There and Gone in 3 1/2 weeks (Akapello!!!!!)

Akapello stood, looking at the light blue, glass,mask in the palm of his hand. He was locked up in his door with his brother.
Zaviea was sitting on the window seat, watching the rain pour from the sky.
Akapello sighed and set the mask down. He stared at the floor, thinking hard.
Zaviea looked over his shoulder. "You okay?"
"Yeah... It's just-"
"We're so friggin old nothing appeals to us any more?"
"Exactly." He picked the mask up again and turned it over in his hands.
"You miss her don't you?"
"Yeah, i do."

(The mask belonged to a girl he met in the 1800's. She gave it to him, and disappeared).

"I'm declaring lights out," Zaviea said, standing and going to the light switch.
Akapello set the mask down on the desk.
"Rest well. We have week long prom tomorrow."
"I know." He layed down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
The lights flickered off and it was silent. Akapello stayed up for hours after the lights were off. He heard Zaviea's slow, even breath. After a few more minutes, he was asleep too.

Monday October 20th 2008

"...pello," a voice called, shaking his shoulder. "Time to get up."
Akapello groaned, and rolled over, face against the pillows.
"C'mon, get up."
"NO!"
Akapello was suddenly on the floor looking up at the ceiling. Zaviea was sitting on him. "We're going to be late for breakfast."
He blinked. "Food?"
"Yes Akapello, we can go get food."
"Why didn't you say so?" he jumped up and headed for the door.
Zaviea shook his head. "I say anything about family and money, nothing. But if i mention food..."
He pulled a shirt on. "You comin'?"
"You're in pajamas."
"Do I care?"
"I guess not. Girls swoon over you no matter what you do. Exactly."
He smiled. "Exactly!" He left the room.
"..." He face palmed. "Akapello."

"Good morning Akapello," a chours of girls said as he walked by.
"Hello ladies," He replied.
Zaviea caught up. "Akap-"
"Not now za-"
He grabbed Akapello and made him look at a girl with dark brown hair.
Akapello blinked. "Who-?"
"Her name's Sora." He let go and Akapello fell over, then propped himself up on his elbows and tilted his head to a side. "She cute."
Zaviea groaned. "No, dude, c'mon."
"But it's true."
"Please don't mess with the poor girl. Please?"