.•IT CAN'T BE REAL•.

Chapter Three: .•paper planes•.

Bryson woke up, stretching. He let out a yawn. "WHAT THE-" Bryson jumped back, startled. "You idiot, it's just me." Jason sighed. "You look like some homeless guy, Jason. Get somebody to cut your fur." Bryson muttered. Jason's gonna become one big, furry monster if he doesn't get that dang fluff ball cut off. "Haha, no." Jason said. Bryson rolled his eyes, getting up to get ready. "Wait, what can we do?" Jason asked. "Uh... something..." Bryson said, picking out clothes and slamming the door.

   Bryson looked out his window, watching a bird fly by. Jason walked into the room. "Can we just do something?" Jason asked. "I'll figure out something..." Bryson said as he rested his muzzle in the palm of his paw.

   Lee pricked her ears as a paper plane passed her by. It landed neatly in a pile of flowers. She picked it up examining it. The sides of the paper plane read Jason Airlines. Jason came running over, he stopped once he saw her with his paper plane. "Hey, put that down!" Jason barked at her. His fur went hot with embarrassment. DANGIT, JASON! he thought, WHY DID YOU BRING THAT OUTSIDE!! "I'm sorry, here..." Lee said, handing him his plane. Jason exhaled loudly. The way he did it made Lee think he had problems breathing, even though he clearly just was upset. What the heck made this kid so negative all the time? He grabbed it quickly. Although Lee couldn't see his eyes, she knew he was glaring at her. Jason walked back to his house, the dirt flying up as he stomped on the ground more.

"I hate this weather!" Jason shouted as he threw his red hoodie on the ground. "Well, welcome to Alabama, Jason." Bryson said, smiling at his own joke. "Why couldn't we just stay were we lived!" Jason complained, staring at his brother with rage filling his eyes. "Because Peter needed a job. Mom and Dad aren't here anymore, Jason. If they were we could've continued living in Fargo." Bryson replied, trying to calm his brother. "Just leave me alone, okay?" Jason retorted, sadness nearly overcoming the anger in his voice. "Jason, stop!" Bryson walked after his brother. Jason began running, out the door and to the railroad tracks. He watched the train coming. Jason threw his paper plane onto the tracks, the plane getting crushed by the train. The rush of air that passed him came only from the train. Jason put his paws in his pockets, humming and walking back to his house. Bryson must be worried...