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Chapter 1: Dave
Droplets kept dropping on my tail, the umbrella was too small for 2 people. Not that it bothers me but Tyson insisted I stay under it with him. He also said we should have stayed in the car but how could i when my best friend is getting trialed for murder he never commited a month ago! Orlando would never kill Dean, right?
This is no time to second guess yourself Dave, you’ve talked this over with the others, and yourself too. It doesn't make sense at all why Orlando would kill Dean, the person he has… had tried to set me up with for almost a year. The police were just going by clues and testimonies and it makes sense, but it just couldn't be him, I know, WE all know.
I sneezed, I didn't even know I was this cold until I noticed I was shivering. Ty who has been silent this whole time sighs and puts me closer to him. “If you’re gonna keep spacing out at least let’s stay somewhere warm” It wasn’t a tight side hug, but it did its job, it's warmer now. And you can almost smell his scent if the smell of the rain wasn't so strong. I didn’t say anything, I just shook my head, which made him sigh again, “You’re such a brat, you know that?”
The sensation eases me up a little but my attention is still on the gate. I have been waiting for at least 2 hours, I think. Same with Ty, I had told him he could just wait home but he insists he’d stay here. Though the reason was probably not because he likes Orlando, since he is his bully in highschool after all.
Before I can even get back to my thoughts Tyson shook my shoulders while pointing at the doors. Its opening! Oh please let Orlando be not guilty.
The first thing I see from the doors isn’t Orlando but another dragon in a suit, and another one, and more? What is happening, where’s Orlando? I waited across the street for just this reason. I wanted to see him, to make sure he’s okay.
Not long after I can finally spot him. He is also wearing that formal attire like the rest of the dragons. Though he is quite noticeable from how shorter he is compared to the rest, and his round shape physique is quite unmistakable. And well, his yellow scales and red mane also stand out in the gray sky.
His expression didn't bring me much confidence though, he seemed sad. Not that I can blame him, he was brought here to testify to something he has said over and over again. Shouldn’t you be happy though if you win a trial? Did… Did he lose the trial? No, I had to make sure.
“ORLANDO!!” I yelled and he looked up at me who had to jump multiple times and get closer to him. Some life finally registering back to his eyes. His mouth was gaping and I could see his face being um, I wasn’t sure, it could be happy, sad, scared, but it was still dull. He weakly waved back at me, who was drenched now. Tyson will be mad at me later but that doesn't matter now I just want to know the news.
“DID YOU WIN THE TRIAL ORLANDO?” I yelled again, and he only answered me with a smile, I think. I can barely see it. He was rushed into the car before he could even say it, or was he not allowed to tell us? Maybe we have to wait for the news?
But a smile is a good thing, I think. Was he just happy to see us? I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.
I didn’t notice how scary these men were. They're all dragons wearing sunglasses in the cloudy afternoon, none of them are using umbrellas too. Though that’s probably because they’re so warm they could just dry their suits that way. I sneezed again, my body seemed to longed for the warmth of Orlando’s natural body heat when we used to just cuddle and watch weird silly videos on his phone.
I hope he’s alright…
The car drove away, and it felt like something else was driving along with it. Was that out last meeting? I… I don't know, I don't want to lose any more friends. Dean was enough, and then Roswell lose out of touch and... And now it’s my best friend?
“Stop it.” I whispered to the world, but it was drowned by the sound of rain.
“He’s gone now Dave, let’s go back home. You need a bath.” His voice felt insulting but I know Ty enough that he doesn’t mean it that way but it didn't help with the pain growing in my heart. Or, at least something that used to be there before,before dad…
“Okay…” The word left my throat like sandpaper, but we can’t really do anything now. It’s too late to chase him now. With that we both went back into the car. And as I guessed, Tyson wasn’t happy about his wet seat. On the ride home Ty tried to make small conversations with me but I can't really make out what he’s saying, I just nod and grunt back at him, just like back then.