The Party At The Parade

Shorty

Travis (Pov) 

It has been about a week since the accident and everything is some what evened out. Aaron's in jail for attempt in murder, Zane, Tom, and Jordan are no longer kids, Jordan's still at the hospital, but everything seems to be at peace for now.

Some thing seems to be bothering Zane, Garroth, even Vylad. Garroth acts as if everything is okay but his eyes say something different. Vylad doesn't have that normal bounce in his step. And Zane, he doesn't have his usual glow, not even around Aphmau. They just seem off in a way.

"So... Is there anything you want to talk about? You seem depressed," I asked looking deep into his pale blue eyes, clouded with specks of sadness and pain.

"No, nothing is wrong. I guess it's just the aftermath of seeing your most innocent friends get shot, again," Zane said in a monotone voice.

"Oh come on, he can't be more innocent than Aph," I joked trying to lighten the mood, which it seemed to work.

"Oh trust me, he's as innocent as a kitten, but remember innocent and intelligence are two different things. Call him dumb and you'll have an angry Tom and you'll be smoke by Jordan saying something extremely complicated off the top of his head," Zane lightly chuckled.

"Oh is that so, prove it," I chuckled, this ought to be interesting. He pulls out his phone and began calling him.

"Hello?," rang from the other side.

"Hey, Jordan. Can you help me prove a point to someone," Zane ask, I can feel him smirking under his mask.

"Um, sure, why not," Jordan replied.

"Explain what a Shakespearean sonnet is," Zane said looking at me.

"I believe it is to be a poem expressive of thought, emotion or idea. It is usually up to 14 lines long which are formed into three quatrains with a rhyming couplet for the last two lines," Jordan answered, "Is that all?"

"Yeah, thanks, Sparklez. Bye," Zane said receiving a good bye before ending the call.

"What is he? A dictionary?!," I said. I never even heard of a Shakespearean sonnet until now.

"What can I say, oh wait. I told you so," Zane chuckled.

"Hey, you want to the cafe, we can check on Aph and Kawaii~Chan while we get come coffee," I suggested as I stretched before standing up.

"Sure, why not. As long as the owner doesn't try to convince me on working there it should be fine," he said standing up.

"How would that be a bad thing?," I asked the little shorty.

"She wanted me to wear the maid dress," Zane said.

"Still don't see the problem," I chuckled as I received a punch from him.

"Travis!"

"What?!"