My Kind Of Friend

Polsian Spit

The boy was shivering and breathing fast. He knew that he shouldn't do what he's about to do, but it was the only way for him.

Zack took a deep breath.

I can't turn back now.

He knocked on Ivory's door, he asked himself; do I really want her to open the door?

Zack scratched his neck as he waited. He could barely wait, he was afraid that he'll turn back. His grandfather always told him to never turn back and he wasn't about to betray his grandfather's words.

Finally the door was swung open by Ivory. She looked cheerier then usual. Her hair was in a bun which was tied with a pink ribbon, pretty surprising for Ivory. She wore clean pink pajamas, also surprising,

"Hey!" Ivory greeted.

"Hello, can I come in?"

Ivory shuddered at the question. She never had anyone visit her dorm room so she never kept it in best conditions. She turned back to check her room. Thankfully, her room wasn't messy.

"Sure!"

She gave Zack some space to enter and raised her right eyebrow when he hesitated. Zack had an apparent aura of regret.

Once Zack came in, he took a few seconds to admire her room. Ivory's room was the same as his room except hers was more neat, excluding her bed which was covered with half of the things she owned.

"So why did you come here?"

Zack stuttered as he spoke, "Do you have Polsian spit?"

"The whale?"

Zack levitated his eyeballs to the ceiling, "yes."

Ivory's face lit up.

"Oooh, I do have that!"

She walked to her large purple closet door and opened it which revealed her storage of random things she gathered in her one and a half years of attending Matthews Academy. The closet was a regal gold inside but all the things messily stuffed into it definitely weren't regal.

"Okay, do you wanna know how I got them?"

Zack twitched but he spoke. "Yeah, I heard that there were pretty rare."

Ivory started taking out things from her closet and placing it on her bed.

"So last year, we had a field trip to the Ria Gardens, you know what that is right?" The Apahavian said.

"No," Zack admitted.

"Just a big stupid overrated field with flowers and animals," Ivory said.

She took out more and more things from her closet, her arms extremely tired and her hands were painted pink-reddish.

"That was back in January, where Polsian babies start to leave their mothers to go out and explore the world."

"And it just so happens that the Ria Gardens was a popular destination for Polsian babies the day we visited," the girl said.

"The teachers gave us little blue jars and told us to collect Polsian spit so we can do magic tricks with them."

"We collected spit, huddled by a river where Professor Wishbone taught us some special spells you can only do with that stupid whale's spit,"

Ivory stopped taking out things.

"Here it is!" She exclaimed.

In the upper left hand corner of the closet, lay a mysterious black box. She took it out and removed the lid. Zack went closer to see, the box contained medium sized blue jars, not small as Ivory said.

"I filled only one jar of spit, but Terra gave me five more," Ivory said.

"It was kind of weird," She said.

She took out one jar that was filled with orange and yellow tiny flowers that looked rather fake.

"She taught us how to turn Polsian spit into flowers," the girl said.

"How?" Zack asked.

"I don't remember the spell," Ivory said.

"Okay so five of these jars are filled with the spit, I can take the one that's filled with flowers," the Apahavian said.

She placed the box on the bed and pondered for a few seconds. Ivory turned her head to Zack who was staring at the box. She looked at the jar in her hands.

"Or you can also take the other jar as a memory," Ivory said.

"No need," Zack said.

"Yes need," Ivory said as she snugged the flower jar between the other jars.

A feeling of guilt wavered over Zack's face while his fists trembled.

"No?" Zack said.

"Yes, take the jar," the girl said.

Zack scratched his head, he scratched more and more. His blue jacket was itching him too so he scratched that too. Suddenly, his hands were all over his body. It was like he had chicken pox without the spots.

Ivory curiously stared at him, she wanted to look away but she couldn't.

The Apahavian then placed the black lid on top of the black box and handed it to him which he carried with his left hand.

"Why do you want Polsian spit anyways?"

Zack's right hand was occupied with scratching his neck but it stopped. Zack's light brown eyes dug deep into Ivory's dark chocolate brown eyes. He shook his head and turned his eyes away from Ivory's. As if they stared long enough, Ivory would be able to dig out the truth.

"It's okay if you don't want to say," Ivory said.

Lines by the corners of the human's mouth appeared. He gave his nose one last itch and he marched to the door.

Before he would open the door, he turned his head to Ivory.

"Goodbye," Zack added but that's not all what Zack said, he mumbled something right after he said his farewell. Ivory wanted to ask him to say it again loudly but she decided not to.

Zack quietly went out of the dorm room. He wasn't sure that his weak legs would be able to carry him to his room. He wasn't sure that he'll be able to look at his reflection in the mirror again.

He was only sure that he was truly alone in the world, that no one cares about his problems or feelings.