Squall Leonhart was sick. Very sick. He was aching, coughing, his nose was plugged, and his voice was as hoarse as a scratched record. He lay in bed, with his dog Angelo whimpering lovingly below him.
Squall let his hand fall. "Lick, Angelo." he murmured. Angelo wiped his warm, wet tongue across Squall's hand. Squall heard his best friend, Zell Dincht, getting ready for the huge school dance that Squall was too sick to attend. Zell rushed in the room.
"Squall, how you feelin?" Zell asked, turning to Squall's mirror, checking himself out. Squall shrugged and sunk deeper into the covers. Zell fixed his suit up a little more. "Well as long as your ok..." he yipped, and checked his watch. "Selphie should be here in a couple minutes...better go meet her!" and with that, Zell plundered out of the room and down the creaky stairs, leaving the door open. Squall heard the door being banged against, and figured Selphie was here.
"Oh..please shut up!" he moaned, and covered his head. A man's voice was heard, yelling over Angelo's bellows. The door slammed, then all was silenced. "Have fun, Zell." mumbled Squall. He turned and fell asleep.
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It was about an hour later. The phone was ringing, and Squall had to practically bite himself to make himself move. "Uhhh.." he growled as the ringing became louder. He reached over to his bedside table, and groggily picked up the phone. "Uh" he croaked as a greeting. "Hiya, Squallie?" It was Selphie Tilmitt, with her high-pitched voice. "Hi, can you please tell Zell that I can't come? They blocked off the road because of black ice, and some maniacs who escaped from an insane asylum."
Squall frowned, turning slightly angry. "What are you talking about? You picked Zell up an hour ago!" His head started to spin. "Um, no Squall..." Someone downstairs picked up the fone, and heavy breathing and heavy breathing and moaning was heard. Selphie whispered. "Oh my Hyne, Squall! The maniacs are in your house!!" Squall turned and started to panic. He let his hand fall . "Lick, Angelo.." he whispered. He felt the warm tongue carass his hand again.
"Squall, I'm sending the police right now!" Selphie cried, and then the line buzzed, then someone screamed, then it completely went out. Squall put down the phone, and looked around for defense items. He'd use his bat, if the maniacs came into his room. And then he'd use Angelo. Although he thought that Angelo might be too chicken to fight.
Suddenly, a scratching was heard at the door. Someone was moaning, and downstairs people were screaming and shouting. Squall clutched the bat to his chest, shivering in fear. Looking out his window he saw the police sirens swirling; he heard loud, deep voices shouting orders and also Selphie crying.
Squall leapt out of bed , and with much courage, swung open the door, which had somehow closed before. Zell lay before him, bleeding, beaten, and cut. "Oh my Hyne Zell!" cried Squall. Police officers came up behind Zell, as long as paramedics. The paramedics picked up Zell and took him away. The police led Squall downstairs, questioning him. Downstairs, the house was a mess. The sofa was torn, dishes were broken on the floor, and the carpet was getting ripped out. Squall saw something behind the couch and went in for a closer look, and saw it was Angelo's bloody carcass. "But how?!" cried Squall in confusment. Selphie looked away, and ran to Zell to comfort him on the stretcher.
"But..how?!" Squall yelped again. "Angelo was upstairs the whole time, under my bed, licking my hand!" One officer motioned towards the staircase, and tromped up a few stairs, then stopped, looked back, and said: "Humans can lick, too."
Squall let his hand fall. "Lick, Angelo." he murmured. Angelo wiped his warm, wet tongue across Squall's hand. Squall heard his best friend, Zell Dincht, getting ready for the huge school dance that Squall was too sick to attend. Zell rushed in the room.
"Squall, how you feelin?" Zell asked, turning to Squall's mirror, checking himself out. Squall shrugged and sunk deeper into the covers. Zell fixed his suit up a little more. "Well as long as your ok..." he yipped, and checked his watch. "Selphie should be here in a couple minutes...better go meet her!" and with that, Zell plundered out of the room and down the creaky stairs, leaving the door open. Squall heard the door being banged against, and figured Selphie was here.
"Oh..please shut up!" he moaned, and covered his head. A man's voice was heard, yelling over Angelo's bellows. The door slammed, then all was silenced. "Have fun, Zell." mumbled Squall. He turned and fell asleep.
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It was about an hour later. The phone was ringing, and Squall had to practically bite himself to make himself move. "Uhhh.." he growled as the ringing became louder. He reached over to his bedside table, and groggily picked up the phone. "Uh" he croaked as a greeting. "Hiya, Squallie?" It was Selphie Tilmitt, with her high-pitched voice. "Hi, can you please tell Zell that I can't come? They blocked off the road because of black ice, and some maniacs who escaped from an insane asylum."
Squall frowned, turning slightly angry. "What are you talking about? You picked Zell up an hour ago!" His head started to spin. "Um, no Squall..." Someone downstairs picked up the fone, and heavy breathing and heavy breathing and moaning was heard. Selphie whispered. "Oh my Hyne, Squall! The maniacs are in your house!!" Squall turned and started to panic. He let his hand fall . "Lick, Angelo.." he whispered. He felt the warm tongue carass his hand again.
"Squall, I'm sending the police right now!" Selphie cried, and then the line buzzed, then someone screamed, then it completely went out. Squall put down the phone, and looked around for defense items. He'd use his bat, if the maniacs came into his room. And then he'd use Angelo. Although he thought that Angelo might be too chicken to fight.
Suddenly, a scratching was heard at the door. Someone was moaning, and downstairs people were screaming and shouting. Squall clutched the bat to his chest, shivering in fear. Looking out his window he saw the police sirens swirling; he heard loud, deep voices shouting orders and also Selphie crying.
Squall leapt out of bed , and with much courage, swung open the door, which had somehow closed before. Zell lay before him, bleeding, beaten, and cut. "Oh my Hyne Zell!" cried Squall. Police officers came up behind Zell, as long as paramedics. The paramedics picked up Zell and took him away. The police led Squall downstairs, questioning him. Downstairs, the house was a mess. The sofa was torn, dishes were broken on the floor, and the carpet was getting ripped out. Squall saw something behind the couch and went in for a closer look, and saw it was Angelo's bloody carcass. "But how?!" cried Squall in confusment. Selphie looked away, and ran to Zell to comfort him on the stretcher.
"But..how?!" Squall yelped again. "Angelo was upstairs the whole time, under my bed, licking my hand!" One officer motioned towards the staircase, and tromped up a few stairs, then stopped, looked back, and said: "Humans can lick, too."