Then I thought about you guys, waiting for more. And I said, "I wish I could've done more, and sooner." I really do. But living in the past ain't gonna change anything. (Sorry about that, I've been feeling like following the rules too much can be hazardous to my mental health. I apologize. It won't happen again; all grammar will be correct from now on. Probably.) Hey, I'm sorry if I get a ton of homework. I'm ahead a year in math, taking advanced English, engineering, and with my other classes like chemistry and history, I feel like they're going to be giving me a bunch of homework to do, which is something that I'm not used to doing quite yet. There may be some gaps until I get it all straightened out.
But, I couldn't just leave you hanging... so here it is, and I stayed up to write it. I'm actually typing this at school, if you have any ideas about me staying up typing on my computer.
The Super, Part Eight: T-Bone
"Hey, guys," said the star guy. Both Biter and Octo sighed dramatically, trying to get him to go away, but of course the star guy didn't pick up on it. There's only so much an alien can learn while in prison."What do you want?" The Blue Octo ventured.
"To... er... hang up, as you say?" He said it like a question, as if he wasn't sure why he was there at all.
"You mean hang OUT," corrected Biter, "and no, you can't do that. Don't even try."
"It seems you don't have many friends... Could this be why? Rejecting others asking for friendship? Do you know why.... Er, Fighter?" said the star guy. Man, this guy was digging his own grave, and it looked like he knew it.
Biter stepped forward, baring his teeth. Octo moved in front of him, presumably to stop him from doing something stupid, but it was clear that if Biter wanted to do something, he'd do it. Whether Octo was there or not.
"The name's Biter. Bite. Er. See the big dinosaur fangs? Not for show. They're real, genuine, dinosaur fangs I'm willing to use if anyone gets on my bad side. And right now, you're headed in that direction, Mr. Tar-say."
"Tar... say?" asked the star guy.
"Star in Pig Latin," said Biter. "I thought you were supposed to be smart. Why is no one as smart as they say they are?" He turned and kept walking, the others following.
"Well, uh," said the star guy, trying to change subjects. "I'm not sure I understand why two different people such as yourself and Mr. T-Bone here are friends, perhaps--"
"T-BONE?!" shouted Octo, turning savagely to glare intensely at the star. Biter, on the other hand, burst out laughing, so much he collapsed onto the ground. "Oh, of course you'd think it funny," Octo said, directed at Biter, who was now rolling on the ground holding his sides. "I can't believe this. One day – no, not even a full 24 hours – and it's already catching on."
"What's so funny?" asked the star guy.
"My real name, at least as far as I can tell, is The Blue Octo," said Octo, "making my initials T, B, and O. Put them together and you get T-Bo. Only Biter calls me that. Only Biter," he stressed, making it as clear as he could that the star was not to call him any version of that.
"Oh, man," said Biter, standing up and wiping his eyes, "that was just too perfect. Your reaction– 'T-BONE?' Priceless. Tell ya what, Tar-say, you can hang with us. One free day. We'll decide if you're really T-Bone material."
"T-bone... What's that supposed to mean?!" asked Octo, rather hotheadedly.
"I mean we'll see if he lives up to this standard he's set for himself. I wanna know if he'll be making fun of you all the time, or if that was a one-time gig. And one way to test anyone's loyalty is to show them the ma–"
"Well," interrupted Octo, "why don't we talk about it first before we start giving out all our secrets to random strangers? What if the dragon finds out? What will your massively intelligent brain think of then?"
"I have a name, you know," put in the star guy.
"Eh? Stars have names?" asked Biter.
"Uh, yeah," said the Star. "We all do. I just forgot mine until recently. But now I remember, it's–"
"Wait, wait, wait, you forgot your own name? How does someone do that?" criticized Biter.
"I am about two billion years old," said the star. "My name is North."
"What, like the north star? Are you saying you're the North Star? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I saw you and the north star at the same time last night. How does that work, do you exist in two places at once or something?" Biter questioned.
"Sort of, yeah," said North. "What actually happens is it takes thousands of millions of years for light to travel across space. So those stars up there? Those stars were hanging around while dinosaurs walked the Earth. If you actually were paying attention last night, you would have seen that, in fact, my leftover light is now completely gone. No more North Star for you Earthlings. Sorry, you'll have to figure out something else to navigate by."
It was silent for a moment.
"Hey, North," said Octo. "We have something to show you..."
"Yeah, but first, we have to ask you: Can you keep a secret?" asked Biter.
"Yes," said North, "yes I can."
"Good," said Biter. "Now, there's this map I found..."
Yaaaay! More writing! Happiness! This post took the whole day to write. I started writing it this morning, and now it's finally done. I just got back from the school's first football game of the year, (as far as I'm aware) and my voice is shot. It was totally a lot of fun, but that much yelling? Not good for my vocal chords. I hope it'll be back tomorrow. At least it doesn't affect my ability to write! :P
Anyway, WEEKEND!! Writing and relaxing time!! I hope to be writing something else soon, so keep checking!! :) That's all, for now.
Destination: Imagination!
~PolarFarina
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