"The Butterfly Effect" Part 2
As people walked past them, Devan saw one of his friends approaching and tried to hide, but it was a little hard with a 5'8" girl wrapped around him. Not to mention the butterfly umbrella which stuck out like the sun in the sky.
When they got a little bit closer, Devan saw their face light up, clearly recognizing him and Frisk. "Hey Mix'n'match, I see you and the Daydreemurr are getting a little warm." They called out to Devan.
Hearing a new voice, Frisk instantly broke the hug and coughed… rather awkwardly. "Shakes? What're you doing here man? I thought you said had some work you needed to do for school." Devan tried to play it cool, keeping his hand around Frisk.
'Shakes,' real name: Lamb Hornston, was Devan's best friend, and had been since the start of high school.'The Brotherhood of Food' was a two man group (accepting new members) formed by them to take in all the poor unfortunate souls that were cursed with food items for names. Lamb was a good four inches shorter than Devan's 5'10" and had a head of unnaturally white hair which was moderately long and neat, with pale skin and faint red eyes. You'd be hard pressed to find him in anything but a formal, sleeved white button-up, black dress pants with a matching belt, the fanciest (and shiniest) black shoes you'll ever see, a pair of horn-rimmed sunglasses and a pair of thin black fingerless gloves; all of which were kept in pristine conditions, at all times… even in the rain. But perhaps the strangest thing about Lamb was the baseball bat he had attached to his belt all the time, like it was a sword. Devan had never seen him use it for hitting a ball, and doubted that was its true purpose, and thought it was a little more like the butterfly umbrella that Devan had strapped over his back all the time, unless it was in his bag. Y'know? Just for the aesthetic, man.
"Nah man, just some mathematics stuff for next week. Baby stuff, dude. I was actually looking for some drinks for a thing Sans invited me too."
"For Sans?" Devan was thoroughly confused, looking to Frisk as if her face was the answer to his confusion, before remembering Sans' dinner invite from earlier, "Oh, Sans kind of invited me to a thing too. How many people are going?"
"I think me and Miss Dreemurr here are going to be the only humans attending, if that's what you mean."
Frisk spoke up, "Mettaton and Blook are going to be in town for a while, so Sans put a party together."
Lamb nodded, "And I'm Sans' best human friend. Seems like Food Gang are the only invitees… that's if you're going to come too, Mister Maelor."
Devan looked between Lamb and Frisk, who were both nodding encouragingly, "What do I tell my parents? I can't just go to a monster's house."
"Just tell them that you're going to my place, Mailman. My dad will cover for you."
After a few moments of thought, Devan smiled, "Get your drinks, Chops. I've got a call to make." Frisk and Lamb shared a smile and high five between each other.
Lamb looked around for a couple of seconds and suddenly realised they were stood outside of the shop he was looking for; Devan couldn't help but laugh as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, before realizing he had his arm around Frisk during that whole conversation. "I'll be back in a second." Devan said, handing Frisk the umbrella. The second it was in her hands, it looked like she would faint from excitement.
Devan quickly pulled up his mother's number, almost like he'd done it a thousand times (in reality, it had been a lot more than that), and called her. The dial tone eerily rang out, and fought with the rain in Devan's ears. It rang again… and again. That's weird, she usually picks up on the second dial. As the fourth tone was about to ring through, the other side was filled with the static of the phone being taken out from its holder. "Hello there, dear. Did you want something?" A soft, yet firm, voice said from the other side.
"No, mum. I was just calling to let you know that Mister Hornston invited me over for dinner tonight."
"Well, remember your manners…" Devan could tell she was trying to think of something, "and don't forget to say thankyou."
Devan was actually a little surprised his mum didn't have even a small problem with the situation. "Ok, mother. I'll try to get home as soon as I can. Love you."
"Love you too, sweet pea." And with that, the phone rung its tone again.
Sweet pea? Ugh… Good thing no one was around to hear that.
"Your mum calls you sweet pea?" Devan heard Lamb ask, as he felt him breathing down his neck. Devan turned around and found Lamb and Frisk were a little too close for comfort.
"That's adorable." Frisk said teasingly.
"Face," Devan pushed both of them back gently, "space. Much better."
All three of them shared a laugh, and then all simultaneously realised they had been taking up a large part of the sidewalk for a few minutes. "Umbrella me." Devan said, outstretching his arm like he was asking for a sword.
Frisk bowed as she placed the umbrella in Devan's hands. "I don't think the umbrella is going to be big enough for all of us, and the awnings don't go very far." Devan stated the fact like it was a serious conundrum.
"You two take the umbrella. I'll endure the rain, but if I don't make it back, tell my dad I love him." Lamb replied in an overdramatic tone.
"That's going to be a hard promise to keep, but I'll do it for you."
And that was that. Devan told Lamb's father that Lamb loved him and that he was a good friend, and gave a speech at Lamb's funeral.
AN: Welp, that was a thousand words. I really am surprised with how many words I got written out at such a high level in such a short time. I'm also really surprised that it ended with Lamb dying. Next time, you'll find out what happened to him.
Until next time, have a smashing night!
