Nerrison One Shot Book

Get Along Shirt

                      Nerris and Harrison were in the usual fight, throwing dice and pulling foam bats from hats, David watched the two sadly, he wished that for once they could just get along and be friends, get along, get along, get along.. YES! David was hit by and idea that was pure gold! He ran into the lounge area of the counselors cabin, grabbed his keys after a quick "Cya in a minute watch the kids!" to his co-counselor Gwen and raced out the door into the car.

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                                                                            Nerris POV

                              I was sitting on my cardboard tower playing d&d until I saw David appear at the bottom of my tower "Nerris sweetie, can you come down for a minute?" I looked at him confused and reluctantly put down my die and climbed out of the tower.  David led me to the stage and got Harrison too. Oh no, another lecture about 'Being Friends' and stupid stuff like that. I noticed David was carrying a bag, when I asked him what it was he told me we would see, we walked backstage and David pulled out a huge white t-shirt from the bag, thats when I noticed writing on it, I couldn't read it since the shirt was folded but I was already concerned, I noticed Harrison next to me, wearing the same puzzled face. David unfolded it and held it up to his chest, 'This is our get along shirt' No. Way. David put on his fake angry face "If I see you two fighting again, you're gonna have to wear this for a whole day." I glanced at the shirt then at Harrison, Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god. Harrison looked like a tomato and I'm sure I did too. Me and Harrison locked eyes and without words, we decided to never fight again.

                                                                                     The Next Morning

                 "HARRISON THATS STUPID!" I yelled, and immediately regretted it, David approached us with the bundle of white cloth. Harrison gave me the, 'I hate you look'. David smushed us together and put the shirt over us, "Now if I catch you two without this shirt on for the rest of the day, I'll make it two days!" my left arm went out the left arm hole my other arm was left dangling out of the shirt, with all the complaining and commotion coming from our table everyone at camp saw us, I felt my face heat up, people where laughing and whispering, even our one shared friend Preston, was snickering. I was gonna die. After an incredibly awkward breakfast and a face full of eggs me and Harrison stumbled over to the activities center, he wanted to go practice magic behind the stage but I wanted to play d&d on top of my castle, eventually we came to the agreement that I could bring my d&d stuff down to the stage while he practiced. Have you ever tried to walk up stairs with someone basically attached to you? Probably not but holy hell it was difficult. Me and Harrison tried to get up the stairs 8 times until I got frustrated and lifted him up the ground, carrying him like a sack of potatoes. Once I got my stuff it was time to go down, we made it down three steps until tumbling down, it was especially awkward because Harrison ended up falling on top of me, and it was even worse cause the shirt was pressing us closer together. He rolled off off me and we stumbled trying to get off the ground. When we finally made it to the stage I set up my things and Harrison started doing random tricks, I couldn't help but watch, they really weren't as dumb as I made them out to be. Huh. I pretended not to watch him as a flame flickered in his palm, I watched its shape turn into various animals, plants, and items in general. "That's super cool." I commented, I guess I caught him off guard cause he jumped and the light went out from his hand. "Sorry, Sorry!, I didn't mean to scare you!" He stared at me and I saw a glint of sadness in his eyes. "It's uh, no problem.. I just-" He sighed "This was my brother's favorite trick..." I realized I reached a touchy subject and I really didn't wanna cross any lines, but I guess he really needed to vent so he continued. "He said he liked this form best.." The fire returned to his palm and it turned into the shape of a small ballerina dancer, she danced across Harrison's palm, jumping and spinning. It was gorgeous, after about 30 seconds he closed his fist and the flame went out. He seemed sad, regretful. I wanted to ask so many questions, but I didn't want to upset him either. I overheard his parents say he made his brother disappear but does that mean he's dead? Was it intentional? I decided to leave him alone as he fidgeted around with some cards, which I imagine would be pretty hard to do one handed but he managed.