Ihatekoledude: I don't know. I have a lot of 'always the quiet ones' experiences. Especially this one girl...

Battlemo: You broke a nail?. I need to talk to you before I can use the idea .. I'll explain the jokes... Try checking your time and make sure it correct.

AnonymousNinjaGirl: Lol! Yeah, that's what it means. Most of my friends and I act like we're high.

CrazyReaderBitch: The 1st and 2nd is correct. The third one means 'I've been a bad boy, I need punishment.'

TheGooooooooon: That's for another story, lol! Just keep on reading.

Herald was sitting in the little practice room they had, where he and Jericho could practice their instruments.

He finally has enough peace to practice his trumpet playing, just improving the skills that were already so advanced.

Herald had helped Kole get back to Earth so she can visit G'narkk, so things are back to it's usual quietness.

He blew a note and wrote it down on paper after he was satisfied with the sound.

"Perfect."

He observed the paper that had the many notes on it, forming a melody of it's own.

He began playing the song he had come up with.

Jericho listened for a while before knocking on the open door.

Herald looked at him, not stopping his playing.

Jericho smiled and gave him thumbs up.

Note after perfect note and his piece finally ended.

Herald put his trumpet down and Jericho clapped.

"Thank ya much."

Jericho took a seat across from Herald, who has a thing for sitting backwards on a chair.

"You wrote a new composition? Does it have a title?"

Herald nodded. "I call it 'Malcolm'."

Jericho thought for a while. The name sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it.

Then he realized that Herald said it.

"Your name?"

Herald nodded.

"I wrote a song about me."

Jericho grinned.

"Someone was feeling big-headed." He joked.

Herald smirked. "If I wanted to be big-headed, the notes would have been smooth and sexy."

Jericho laughed mutely before settling down.

"But seriously, why did you decide to base it on you?"

Herald sighed. "Have you ever had one of those days when you feel depressed and then your mind creates a little melody to lift your spirits?"

Jericho nodded, familiar with the feeling.

Herald shrugged. "Now I depend on those tunes. They're always there. It's Malcolm."

"I feel you... That should be written on the album."

Herald chuckled a bit.

"An album, eh? I can dig that. It'll be called 'Malcolm'. Maybe we could collaborate on a song."

"An acoustic guitar and a trumpet? They contradict each other."

"We'll see what we can do."'

Jericho grinned. "Any words?"

Herald looked down at his sheet music.

"I'm not much of a singer, but I have a few words."

Jericho's eyes popped. "Not much of a singer? You have a beautiful voice and you know it."

The trumpet player cocked his head.

"Thanks but I'm more focused on my trumpet."

The guitar strummer nodded. "And you're quite gifted with it... Tell me some words you use to describe yourself."

Herald thought for a while.

Then he shook his head.

"I can't describe myself. How do you describe me?"

Jericho wasted no time.

"Sincere, mysterious, courageous, protective, poetic, logical, intelligent, trustworthy, and incomparable."

He looked at Herald's face.

He was actually smiling. A huge one in fact.

Jericho just realized for the first time since they've been friends that Herald has dimples. The type that wasn't deep but stretched out to fit high cheekbones.

There's no doubt that Herald's chiseled, but at the moment he looks kind of cute.

"That's the nicest thing that was ever said to me."

Jericho smiled deeply also.

"It's the truth... It's Malcolm."

Herald coughed to cover a titter.

"Thanks. You're indescribable. The best friend a guy can ever have."

A rush of blood tingled under Jericho's cheeks.

Something was bothering Jericho. He's never seen his best friend's eyes!

Shyly, he looked at Herald.

"Your eyes. I've never seen them."

Herald looked away.

"It's not that I don't want to show you, it's just that my eyes are considered alarming to Earthlings."

Jericho tapped his shoulder, trying to catch his attention.

"I'm mute and have seen weird things in my lifetime. Anything that's wrong with your eyes won't bother me."

Mr. Malcolm himself blushed and reached up to his mask.

Jericho observed him closely.

Herald removed the mask but kept his eyes shut.

Jericho tapped Herald.

He opened his left eye.

That was a pretty mocha brown color.

Jericho didn't see what was wrong with it.

"I don't see a problem."

Herald opened the other eye, which frightened Jericho for a second.

It might have not bothered him if Herald wasn't human, but he is.

Out of all the unusual things he's seen in his two years with the titans, he's never seen a naturally silver-colored eye.

It's not even gray... It's pure metallic.

Herald frowned. "Told you it's scary to Earthlings... Here it's just strange."

Jericho took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

"To tell the truth, it did scare me... But I guess it just makes you all the more unique."

He looked at Herald's mocha eye on the left and the sonic silver one on the right.

Oh man, was it creepy... but somewhat exotic.

"It's Malcolm... It doesn't make you any less handsome."

Herald went back to his usually relaxed self.

"Thanks, Joey."

Jericho smiled toothily. "How about you write a note on that?"

Herald raised a well-trimmed eyebrow. "What?"

"Most of the notes will be about your feelings, then the rest about how I described you. So how about you take a good look in the mirror and describe... Well, you. It is Malcolm, right?"

Herald picked up his trumpet and blew a a high note then a low note, not taking his eyes off of Jericho.

"Maybe?" Jericho asked.

Herald put the trumpet down and smiled his rare, dimply, smile.

"You got it."

Jericho gave him thumbs up.

This was sooooo cute. Do you agree?

Any ideas? I was thinking of a chapter where I have a JeriKole friendship moment.