The Party At The Parade

What is it...?

Travis (Pov)

Ever since Thanksgiving I could never shake this feeling I'd get around Zane. What the hell is it!? It feels like some fat person sat on my chest but at the same time I feel weightless. Maybe they're heart attacks? Seizures? I don't know!

"Travis! *sneezes* We need more medicine! Oh and don't go near Garroth!," I heard Dante yell from the kitchen.

"Why can't you get it you just have allergies and what's wrong with Garroth?" I yelled back from the couch.

"He has tonsillitis. Doctor said it's contagious and Garroth said well, wrote that it feels like swallowing a razor blade," Dante said walking into the lounge room.

"Ouch, what about Laurence? Is he still vomiting?," I asked before hearing him from the bathroom.

"That answer your question. Besides you're literally the only one in this house that isn't sick," he ended with a small coughing fit, "And maybe you can get Zane over to help."

"Can't. He's sick and won't answer the door. Aph actually broke his window to check up on him yesterday," I explained as Laurence lazily came into the room.

"We are never letting Lucinda cooking again. Ever," he groaned miserably.

"How ya feeling buddy," Dante asked quietly.

"Feels like something died in me after giving birth to a pocket knife," Laurence groaned curling up into a ball, "I swear Lucinda accidentally dropped potions into that food."

Immediately, like not even two seconds after he said that the phone went off. Us being the grown adults we are, we played not it to see who answered the phone. I lost.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Travis. There may have been an ity, bity, tiny mistake with last night's dinner," Lucinda's voice ranged through the phone, "I may have grabbed potions instead of spices and broth for the soup."

I was about to yell at her but I heard scratching coming from Garroth's room? I hung up  and slowly open the door and out came a small blond cat. It just walked around before settling on jumping onto the couch Laurence was on and sleeping on the middle of his back. Dante tried to pick it up but it just fluffed up scared.

"Well Garroth's a cat now. *sigh* At least he's fluffy...," Laurence sighed,

Honestly I don't have the slightest clue what I wanted for this I just wanted them sick and Garroth to be a cat. Wow, the lack of sleep is kicking hard. Two more days until exams! I'm flippin' my shit and my head hurts so much but oh fucking well! 

~ Jimma