Khaotic Kids of the Keys [DISCONTINUED]

When Sparks Fly

The clouds darkened in the sky overhead. Things seemed like they would never be the same as Larry tried to deal with his feelings about Mya.

It appeared to him that she had already moved on. Did she even miss him? Was she planning to leave him all along? He would never know.

Asor stood above sprawled, depressed Larry, trying to snap him out of his daydream.

"Larry!" Asor had said for the fiftieth time.

"Huh?!" Larry shouted, finally back in reality.

"You can't keep sulking over her. You have to move on." Asor said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Larry slowly sat up to look at him in the eyes. "I can't."

"What was that?" Asor asked.

"I can't get over her," Larry mumbled to the ground.

Asor sighed exaggeratedly. "I can't have you sulking for the rest of your life. It's a bad image for our crew."

Suddenly, Hank, Larry's stepfather, stepped into the room. He and Asor shared a glance at each other. "

"Get this boy out of the house," Hank said. "He needs it."

"Your wish is my command!" Asor said saluting.

Asor walked over to Larry, dragging him by the feet out the front door. Larry refused and squealed like a child.

"Stop! I'm never leaving this house." He declared.

"Not if I have anything to do with it," Asor said loudly cracking his knuckles. "C'mon, Hank."

As a team effort, they both carried and threw Larry to the front yard. Larry's mother, Petunia, saw this.

"Get off my lawn!" She yelled. "You boys are ruining my garden!"

"Sorry, hon," Hank apologized. "Asor and I are trying to cheer him up."

"By throwing him unto my garden?!" She exclaimed.

Asor and Hank shrugged as they traded glances at an aching, emotionally, and physically, Larry.

Petunia dusted off her hands and helped her son get up.

"Things are meant to change, sometimes there's nothing you can do about it but accept it. It's summer, go have fun!"

Larry slowly nodded. "I guess you're right, Mom."

Asor swung an arm over his neck. "What is it that single people do?"

Asor stopped for a moment then gasped. "I know! Let's get ice cream!"

They went to Isla's Ice Cream Parlor, even though it was rated the worst ice cream shop. It's cheap and had the most unique toppings. Their favorite was the chocolate cockroaches and cotton candy cat hair.

They also loved it because they got discounts by making sure the owner feared them. Asor walked into the store, kicking the door open, while Larry lagged behind, letting everyone know who's boss.

The customers who knew him fled and the elderly held onto their canes and purses tightly. Asor rung the bell on the counter multiple times.

"Isla! Don't keep us waiting or I'll stuff the chocolate roaches down your throat!" Asor threatened.

Isla ran out of the back room."Sorry for the wait. It'll never happen again." Isla said, shaking in fear.

"You bet your one star it won't. Get us the usual." Asor said, smacking a few pennies onto the counter.