A little bit of silliness.

Paper Airplanes

"William, why are you fraudulently wasting paper?" Angelica demanded.

Billy, and Xilo and Seymour, looked up guiltily from the pile of pale sheets before them. Now that Jaya, Montego, and Vito had been assigned to a joint team, and Elliot couldn't always be counted on to be present, Seymour had to take up with what was left of society.

"Paper airplanes," Billy explained. "I was just showing Xilo."

"I was showing Xilo," Seymour said self importantly. "Billy sucks at making these."

Angelica drew up a seat beside them. "I have never seen these."

"You fold them like this," Seymour said, starting a new one. "From the center to here, and here. And then," He held up his newest creation and tossed it lightly in the air, where it seemed to take flight.

"I could do better," Angelica sniffed.

"Well, we know you could," Billy muttered. Angelica smirked at him and pinched his cheek with her long nails.

Xilo threw his own into the air, and it knocked Seymour's off its course. "This is without a doubt the most primitive pastime I have ever seen."

"Well, usually its little kids who make things like this," Seymour said defensively. To Billy, he said, "I can't believe you never made these when you were little."

"Nuh," Billy grunted.

Seymour threw another one into the air.

"I hope you plan to pick those up," Angelica said in her mother-tone. "Class starts soon."

As if on cue, Elliot popped up beside his friend and began inspecting the fallen aircrafts with interest. He reached for a smooth sheet and began copying the folds.

"It's all the rage," Angelica said drily. "Wasting trees on silly pastimes."

"Yeah, well, that's the great thing about trees," Bailey chuckled, taking a seat near her. The bench rocked under him. "Trees grow back, crazy buggers."

"Well, not forever!"

"Here, let me see," Bailey picked one up and turned it over carefully in his hands. "At the kid's camp, we made these by the hundreds. We'd name 'em and race 'em."

"Finally!" Seymour cried triumphantly. "One normal kid in this class!"

Bailey laughed and patted Seymour's head. "Well, I don't think your mother approves."

"Too right I don't," Angelica muttered.

"You haven't even tried making one," Billy protested. "Come on."

Elliot whistled for their attention, and threw his first plane into the air. It flew like the real article, looping around the classroom like it would never land. Angelica frowned at him, and he leaned over to kiss her on the nose.

Xilo and Billy exchanged looks, as if to say, "When did this happen?" Bailey, Seymour, and Elliot went back to making more airplanes.

Elliot's plane, still floating lightly, swooped to poke Jinx in the ear as she entered the classroom with Vito and Montego. She caught it and held it aloft. "Paper airplanes? Why didn't you tell me we were making paper airplanes? I'm amazing at those!"

"Let's race a bunch of them," Bailey said. "Come on, one apiece. You too, mom," He said, poking Angelica in the spine where it rumpled her wings.

She lashed out and swatted his arm. "No, thank you," She said sweetly.

"But Angelica, they're wonderful," Jaya protested, taking a spot near her. "Look, you fold here and here…"

"And let them go!" Bailey and Seymour threw theirs, and watched with glee as they swooped to the door, which opened to reveal…

"What's this then?"

Professor Nanson's cane swiped the two planes out of the air just before they hit his face. He stooped to pick up Seymour's plane, and felt the creases with his fingers.

"Paper airplanes?" He asked no one in particular. He tossed it away with disgust. "Oh, grow up."

The bell rang, and the students began clearing away the mess.