Jay had instructed Zane before going to sleep again to stay hidden and not let himself get discovered before he got back from school. Unfortunately for him, Zane didn't budge from where he was standing after he left, and his mother had found him and invited him to tea at the table. Her and Zane had struck up a conversation, Zane still using the whiteboard to communicate. "D'ohh, that's alright dear, you can stay here as long as you need, I'm sure Jay won't mind sharing his room with you." Edna chirped after asking where he came from or what his home was. He had answered honestly and the conversation followed suit. "Besides, we can always use the extra set of hands.- Oh!" Edna had noticed that a brown paper bag that was on the window sill, "Jay forgot his lunch again. Zane, can you be a dear and get that to him? He needs the brain food to get through the day." Zane stood up and took the bag, nodding to her.

"And that's how we can successfully propel a boat with wind." The teacher instructed to the zombie hoard of a class. Jay was bored out of his skull, and it didn't help that his mind kept wandering. 'What if Zane gets found? What will my parents think? What if they throw away the Synthesizer?' He anxiously shook his leg, looking over the other students. Cole looked equally as bored, mindlessly doodling on his paper. His mom had enrolled him in normal school after his father had died, the MOSPA enrollment was bumped down to one to two hour lessons three times a week. Cole felt the eyes on him, and slowly turned his head to face Jay, giving him a glare and an arm gesture of 'What, why are you looking at me?'

Jay knew that Cole could play piano, but the two never talked. He had only caught glimpses afterschool when Cole would stay after and play for the juveniles for half an hour before heading home. Cole wasn't the nicest of people- actually, he was very lead-headed. Jay quickly looked away, pretending that he wasn't staring. Cole placed his pencil down hard on the desk before rolling his eyes and picking it up teacher had continued on talking about boats and wind until a gentle knock at the door interrupted her.
"Come in." She chimed, as to which the door opened. Jay's heart sank as he dug his nails into the desk; 'why, why, why was he here?!' Zane held the paper bag, walking through the desks and placing it on Jay's desk before nodding and walking back. The students and teacher watched him in awe, he looked human enough from his pink faded hat and pink rimmed sunglasses to the white-T and jeans, but his skin was a dull silver with pink oxidation at the joints, bends and scratches. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and left without a word. Cole slowly turned his head to look at Jay, eye's wide in surprise as to what happened. The class erupted in whispered chatter, 'who was that?' 'was he real?' 'I want a robot', slowly getting louder.
"Class! Settle now!" the teacher tapped the yard stick on the desk, "We can all ask Jay about his friend a different time, we have boats to talk about!" Cole kept his gaze at Jay a little longer before glancing at the clock. Jay slumped in his chair, his mind 5 seconds away from a panic attack. 'Please, please just let this class be over.'

By the time the bell rang, Jay was up and out the door in a flash, running down and away from the others as they called his name and attempted to ask questions. He zipped down the halls around the corners and into the backroom behind the music room. Luckily, the teacher doesn't show up until the second-last period, so he would be safe in his own privacy for lunch. He took a bite of his sandwich and paced back and forth, his mind spinning a twister. "So if he was here and he delivered my lunch, so that means he met mom since dad's a work. Oh gosh what if mom kicked him out? He doesn't talk- what if she got annoyed by that and had him send me this and never go back? What if she tinkers with the synthesizer and makes him mad? What if dad comes home early and I won't be there in time to explain it all?!" He took another bite of his sandwich, "OH MY GOSH, I thought he was a person but he's a robot and that explains why he can't talk but why can he understand and how did he know where the synthesizer was and where did he come from and-"
"What the heck? Calm down, motormouth." Cole had flicked the light on in which Jay jumped and swiveled around. "Didn't your momma ever tell you that rambling's for crazy people or what?"
"What are you doing here? How did you know where I was- and before you ask, no, I have never seen that person before in my life and I haD NO IDEA HE WAS A ROBOT."
"God, do you ever shut up?" Cole barked, to which Jay stopped and folded his arms. "Good. Now I have some questions for you. Where did you get that? And don't tell me you bought it, I know you live in a dump." Jay squinted.
"Uh, what do you mean? One day I found a synthesizer in the scrap and he showed up the following night."
"You *found* the Synthesizer? No one throws away something like that! Tell me how you really got it."
"I'm serious! Someone threw it out and I cleaned it up and turned it on. Why do you care so much? It's just a keyboard with extra fancy buttons, its old tech."

"Just a keyboard?" Cole glared, "You have no clue what you have on your hands, do you? Robots accompanying instruments and gadgets- that's extremely rare to come by, especially for the likes of you. Used to be the big thing back in the day, everyone wanted one but only a limited amount was ever sold since it was so expensive. A lot of them were deconstructed and melted down for their metals- aside from that, seeing one in that good of a condition and operating- especially in a junkyard? What the hell kind of synthesizer did you find?"
"Well, for your information, It's a Julien-40. At least, that's what it says-" Cole's eyes went wide, he stepped forward and grabbed Jay by the shoulders.
"The Julien-40? The single-most fabled piece of musical machinery even to this day- YOU HAVE IT?!" He shook Jay in disbelief.
"Uh.. Yeah, I guess." He smiled and shrugged.

"I don't believe you." Cole squinted, letting go and folding his arms. "There's no way." Jay studied him, looking up and down. He scratched his chin, a sly smile forming on his face.
"Oohh, I see. You're jealous!" he concluded.
"What?! I didn't say that!" Cole barked, obviously jealous.

"Okay, whatever you say. But hey, if you don't believe me, you could always follow me home." He offered slyly, hearing the bell ring. "Welp, see you after school!" he took his lunch bag and patted Coles back on his way out, a hop in his step.