Sky yawned, not even trying to hide it. Ty glared at him from the corner of his eye. He didn't care that Sky already knew all of this, he didn't!
Sky looked at him innocently, making Ty shake his head. Even though the lecture was boring, Ty paid close attention, even with the tan angel throwing paper balls at him, or mumbling something or another. The teen had exams coming up, and if he wanted to get good grades, he had to study.
Though, that seemed nearly impossible when Sky kept distracting him.
Ty shushed him, going back to his equations. He finished six out of ten already, but they were getting progressively harder and harder. He scribbled the answers into the notebook, looking between Sky and his calculator.
Until the eighth one, Sky actually kept quiet. As Ty wrote down the answer, Sky grabbed his wrist, guiding the pen he was grasping back to the paper. He crossed out Ty's answer, writing another one next to it. Ty looked at him, confused.
"You had it wrong," Sky whispered. Ty turned away, partly from anger - because how had he not seen the mistake? It was so painfully obvious when he looked for it - and partly from embarrassment - because he was certainly not blushing!
—-
The whole day was spent exactly like the first period; Sky kept annoying Ty and Ty kept trying to shut him up. He hadn't realised that angels were this annoying.
Though, unknown to him, Sky only did that to be able to see the annoyed look on his face, very close to a pout, and the soft hues of brown treading through his soul. It made his whole soul look a bit more mature, Sky couldn't really explain it, and he wanted to watch it all day.
He mostly did, anyway. The shades he woke were left, unattended, sitting on the tip of his nose, this close to falling. His soft white eyes watched the colors swirl and interchange with each other.
"What are you going to do in the afternoon?" Sky questioned as the two sat in cafeteria. Ty swallowed the piece of bread that was in his mouth.
"I have work at six. I'll have to come up with something to tell my boss for yesterday…" Ty mumbled, mind already running 60 miles per hour to think up some excuse. Sky watched the golden strands dance around Ty's head, almost like hypnotized.
He shook his head, placing a hand on Ty's shoulder. He teen raised his velvet eyes to gaze at him, questioning expression on his features.
"I'll be right back, don't worry your cute little head," Sky muttered, bathing in the annoyed expression that crossed Ty's face.
"Where are you going?" the teen asked, brushing off Sky's hand from his shoulder.
"To get you out of this, of course!"
—-
Ty slowly trudged home, for a change trying his hardest not to revise the lessons, but to actually pay attention to the road. The last thing he wanted to happen was another truck trying to run over him.
Sky was nowhere to be seen, even when Ty craned his neck backwards and gazed into sky. There were loads of clouds but no sign of the hyperactive angel.
Sighing, Ty continued his walk, in a few minutes standing in front of their apartment block. He set his backpack on the ground, kneeling before it. He fished in it for a while, all the while getting more and more panicked.
After another five minutes and emptying his bag twice, he sat onto the stairs leading to the front door dejectedly. 'Well, shit,' he thought.
He forgot his keys and it looked like it would rain soon.
—-
Sky wiped the sweat off of his forehead.
He never really tried fiddling with memories before, but he knew the theoretical part. Just gently take the wanted strands and wiggle them out of the bunch.
He did exactly that, holding onto a bunch of rainbow memory strands. He carefully picked out some of the red ones that radiated off Ty's aura and carelessly threw them onto the floor. He let go of the remaining bunch and fell back onto the chair with an exhausted sigh.
Ty's boss crumbled to the floor like a house made out of cards. Sky spared him a glance; the poor businessman would wake up with a slight headache, but nothing too significant.
The angel returned to the window, jumping over it, using his wings to propel himself high into the sky. He aimed upwards, intending on finding Bodil and giving him his thanks. After all, it was partially with his motivation that Sky had saved Ty. He broke through the layer of clouds, looking back down to see the silhouette of his body clear in the gray puffy material.
He chuckled, mentally giving himself a good score for the precision of his artwork.
—-
The golden hall, lined with small pillars holding the Eternal flames never seemed to distant to Sky as it did now. He walked down the red carpet, stopping by the desk that looked like like a receptionist's.
In a sense, it was. Dawn was their little, cheery receptionist. She guided lost souls, gave out paperwork to other angels and basically brightened everyone's day. She was currently sitting in her cushioned chair, a smile plastered on her face, her heterochromic eyes focused on a piece of paper she was holding. It was another announcement, as far as Sky could see.
She raised her head, hand going to grasp the microphone that sat on her desk. Her eyes met with Sky's sunglasses and her smile widened.
"Welcome back!" he said, putting the paper down and Sky could see that it was indeed an announcement.
"What's happening?" Sky asked, pointing to the aforementioned piece of paper. Dawn followed his pointed finger, giggling.
"You won't believe it! Bodil got promoted!" Dawn cheered, making Sky arch an eyebrow.
"What did he do?"
"He got better at predicting! Like," Dawn gestured, "a lot better, actually!"
"That's cool, I guess. What is he now, again?" Sky mumbled, taking a seat in one of the guest chairs in front of Dawn's table.
Dawn shook her head, her two-colored bangs flying everywhere, "Silly Sky," she said, picking the paper up and shoving it into Sky's face, "You and Bodil were on the same position. He's now a Guardian, too!"
"Wait, wait, wait…" Sly pushed the paper that obstructed his view away with a huff, "If Bodil got promoted because of Prediction, what have I done to get promoted?"
Dawn stuffed the announcement into the second drawer of her desk.
"Your Bravery," she said, fishing for another paper that she shoved into Sky's hands. Sky looked down at it, reading it after her small encouraging nod,
"We hereby promote the Overseer Sky R. S. into a Guardian, judging by his Bravery to save his protegé even while knowing his status or even life are at stake.
This decision is final is can only be changed by a critical error on his part.
Signed, the God's council, 8 Saint Angels."
Dawn beamed at him, stocking the paper back into her archive, "That's great, isn't it? I honestly thought they'd make you Fall," she mumbled the last part, "You know… Jerome did kinda the same…"
"But he's happy now, isn't he? He and Mitch finally got to be together!" Sky tried lifting their mood, succeeding a little.
Dawn nodded, coming back to her cheery self, "So why's you come back in the first place?"
"Oh! That's right! I wanted to see Bodil and thank him," Sky said, momentarily forgetting his original goal.
"Why?" Dawn asked, propping her head on her hands.
Sky fiddled with his thumbs, "He motivated me to go through with it," he muttered, "You know Bash?" Dawn nodded, "He said that Ty is destined to meet him…"
"I knew it!" Dawn shouted, "Bullshit he got better in normal Prediction! He created a link with Bash!"
"That idiot should just accept that he loves him," Sky said, rising from his seat.
As he continued down the golden hall, Dawn waved at him, straightening some of her ruffled feathers.