Thank you, YFWE, for your continuous reviews. And, actually, if something sucks, it's as matter of opinion, so my character can like math if I want him to.
Kaleb: You tell him, ar!
Anyway, here's the next chapter...
Chap 5
At the Long's residence, Kaleb had just made it to the front door. Ding-dong!
"Oh!" cried Jake. "That was fast."
"Well, let him in then," said his mother, "at least, before he breaks our doorbell." Ding-dong!
"Hello again Jake!" hallooed Kaleb, happy that he was able to come.
"Hullo, Kal," Jake replied. "Welcome to my home." What a home it turned out to be, at that time. The Long's apartment, normally somewhat strewn with toys of Hayley's on the floor and Jake's forgotten homework left on a table or two, was transformed into a clean, outdoorsy-smelling place with no clutter in sight.
"Wow!" Kal exclaimed, awed by the cleanliness of the apartment. "Even we never have a place this clean!"
"Well…" Jake was at a loss of words for this; at least, until his mother and Hayley showed up. "Oh, Kal, this is my mother," (Kaleb) "Hello Mrs. Long" "And this is my little sister, Hayley." (Kaleb) "Nice to meet you, Hayley" (Hayley, 'evilly') "The pleasure's mine."
After they met, Jake took Kaleb to show him Jake's somewhat messy room (Jake still hadn't found time to clean it; he was busy discussing 'dragon things' with Grandpa). Speaking of whom, Grandpa was somewhat busy during all this, as he was arguing with his son-in-law over the best way to "set the table," and so didn't notice Kaleb's arrival.
"…And this is my room." announced Jake as they entered.
"Wow!" cried Kaleb. "Well, I suppose the untidiness had to go somewhere."
"Yes," chuckled Jake as both he and Kaleb sat down on Jake's bed. "I suppose it did. So, tell me, why did you want to come over, anyway?"
Kaleb looked at Jake strangely and then immediately started for the door.
"It's just a simple question!" Jake wondered. "Why are you…?"
However, Jake didn't get to finish his question because right then he had a different one in mind. Why was Kaleb locking them both in?
Kaleb looked at Jake with an expression as though he was pleading for help. "Jake, I need your help."
"Wha…what?" Jake stumbled, trying to understand what was happening.
"Jake," Kaleb whispered, as though trying not to be eavesdropped on. "I'm a fellow dragon." And, by saying so, he transformed himself into one.
The dragon he turned into was a unique one. He was of a slender build, almost 6 1/2 feet tall, but he only had a five-foot wing span. The unique part about him was the light blue color of his scales, the two small horns on his forehead, and the small, but still deadly, scythe-blade on the end of his tail.
"Please, Jake," he pleaded, "I need your help."
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