Dragons don't BITE they breathe fire

CHAPTER SIX

   The oversized iguana with wings flared it's nose.

But dragons don't exist. This is all a dream and I need to wake up before something crazy happens and I wet the bed in my sleep.

"Twyne, you see this too?" Karter asked trying to choke down his fear.
"This is a dream...I just have to wake up."
Karter widened his eyes.

He looked as if was about to say something but didn't.
Instead he ended up pinching Twyne.
"OW!"
"You're not dreaming..."

"So there's actually a real dragon standing right in front of us looking like he's about to tear somebody's head off?"
Karter nodded slowly.
"Maybe if we do what that kid from How to train your dragon did, we won't die." Karter suggested.
Twyne looked at him like he just said something crazy.
Oh wait, he did.

Karter put his hand out, right in front of the monster's face.
"I think you've finally lost it!" Twyne said, a vein popping out of his neck.
But to his surprise, the creature's snarl grew calmer.
Twyne's eyes widened.
The dragon relaxed, or atleast that's what Twyne was hoping was happening when the dragon's face softened.

Karter turned towards Twyne smiling, feeling proud of himself in his own way.
And then out of nowhere, the animal flew off.
Karter and Twyne stared absent mindedly at the sky, where the dragon had flown, until it was only a smidge of a black dot in the sky.

Karter suddenly turned to look at Twyne.
He didn't say anything but his face said enough.
Twyne resisted slapping the expression off of his face.
Twyne hadn't even turned to look at Karter but he knew what Karter's face said.
Just think of all of the times you've called me stupid, I JUST SAVED OUR LIVES!

Twyne could almost slap the smirk off of Karter's face that he could see slithering around.

Ignoring the urge to slap his friend, Twyne realized that there was literally some type of lizard creature lingering. At the moment he was in his right mind and he surely wanted to get his butt home before he got eaten. Without a single word, he ran off, hopped on his bike, and quickly started riding off. 

Karter, not so much of in a right mind, was able to catch onto what was up but didn't even think to follow Twyne. He thought that maybe, just maybe, that creature could be a new friend (if you haven't quite caught on yet, Karter is one of the corniest people you'll ever meet.)

Twyne had been riding for what seemed like a while, and he was a bit surprised to realize that his pal hadn't said a sarcastic remark or retarded pun the entire ride. He was tossed his head sideways so that Karter could have a good look at the crooked smile he was about to harshly throw. Twyne was, after all, enjoying Karter's silence. And he had already all ready guessed Karter was only hushing it out because he had been so scared of that monster.

But when he realized that Karter hadn't even followed him, being the idiot that he is, he made a such a face that people would probably pay good money just to see. And followed by that facial expression, was a sighish yet gruffy moan that just barely escaped his lips. It was such a noise that a flock of birds that had been picking at littered bread flew off from being so startled.

After getting over his mixed emotions of anger, worry, and sleepiness Twyne turned his bike around and headed back to the woods.

"The only way I can save that idiot from his own stupidity is by killing him, I bet."