Sunflowers (Not Edited)

Chapter Twelve

"This is useless." Dallon shouted, startling Brendon by slamming a textbook on the table. He eyed it with distaste as Dallon went on with what he was saying. "We're wasting time here-I mean-it's been six hours and all we got was a stupid fortune saying that we were alone and somehow going to save the world! That's nothing when it doesn't give us a clue on how!"

Brendon flinched and placed his book beside Dallon's. It snipped at his fingers for some reason, and he pulled his hands away to keep from being bitten.

"Well, to begin with, don't slam my books and second of all, please quit yelling." Ryan scolded, giving a subtle gesture towards Brendon, who was dusting his pants off. He picked at a fuzz he must've received in the magic store and flicked it onto his floor. It already needed to be vacuumed anyways, he thought. A single fuzz wouldn't do it much harm.

"We need something else. And books aren't going to cover it. Don't you have like, I don't know, more magic robots?"

"We have the room." Brendon suggested in almost a whisper. "And the clock."

"What's that going to do for us? Kill us? Because hanging out with the thing that murdered everyone is exactly how I wanted to spend my last few hours."

"Wait. I think he's onto something."

"Oh...Really?"

"Yes, really. Think about it. What does the clock do?"

"Kill people."

"It chimes." Brendon answered.

"Exactly. And it always chimes-"

"When we're right about things!" Brendon exclaimed while jumping out of his chair. "We could ask the clock!"

"That's the worst fucking idea I've ever heard in my entire life."

"Exactly. If we could ask it the right questions then we might be able to save the world sooner than Dally over there, thinks." Ryan said, completely ignoring the fact that Dallon was standing right beside him.

"And then we could get the sun back and the people back and buy me new blankets." Brendon added, growing more excited as he spoke. If they were right and the clock chimed as thy expected it to, then they could actually bring things back to normal. Maybe not 'normal' normal, but normal enough.

"You two are insane."

"Insanity is measured by rabbits, not decisions. Are you coming with us or not?" Ryan asked, using a metaphor made up by either Spencer or Jon; Brendon couldn't quite remember.

"I'd love to say no, but right now I'm kind've forced to say yes." Dallon admitted, swatting at a butterfly that had managed to get itself upstairs. Ryan too, joined in at whacking it. Apparently neither of them appreciated the winged insects. Though it was easy to tell that Dallon was more annoyed than scared of them.

"Great!" Ryan shouted, snapping a book shut. "Then let's go. If our theory is correct and time here is the same as time there, then we might not have enough time left."

Brendon jumped out of his chair; again, knocking it backwards. He had swapped his hoodie out for a jacket that matched his outfit so didn't have to worry about clothes as he had done earlier, but he still wiped his pants to make sure they were alright while Dallon and Ryan stood up too.

Ryan ruffled his hair, stopping him from worrying about his pants but also confusing him.

"Let's go. No time to waste."

Dallon looked like he wanted to say something sarcastic but also looked like he couldn't think of anything to say. Much to Brendon's surprise, he nodded in agreement and kept quiet.