Wow, chapter two of Broken Crayons! :D I figured this one needed an update, so here it is! I decided this story would be better in Zack's POV, so, yeah. Well, I don't really have much to say up here except, enjoy! OuO ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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"Zack? Time to get up." Mom called from the doorway. I rolled over on my side to face the door.
"Do I have to?" I pleaded, trying to get an extra five minutes.
"Yes you do. Breakfast can't eat itself." She smirked.
My eyes happily widened as I jumped out from under the warm and tantalyzing covers, stuffed panther in my arms.
"Is Cloud up yet?" I asked, walking up to my mother in the hallway upstairs.
"I'm trying." Was her simple responce.
"I'll help!" I exlcaimed, hurridly running to my little brother's room.
I quietly opened the door. he was laying in his little bed, eyes closed. He was pressed up against one of the low rails on the sides of his bed so he wouldn't roll off in the middle of the night. That little chocobo plush in his little hands. I quickly ran up beside him.
"Clo-udy!" I sang next to him. His eyes fluttered open at the sound of my voice. He gave me a bright smile.
"Z'ck!" He shouted.
"Woah, quiet down buddy, inside voice, like mine, okay?" I asked polietly. He stared at me, before repeating my name, a little bit softer and quieter.
"Good Cloud." I praised, ruffling his hair up. Mom came into the room.
"Well, look whose finally up." She smiled, kissing him on the cheek. He giggled and hid his face behind the chocobo I had given him a few years ago.
"Is breakfast even ready yet?" I asked my mother.
"No. I was just saying that to get you out of bed." She grinned.
"You're evil!" I joked with a smile.
"Alright, why don't we go and get some breakfadt downstairs?" She smirked, helping Cloud out of his bed to sit on the floor.
She left the room and went down the stairs. Cloud scooted himself across the floor, trying to follow her.
"You know, you have to get walking down one of these days Cloud." I smirked as he looked up at me with inoocent and happy eyes. He pointed at me.
"Za'k!" He exclaimed again.
I pressed a finger to my lips and made my famous shush sound to him. He once again repeated my name more quietly. I decided to help Cloud up onto his feet. I held his hands to keep him steady. He looked at the distance between his body and the floor. He squealed, but I couldn't tell if it was happy or sad. Mom was much better at that than me.
"Hey, don't be scared, you've got to get this down." I smirked, taking a step back, in return, that made Cloud take a step forward.
"See?" I smiled. My stuffed panther was tucked under my arm still.
He looked up into my eyes, an unfamilier glisten I had never seen before was shimmering behind the blue. He took a step on his own without me having to walk as well.
"That's it! You can do it!" I cheered, gently dropping his hands as I took a few steps back. He gave me his famous pout and took very slow and shakey steps as he began to follow.
"Come on! I'm right here, you can do it!" I praised, seeing him finally walk on his own for the first time. He was able to wobble into my outstreached arms. I hoisted him up.
"You did it!" I exclaimed.
"Yah!" Cloud exclaimed back, just as loud. I was careful in going down the stairs with my little brother in my arms. Mom was in the kitchen.
"Mom! Mom! Guess What?" I exclaimed all in one loud breath.
"Woah, slow down there Zack, what's up?" She asked, turning away from buttering some bread.
"Cloud was walking on his own upstairs!" I happily shouted. Mom's eyes widened.
"h-He was?" She asked exited as she took a few quick strides over to us. I sat Cloud down from my grasp, and gently held him up.
"Do your trick for mommy." I smirked, dropping his hands and taking a few steps back.
As if he had been attatched to me with a rubber band, he wobbily took quick steps toward me and once again fell into my grasp. Mom sharply inhaled and took Cloud into her own arms.
"Oh good job Cloudy!" She happily smiled, tears about to brim in her eyes. He giggled and nuzzled his face into her neck.
"Guess that's another thing that all those doctors would never expect." I added on playing with my stuffed panther on the floor.
Cloud wriggled around in my mothers grasp until she put him down. He took small steps over to me and flopped himself down. he began to pet at the soft material of my panther.
"Do you want to play with him?" I asked, offering the stuftie to him.
I never let anyone else but my mom and Cloud even touch this panther. It was a gift from my grandmother when I was four, and she died shortly afterwards. He carefully took it from me, knowing how important it was to me, and he continued to pet it as he smiled.
"Pa'tr." Cloud spoke, trying to atempt the word 'Panther'.
"Yeah, that's a panther! Pan-Ther." I pronounced for him.
"Pan'ter." Cloud responded, looking back at me.
"Almost." I smirked, ruffling up his hair.
"Alright you two, breakfast!" Mom called from the kitchen as she was serving the food. I quickly jumped up to my feet.
"Alright!" I exclaimed.
I turned around and Cloud was whining at me, wanting help. I gently stood him up and dropped his hands. I made sure to take slower steps to the kitchen, as my brother took slow wobbily ones, almost falling over on occation. He made it to the kitchen and rested against his chair.
"Foo'time?" He innocently asked.
"Yup, it's time for breakfast!" I grinned, helping him up onto his chair.
I quickly sat myself down in my chair and licked my lips as my plate was placed before me. Eggs, bacon, and toast. I quickly began to devour mine, but I had to slow down because I remembered Cloud's copying patterns. Whatever I did, it would help him do the same thing. It was how he learned. If I was ever scolded for something, Cloud had enough common scence not to do it. He wasn't as stupid as other people said.
"Well, we better hurry and get ready. Cloud has another doctors appointment today twelve-thirty." Mom said.
I sighed. I never liked going there. The nurses couldn't give a shit, and the doctors seemed really cold and mean. The only nice person was the receptionist. That's saying something in a clinic if your receptionist is the nicest person. Plus, they never treated Cloud delicately enough. Always rough and seeming to be hostile. If I knew what I was doing, I'd be the one to give Cloud his check-ups and shots. But I didn't know anything about that. I wish even more that we could go to a different hospital. But we were hardly getting by as is. So, we'd have to deal with what was given. Even though I despized it. Well, whatever I guess.
