Sorry I didn't upload on Friday. =/

Black.

It was one afternoon when Coraline asked: "What's your favorite color?"

"Huh?" Asked Wybie, who was currently sprawled out underneath the old oak tree. It was summer, it was hot, and until Coraline could come up with another idea of what to do (she always did) he would just lie around. Just like his wise friend the cat, who lay next to him, taking a well deserved cat-nap.

Besides, he had never known Coraline to take an active interest in his life...

"Ugh, I don't know. Just answer the question."

"Fine. It's black."

She sat up. "Black?"

"Black." He repeated dully.

"That's not even a color."

"Whatever." He rolled over once onto his side to get comfortable, then to the other side, before finally laying spread-eagle, the sweat-stains from his armpits visible. "It's sooo hot."

"You know, black is supposed to get the most heat from the sun."

"How's that s'posed to work?"

"Ugh, I don't want to explain it."

"Fine then."

They lay there for quite some time in the silence, bees humming lazily by, with not a wind to stir them and ruffle their shirts and hair. It would have been quite nice, if it weren't so unbearably hot! Coraline thought. She didn't even know that Oregon, with its long, wet, drizzly winter days that it could get so hot in the summer!

She tried to fall asleep, but she couldn't manage to do even that. Far too uncomfortable.

Rolling onto her side, Coraline squinted to see a long, green, snakelike hose not too far from her reach. And her only thought was to get to it and drink. Crawling on her hands and knees and believing herself to be a poor desert wanderer, desperate for an oasis, Coraline made her way to the hose, turned it on, and drank. She took a handful of water and splashed it over her face and the back of her neck, cooling her down considerably.

Turning around, she caught a glimpse of Wybie, still sprawled out on the ground, the cat right beside him. A glint formed in her eye, as an evil plan wormed its way into her head.

Pinching the hose with her right hand, Coraline crept over to Wybie. His eyes were closed. Perfect.

"Hey, Wyborne!"

"WhuhhhaaaaAAAAAAGLUGGLUG!" Wybie spat out the gallons of water that was sprayed into his mouth at full blast, rolling away from his tormenter in desperation. Coraline followed him, spraying his back for extra measure, until he was out of range.

"What's wrong Wybie?" Coraline taunted. "I only wanted to help you cool down in that hot black shirt of yours."

Wybie simply glared at her, his shirk soaked all the way through, sticking to his skinny frame and dripping down to his shoes. Coraline laughed.

She stopped suddenly however, when she heard a hiss, just as the cat made a flying leap at her. He did not like the fact that his black coat had been drenched in water, and was not happy with Coraline's little prank.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Coraline wailed, ducking quickly to avoid the cat, who landed and immediately ran after her with tooth and nail. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She called out, but to no avail.

"Serves you right, Jonesy!" Shouted Wybie, as he watched the cat chase Coraline back into the house.

D'oh. I pick on Wybie so much, I figured it was Coraline's turn. =P