The insufferable 'eeh eeh eeh' sound of the alarm clock drew him from his dream land escapades, back into the dreary everyday life wherein he inhabited. Well, it wasn't really dreary, more like weird; wasn't bad or anything, just really, really weird. The owner punched down on his alarm clock and put an end to the terrible sound, before rolling over in his bed and falling asleep once more. Of course, being the responsible young man that he was, he simply could not waste this precious day in bed, it wouldn't be good for the body or mind to sleep for too long. Reluctantly, he threw his multicolored bed sheets off of his person and rolled off of his bed, effectively planting his bare feet on the cold floor below.
"I might as well start the day." He thought, rubbing his eyes and yawning. "If I don't, I'm sure it'll find a way to get me."
The grey chameleon hopped off of his bed and stripped out of his bedtime wear; a pair of shorts and a sleeveless top, before making his way to his bedroom closet. Moments afterwards, he would emerge from his bedroom, dawning his white suit; consisting of a white blazer, pair of pants and tie along with a black dress shirt beneath. The suit had earned him his fair share of odd looks and half-assed attempts at insults, but it was something he felt comfortable wearing and that was all that really mattered. Merrily marching out of his bedroom, he set out to complete his daily rituals, consisting of a brushing his teeth and polishing his horn, something very few would even consider doing, while the chameleon himself considered that such an act couldn't possibly hurt to put a little effort into making oneself look flashier than average.
A knock on the front door surprised him somewhat, who would be visiting at this hour?
"Come in, it's unlocked!" Haze the Chameleon shouted, straightening his tie and stepping out of the bathroom. He had hoped that the visitor had heard him through the bathroom door.
At the end of the hallway stood a giggling blond monkey, holding a small trophy with a disco ball perched atop it, she turned to see Haze and giggled a bit louder. She held it upwards, showing Haze the name engraved into it as she did her best to supress her laughter. The plate upon the bronzed statuette read 'Fandango McQueen', and when the chameleon spotted this, his eyes widened and the monkey burst into laughter. He approached her with the intent of getting it away, but the simian raised the trophy in the opposing direction, blocking Haze's face with her hand, leading him to grumble angrily. Although he was taller, the girl was noticeably stronger than him, and managed to keep the embarrassing treasure just out of his reach by a few inches.
"Say, who's this dweeb, Fandongo, and why do you have his trophy? Didja beat him up or something?" she asked, squinting at the name engraved into the prize and grinning. "Or did he beat you up and you took this as revenge?"
Haze took a step away, straightening his tie and coughing into his fist. "If you must know, it belongs to me. There was a point in my life where that was my name. Now give it back!" He ordered, extending his hand.
"No need to spaz out; here spazwad." She commented, placing the trophy into his hand. "Dumb name though. Were you on something when you chose it?" Elowen added, extending her thumb and pinky fingers and placing her thumb in her mouth, emulating someone taking a drink from a bottle
"No, Elowen, I chose that name when I was younger. Crazier. Flashier." Haze answered, looking up and reminiscing the days of his youth before looking back down at Elowen. "Those were good days. Greta days, even. The days before I met you and everything began getting progressively worse."
This mischievous girl was Elowen Mars, Haze's dance partner of the last decade, they knew each other well, and Elowen would do her best to use her knowledge to irritate Haze in countless ways in her free time. Such example would be sending Christmas carollers to his home during August and tossing bright red clothing in with Haze's predominantly white laundry. What certainly did Haze no favors was her family's lucrative income, and what seemed like an irresponsible amount of said income the girl had access to.
"Say, have you ever considered changing your name?" She inquired, placing a finger on Haze's horn. "You could have a cool name, like 'Jesse James', or 'Dalton'. You don't have to live with the lame name you've got, ya know."
"Oh, please." He scoffed, slapping her finger away. "It' a perfectly fine name. Besides, I wouldn't touch any of those names with a 10 foot pole held by someone 10 feet away. What's more, I don't have time for this." He looked up at the nearby wall clock and turned to re-enter his bedroom, Elowen cheerfully following.
Haze slammed his bedroom door behind him, putting a stop to his guests' intentions of entering his room.
"Oh come on, let me in. You can brag about how you got a cute girl in your room." She bargained. "Think of what it can do for your image."
"And just what is wrong with my image? Actually, I withdraw my question." Haze said from behind the door, locking it. "Whatever you think my image may be, if I need to have a girl in my room to fix it, I can assure you right now tha-"
"Boring, you're using too many words and you're boring me now." Elowen interrupted, imagining Haze's angry face from behind the door. Her idea of a scowling chameleon shaking his fist was spot on. However, instead of yelling, Haze took a few deep breaths and let it go, it wasn't worth getting angry.
He walked to the chestnut drawer at the corner of the room and opened the top drawer, withdrawing a sword sheathed in a black scabbard. The sword was a foot and a half long gladius, a short sword by human standards, but for Haze's three and a half foot tall frame, it was perfect. Strapping the weapon to his waist and left leg. Elowen was sure to have said something but Haze interrupted her immediately after opening his door. Nudging past her, he made his way to the door and reached into his pocket for his bike lock keys. As he stepped out of his house, he turned to see Elowen leaving, almost certain that she had left the door unlocked. Such matters bothered him more than it should have, as his home was a pretty long ways away from the city, or just about anyone. The houses in the area were nothing but bungalows, spaced out at reasonable distances. While he could see his neighbour's home without binoculars, he rarely visited as he honestly was indifferent to the lives of his neighbours.
With the keys withdrawn, he unlocked the lock and set up his black and pink swirled bicycle, ready to ride into the city,
"Hey, where're you going? Can I come?" Elowen asked, approaching Haze and his bike. "Promise I'll behave."
"I'm going to meet Zed for brunch, and idle chit chat. And no, no you can't co-wait," he started, "You promise to behave? That's a joke."
"No I'm serious. Look." Elowen extended her pinky. "Pinky swear. I pinky promise to behave"
"What are you, nine?" Haze inquired, making an irritate grimace. "What makes you think that I'm going to take that seriously?"
Elowen furrowed her brow and frowned, making a sad face. All she needed to do now was purse her lips and she'd be the image of an upset nine year old.
"What are you so upset about? Hang out with someone else today." He asked, trying to sound compassionate.
"Haze, I may not be your and Zed's best friend, but you guys…" She placed a closed fist to her chin and made a whimper. "You guys are my best friends, in the whole world."
With the end of that sentence, Elowen placed her face within her palms and made sobbing noises. Haze could tell she was faking, but he still couldn't stand to see someone cry, or at least try to pretend cry. It tugged at the little guy's heartstrings. With an exasperated sigh, Haze extended his pinky finger, watching Elowen peek through her fingers and gleefully cheerfully, wrapping her pinky around his.
"You promise?" Haze asked, pulling her in a bit closer and making an intense face.
With an excited nod, Haze let go and motioned her to get on so that they can get a move on, finally. Elowen, seeing no other way to ride on his bike, jumped on the handlebars, greatly obstructing Haze's vision.
"I'll tell you where we're going, you just work the pedals and steer." She commented, pointing forwards. "Now, go this way and go straight."
Haze rolled his eyes and began pedalling, harder and harder until they picked up a decent speed. The two rode down the road, heading towards the city to meet with their friend, hoping that the glorious day ahead of them would hold no danger or bad things.