{Skylox} Highschool & Headsets

Chapter 69- No Rest for an Angel

A/N: ok let's get some things straight *grabs the nearest heterosexual person around*

1. We will not even speak of the chapter I am doing. That number will never be on my hands- OH GAWD-! //shot

2. The name oh my god I just I'm sorry

3. I was on tumblr too much so I'm a bit drunk off of it SORRY if I screw up or... Something-

Adam's POV:

We barely slept last night, between all of the conversations and whining back and forth. I was knocked out by what had to be three AM, and I'm not really sure if Ty fell asleep. I'll say one thing, though - he's starting to put on more weight and that's pretty clear (YOU'RE WELCOME).

Yes, I know very well why. Don't give me that look.

I woke to the weight lifted off of the bed at probably five-ish, which meant Ty had gotten up, and even though my eyelids were extremely heavy, begging me to close my eyes again, I slung my legs over the side of the bed and hauled myself onto two wobbly legs. This, would be a long day. Blinking my eyes open, I glanced in the direction where Ty had left, and called over my shoulder, "Hon, I'm gonna get going now, okay?"

I didn't receive a response, but I was sure he'd heard me loud and clear. With that, I practically ran to my dresser across the room, pulled open a few drawers and threw an ensemble on. I was out the door in minutes. Who had time for breakfast (that's me everyday. Like legit)? I had to get to school. Did it matter, anyway? (YES ITS THE MOST IMPORTANT MEAL OF THE- //shot ...WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN)

~Timeskip becuz I cannnnn... I hate describing school days you know me~

I walked out of the building with Mitch and Jerome this time, (Mitch far to the left and Jerome sandwiched between us) considering we'd be taking the same route, anyways. I'd slept though mostly every class - not that the teachers noticed not cared - and one of the 'gang' would usually be the ones to wake me up. Since they were used to the routine of me actually being "on top" (oh GAWD no pun intend oh dear-) of things lately, all of Team Crafted was utterly dumbfounded by this... Even though it was vague I'd gotten no sleep, I mean come on guys. Honestly.

"So," Mitch spoke up among the silent trio of us, "How's Ty doing? I mean... He is getting farther into.. This now." The Canadian muttered the last part, considering we were sill near actual people.

Personally I'd expected him to make a comment directed at both me, and Jerome, but no, it was directed at me. It was nice to see those two made up, all the same, I'm still thrilled to now.

"He's perfectly fine," I said with a nod, "But he is.. Starting to, uh.. Gain weight I guess." I told him.

Jerome just laughed, throwing me a glance. "I'm pretty sure that's supposed to happen," he put in.

I felt my face heat up, aware he was calling me stupid. However, I was also aware this was a joke. "I know that it's normal, dude," I smirked, playfully punching his arm, and my friend only returned the gestures, without another word.

"Yeah... Um... But, I'm kind of getting the gist people are catching on," Mitch suddenly said.

"What?" I blinked in surprise, "They're catching on that he's...?!"

"No, no!" Mitch hushed, eyes growing wide, "Just... They're noticing how.. You've been 'acting' and how Ty isn't here and-"

"So?" I raised an eyebrow to my companion, "That doesn't mean they have a clue what's going on," I reminded.

"Yeah but..." He trailed off. "Never mind," the Canadian sighed, throwing up his hands as a sign he'd given up, "Never mind..."

A/N: I'm so sorry but I has to go so ;n; bai kittens o mine

-Comet, signing off.