beat faster feeling him snuggle closer. I shake my head.
I can't even understand or trust these feelings. We're just friends. He's my friend. It would be wrong to look for more after all he has done...
I sigh. I'm being stupid. My soul is stupid.
"Hmmm? Palette?"Goth says sleepily as he sits up.
"Morning, Goth."I say
He glances at me and jolts.
"Are you okay?"He asks, seeming worried already
"Yeah....Why?"I reply
"You turned more into a corgi. Fur is growing on you."He says
I feel my head to find fur growing down to my cheeks.
"That's strange."We both say
"Do you feel alright?"He asks
I nod, getting up to prepare some food. We eat together, casually talking about dreams that we had. Everything was okay until I glance at the clock to see that were running late. We quickly get ready for school, grabbing our bags as I say goodbye to Pakeekee. I put my hat on and he wraps his scarf back on us we run towards school. Kids see me and their eyes widen in alarm.
"It's Palette! Run!"They shout, scattering
I glance at Goth as everyone separated from us as if we had a plague. His Reaperlings walk out of the shadows to us.
"Well that's unusual."The panthers comment
"They're just being dumb."The crows and ravens say
"How are you both? How was the sleepover?"The hedgehogs squeak
"Good."We both say
"Palette!"A voice shouts
"Oh great, my brother."Goth says with a shake of his head.
Raven cuts between us and glares at me.
"Where were you yesterday and why do they fear you more than me?"He snaps
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The Artist and the Angel(A Poth story)
أدب الهواة*THIS IS A SEQUEL TO MY AFTERDEATH BOOK: A TALE OF DEADLY LOVE! PLEASE READ THAT FIRST TO UNDERSTAND SOME PLOT HERE! It isn't anything major, but having that knowledge may help your reading experience and enjoyment. Your choice at your own pleasure*...