One Shots!

Pizza Dog | Between You And Me

I trekked up the small hill behind the team cabins, holding Hot Dog's note in my hand. I didn't understand why we couldn't talk in the warmth of the cabin instead of outside in the cold February air, but Hot Dog has his reasons. I just hope Shieldy and Party Hat don't tear up the place while we're gone.

My mood is dampened just thinking about it. Those two could make all hell break loose in a matter of seconds.

Hot Dog waits, looking a little anxious, at the top of the hill. I jog the rest of the way to him.

"Hot Dog, you wanted to meet me here?"

He gives me a puzzled look. "I thought you wanted to meet me?" He passes a note in his hand to me, telling him to go to the hill we were standing on.

Apparently the note was written by me, but I never wrote such a note.

Which means the one who actually wrote these could only be one person..

"Party Hat," I groan. "I bet he was behind this."

"You gotta admit, he's pretty good at mimicking handwriting if he write both these notes and neither of us had a clue."

"Eh, I guess. But I'm going to give him a piece of my mind for setting us up like this." I turn to march back down the hill, but Hot Dog grabs my arm before I take a single step

"W-Wait," He quickly says. "We uh, have rarely had time to hang out, just the two of us. Can we just, you know, chill out here for a while? Talk and..watch the clouds?" He smiles sheepishly.

I turn back around to face Hot Dog. "I'd like to, but I'm not so sure about leaving Shieldy and Party Hat to their own devices for too long."

"Shelly can handle them," Hot Dog claims. "And Party Hat told me he was going to be busy with a project for a while, so I doubt he'll make a mess of the cabin."

"Well.." I ponder for a few seconds. Hot Dog was right, he and I barely have time together like we used to because I'm always keeping Shieldy and Party Hat from doing stupid things. But if he says everything is under control, then I suppose it is. "Okay, we can definitely hang out here for a while."

Hot Dog smiles, and sits down in the thankfully dry grass. I take a seat next to him.

"So.." He says after a moment of silence, "what does that cloud look like to you? The one right there." He points to a small, puffy cloud I could easily see.

"It looks like...a cloud." I answer. Hot Dog giggles beside me.

"Come on Pizza, use your imagination! Doesn't it kind of look like a flower?"

I study it a little closer. "Kind of?"

"That long part is the stem, and the fluffy bit on top is the flower!"

"Hmm..oh!" I say, just now realizing what Hot Dog was seeing. "Yeah, I see the flower now."

He points to another cloud in the sky, riddled with dark spots. "Hey, that one looks like you!"

"It does not!", I scoff.

Hot Dog laughs, then suddenly goes quiet. He looks troubled.

"Hey, you okay?" I turn towards him fully. He's staring at the ground, eyes narrowed and lips pressed together as he always did when he was thinking. Not only that, but he also had this energy of slight annoyance. "Hot Dog? Answer me."

"I-I'm okay," he answers, but not making eye contact. "I just..I have a question to ask you, but it's going to sound kinda weird."

"Go on." I raise an eyebrow. Was this question why he looked so anxious when I first came up here?