What a weird little guy Octo is! No ones ever seen his caregiver before. How COOL is that!? Though, its not like he needs one anyways, Octo gets by just fine. Any little would feel incompetent just standing next to him. But what they dont realize, i...
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"Octo? Are you in?", came Rory's voice from the door. Now there's something to do. I walked over and pulled it open.
"Hey, Rory. What's up?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. As soon as I did I felt the cold, wet spots on my checkered uniform from earlier.
"The sky, genius." he quipped. His eyes fell to my vest. "Ew, dude your shirt's got stains on it."
"Yeah, funny story about that. I got caught up in your little food fight with Sid, during Snack Time."
His eyebrows shot up. "You're kidding. What?"
'I should probably change.' "Yeah" I chuckled, pulling off my vest. "Come in and shut the door."
He complied, lazily flopping on my black couch. "Oops? I hardly remember that."
"Crazy how that works..." I mumbled to myself, stepping into the other room for a second to change.
"Hey, did the weird girl from dinner last night and Fareeda come round?" Rory asked once I'd returned. I turned to him with furrowed eyebrows.
"Wait...so you remember the name of the girl who said not two sentences to you, but not Cecile, who just talked our ears off the whole night?" I crossed my arms. He sat up with narrowed eyes.
"What are you saying, Drill County?"
"I don't know, Rory, what am I saying?" the door burst open and Cecile came in, dragging a reluctant Fareeda behind her. "Speak of the devil." I said.
"Octo! Rory! Come with Reeda and I to the library!" she demanded, panting and out of breath but with her features in a wide smile.
Had she run all the way here? I glanced at her rumpled clothes. Her white tie, supposed to be neatly tucked beneath her neon green vest hung loose and she'd thrown a white, zip up hoodie over it. Which I actually did not know you could do...?
Fareeda remained the same as she presumably was this morning.
Rory scoffed, propping himself up on an elbow. "The Library? And what fun are we meant to find there?"
"Books, dude!" Cecile threw her hands up.
The boy shut his eyes and faced away. "I'm not interested."
"Ok, fine!" she turned to me "Are you coming, Octo?"
The invitation made my face grow warm. "Sure, why not." I turned to Rory.
"You're really not gonna come?"
"Nope!"
"So what'll you be doing for the next two hours, then?" Cecile interrogated. He stayed quiet for a while, no doubt considering his options. I struggle to see what else someone'd do instead of just come to the library.
