Normally Winged

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He came up to me and looked at my wings.

"You- pfft- a butterfly!"

"You can't laugh at me, you got pink and yellow moth wings!"

"Hey, I happen to like the colors pink and yellow!"

"Oh."

"Yeah."

We paused, before he gently grabbed my wings.

"Soft"

"Can I feel yours?"

"Nah"

"Fine- wait, do you know how to use your wings?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you teach me?"

"Sure,... WAIT, WHAT ABOUT THE PARTY-?"

"I uh.. I dont know, but I think everyone's gone."

"Okay then. Well what do you want to learn?"

"FLIGHT!"

"Your wings are too small, I can teach you how to double jump though."

"What? Thats from video games."

"Fine then, no double jump."

"Hey- I never said no."

"Okay then."

I paused.

"We should wait till night."

"Duh."

"But first, I want to know how people get these wings."

"You inherit them from your parents, isn't that obvious?"

"What? My parents DEFINITELY don't have wings!"

"Okay.. well what's your wing type? Im a Rosy Maple Moth."

"I searched it up, and Im thinking its some fusion of Painted lady, and Monarch. Just.. purple and blue, not orange-"

"Not all monarchs are orange."

"Oh-.."

"Oh, wait, both my parents are Winged! They have some things to train with in the basement!"

"Oh! Cool!"

He went to his door and unlocked it, running down the stairs. I followed him and jumped down the stairs, I nearly tripped on the bottom, but Germ caught me.

"Careful Car. RACE YA!"

"BET."

I pushed off him and ran. I felt a woosh against my face and turned my head. His giant wings nearly reached me, as he zoomed by. How does he hide those?

He won the race, because I had no idea where to run. I ran down the stairs and saw the basement. It was bigger then logically possible. There was a large treadmill. Not just a normal one, this thing could fit five people a once. There was a rockwall, bars. Anything you could think of.

"WOAAAAAAAAH."

I went to the rock wall.

"Whats this for-?"

"Climbing."

"No, I know, but what insect practice is it for?"

"Sticking. Y'know how smaller wild us's can climb walls and stuff?"

"Yea?"

"We can do that too."

"Nice! How do I do it?"

"Naturally."

I watched as he walked to the rock wall, and placed his hands and legs on it. He climbed up it and sat on it, watching me and his mullet fell over his face. I looked at the wall and put my hand on it. I felt a tingly sensation, and my hands felt sweaty.

"Yuck-"

"Don't worry, theres nothing there, its just the unusual sticking feeling."

I nodded in reply and slowly climbed up.

"Woah... this is awesome!"

He smiled at me and mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing, sorry."

I looked around, before looking at the rock wall below me. I stood up walked a bit.

"This feels so weird."

"Yeah, it always does."

"Oh, hey, in the hallway you were really fast, and you used your wings to help. How easy is that?"

"Well, if you can fly, you'll go faster then me, but you can't, and your wings are still really tiny. You've stunted their growth I think. How have you been hiding them?"

"With.. my.. with my bra..."

"Ugh- thats terrible, I recommend just folding them."

"Thats what I do!"

"Do you just tuck or fold?"

"I... what?"

He turned his back towards me again, and tucked his wings. His wings were just flatly laying against his back.

"Thats tucking, this is folding."

He tightened his wings together, and its almost like they were never largeer then his torso in the first place.

"Okay, you have GOT to tell me how you do that!"

"Of course I will, why else would I show you?"

"I dunno."