Eevee Catastrophe is the tenth chapter of Zak Saturday's Immortal Love Life. It was first published on January 10, 2016.


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Sarah's POV

Wow. Just wow.

I kissed Zak, again, and he kissed me. I could just scream my head off!

Ok. I’m going a little crazy. But I can’t believe that this is happening, and this soon. I mean, I’ve only known him for about two weeks now. In some ways, this could be bad, but it’s not.

Every time me and Zak see each other there’s always this little spark between us, and it’s been that way ever since we met.

Maybe we’ll get married someday. Ok. I am definitely getting way in over my head.

My mom says that I shouldn’t think that I might marry a guy until I’ve dated him for at least a year, so I’m going to take her advice on that and try to think of something else.

Maybe we’ll have a couple kids. I mean, umm . . . augh. Why is it so damn hard?

I hope I don’t become like those girls at school who think that they’re going to marry their boyfriends whom they just got together with, or their secret crushes, and write his last name next to their first name.

Oooo . . . I wonder how that would sound. Sarah—no. Don’t even think about it.

Maybe if I get some breakfast that’ll help clear my head. So I got out of bed, got dressed, grabbed my sword and scabbard, buckled it around my waist, and left the room.

On my way out, I ran right into Zack—literally—and we both fell to the ground with me on top of him.

“Hey,” he complained. “Watch where you’re going.”

“Sorry,” I told him. “I didn’t expect you to walk by just as I came out the door.”

“Yeah. Same here.”

We both laughed. I stood up from on top of him and held out my hand to him, which he grabbed, and I pulled him up from the floor.

“So, what happened with you and Zak last night?” Zack asked with a mischievous smile on his face.

I blushed. “I’ll tell you later. Right now, I need to clear my head.”


We headed toward the kitchen.

On the way there, we ran into Zak, not literally this time. And, of course, he was wearing his usual clothing with his sword and the claw at his side.

“Good morning, Zak,” I said, blushing again.

“Good morning, Sarah,” he replied, also with a blush.

“Did you sleep alright?”

“I slept great. You?”

“Good. I’m glad.”

I smiled at him, and he smile back. We probably would’ve stared like that for a while if my twin brother hadn’t interrupted.

“What am I, chop liver?” Zack said.

I gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry, Zack.”

“That’s ok. I was actually expecting it.”

I rolled my eyes at him, then turned back to Zak. “We’re going to get some breakfast. Wanna come?”

“Sure,” he replied.

He stood beside me and we continued walking.

Having them both walking on either side of me made me think that they were my body guards, which they kind of were. At least, Zack, anyway.

He’s always protected me from bullies and vice versa. I’d say we’re both pretty lucky to have each other’s back.

“Did you tell him?” Zak whispered to me.

“Not yet,” I whispered back.

“You’re actually going to tell him?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Well, just the fact that he’s your brother. I mean, it’s kind of weird.”

“Says you.”

“Uh, you two do know that I have super hearing, right?” Zack asked, interrupting our conversation.

I rolled my eyes at him again. “Yes. I do, anyway. But can’t you control it?”

“Yes. But I can still hear you two talking to each other without it.”


We finally got to the kitchen, and once we entered it, we noticed Doc and Drew standing near the counter, enjoying a cup of coffee.

“’Morning, Mom and Dad,” Zak said.

“Good morning, Zak,” Drew said. “And Sarah and Zack. How about you three take a seat?”

We sat down across from them.

“Now, Zak,” Doc started, looking serious. “Your mother and I decided on what punishment to give you for what you did last night . . .”

Ok. Long story short. Zak’s punishment is no TV for a week and some other things, but he didn’t seem to really care that much. But why would he?

I held up my index finger. “What about us?”

“We’ll let your mother decide on that,” Drew said.

I nodded. “Ok.”

“You’ll let their mother decide on what?” my mom asked.

She entered the room, followed by the animals, with Pikachu on her shoulders, as usual.

“Hi, Mom,” I said.

“Hi, Sarah, and hello to the rest of you,” she said. “Now what do you guys mean by ‘We’ll let your mother decide on that’? Decide on what?”

“Our punishment,” Zack said simply.

“Your punishment for what? What did you two do?”

I looked at Zack and we both came to a silent agreement.

“How about we talk about this in private?” I suggested.

“Ok,” Mom said.

Zack and I stood up from our seats, but just before we left the room, I leaned toward Zak. “I’ll meet you outside as soon as I’m done talking to my mom, ok?” I whispered in his ear.

He nodded. “Ok.”

I left the room with my family and we headed down the hallway toward the living room.

Zack and I took turns explaining what happened last night along the way. I decided to leave out the part about me and Zak for now. After we finished, Mom couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ok, well, I don’t really blame you two for helping Zak get rid of him,” she said.

“You don’t?” Zack and I asked, even though we weren’t really surprised.

“No. I’ve always told you two that you don’t have to tolerate someone you don’t like if you don’t want to, especially if that person is pissing you off.”

Zack and I laughed.

We remember a couple times where someone pissed off Mom (most of the time it was our dad), and she gave that person a piece of her mind. (Not literally, of course. Here’s a little advice: don’t ever make our mom mad or you’re gonna get it.)

“So we’re not punished?” I asked.

“Have I ever really punished you before?” Mom replied with another question.


“Then there you go.”

“Ok. Thanks. I think,” Zack said. He turned to me. “So, Sarah, how about you tell us what happened with you and Zak last night?”

He had that mischievous smile on his face again.

“What’s he talking about?” Mom asked me.

I told them every single detail about it, even the couple make out sessions, which was really weird, but they seemed to like it a little bit.

“Wow, Sarah,” Toto said.

I blushed. “I know.

“Good for you,” Honey said.

“Way to go,” Kika said.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Does this mean that you and Zak are dating now?” Chewie asked.

“Umm, I don’t know. I guess so.”

“You’re a hypocrite,” Zack said.

I glared at him. “Shut up.”

“Well, you kind of are.”

“I kind of am, yes.”

“Wait, Zack,” Mom said. “Why are you calling her a hypocrite?”

He looked at me to explain.

I looked at Mom. “I wrote a song about this kind of situation, and in the chorus one line says ‘’Cause I don’t want to fall in love’”

You heard me right. I write songs. It’s kind of my hobby, and I love doing it.

“Oh, ok,” Mom said. “But it doesn’t mean you get to call her that, Zack. I mean, it’s just a song.”

I glared at her. “It’s not just a song. Every song I write means something. I don’t write them just to write them. I write them based on what’s going on in my life or how I feel about something. Every song has a story behind it. At least, every one of my songs do.”

Ok. That may have come out harsher than I meant it to.

“I know,” Mom said calmly. “You’ve told me that a million times before.”

“And I will tell you it a million times again,” I said.

“I’m sure you will. But, Sarah, why would you write a song with the lyrics ‘I don’t want to fall in love’? Why don’t you want to fall in love?”

“Well, for starters, the next line after that is ‘If I ever did that, I think I’d have a heart attack.’”

“Are you having one right now?”

“An emotional one, yes.”

Mom laughed. “Ok. But is that really the only reason you don’t want to fall in love? I mean, falling in love can be a great thing if it’s with the right person.”

“Yeah. At least until you get your heart broken for the first time,” I said.

“Well, I suppose that’s true,” Mom, sounding kind of sad.

“How many times has your heart been broken?”


“And how many times have you fallen in love?”

“Two, technically, three times.”

“Including Dad?”

“Or course.”

“Can you describe the other two for us a little bit?” I asked.

“Well, the first one I didn’t really like that much,” Mom said. “I was actually thinking of breaking up with him a few times, because I didn’t like the way he talked to me half the time, so I don’t know why I cared so much when he did it first.”

“Maybe it was because of how he did it,” Amber said.

“Yeah, that’s probably why.”

“How did he break up with you?” I asked.

Mom waved aside the question. “I don’t want to talk about it. But anyway, the second time I fell in love was actually the best time of my life, no offense to your dad.”

“That is, until, he broke your heart?” I asked.


“’Til you broke his heart?” Zack asked.

“No. Our relationship didn’t end that way. It was actually taken away from us.”

Zack and I were confused, but Pikachu and the animals seemed to know exactly what she was talking about, because they gave Mom worried and comforting looks.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I—I can’t talk about it,” Mom said, looking sad.

A look I recognized. I had a feeling I knew who she was talking about.

“Wait,” I said. “Are you talking about that ‘friend’ of yours that Kika and Honey told me about?”

Mom looked surprised, then turned toward Kika and Honey. “You two told her about him?”

“We didn’t tell her his name,” Kika said defensively.

“Yeah,” Honey agreed. “And that he was only your friend.”

“Well, she doesn’t seem to think that he was just my friend,” Mom said.

“Was he?” I asked.


“But you loved him?”

“Yes. In a friendly way.”

“Then why won’t you tell us his name?”

“Because it hurts to say it.”

“Why? Because he didn’t feel the same way about you as you did for him?”

“I said that our love was taken away from us, didn’t I?”

“So he was more that just your friend.”

Mom gritted her teeth. “You either shut up or I’m going to electrocute you.”

Her fists were burning with electricity.

I didn't believe my mom would ever hurt me. Unless I really piss her off, which I am doing right now, and, as I mentioned earlier, you don’t ever want to make her mad or you’re gonna regret it, so I shut up.

She tries to be a good convincing liar, but she doesn’t always succeed.

“I’m sorry,” I told her. “You’ve been doing this for the past couple years and it’s just really annoying.”

“It’s ok,” Mom said, not sounding angry anymore. “But I have a right to keep my past a secret if I want to.”

“But I tell you all my secrets.”

“That’s because you want to, not because you have to. There are certain things that you, as my daughter should tell me, and other, less serious things that you don’t necessarily need to tell me either. But I don’t have to do the same with you unless I want to, ok?”

I nodded. I looked down at the floor, feeling guilty about what I just did.

Mom noticed my guilt and looked guilty herself.

“So, you don’t want to fall in love?” she asked me.

I laughed a little bit and looked up at her. “It was meant to be a love song. Not the opposite of one.”

“Oh, yeah, right,” Zack said. “You really think that the first two verses of that song is something you would say in a love song?”

“Well, no, not exactly.”

“Did you write it like ‘I don’t want to fall in love, but I’ll make the exception for you?’” Mom asked.

We all laughed.

“Kind of. Yeah,” I admitted. “But not in those exact words, of course.”

“Can I hear it?” Mom asked.

“I haven’t worked on the music for it yet. Besides, I told Zak that I would meet him outside after I was done here. So can I go?”

Mom nodded. “Go ahead. Are you giving him a sword lesson?”

“Maybe. But first I was thinking of showing him my Pokémon. And speaking of which, I better go get them. See you all later.”

“Have fun.”

“See ya,” Zack said.

I waved goodbye, then I ran toward my room to get my Pokémon. Or should I say Poké balls, since that’s where they really were. I keep my Poké balls in a purple bag that’s as big as a handbag, but it’s more like a Walkman with a strap that I can buckle around my waist, which I did.

I headed outside to go meet Zak. He was sitting on a log in our usual place when we have our lessons. When he noticed me, he smiled, and I smiled back.

“Hi,” I said once I was just a couple feet from him, then I sat down next to him on the log.

“Hi,” Zak said. “So how did things go with your mom? Are you grounded?”

I shook my head. “No. Our mom doesn’t really blame us for doing that, and she probably would’ve done something similar too.”


I nodded. “Yep.”

“Wow. Your mom’s a cool mom.”

“Please don’t say that,” I said, a little too insistently.


“Well, our mom let’s us do things that most parents would never let their kids do, and one time we told a girl about those things and that girl thought our mom was also pretty cool, and she told her mom about it, and her mom told her not to ever speak to me or Zack again.”

“Why?” Zak asked.

“Because her mother thought that we were bad influences. So, one thing led to another, and the girl was mad at her mother, and she said that she wished her mom was like our mom, which, of course, made things worse. Her mom talked to our mom and told her that she was an irresponsible parent who puts her kids in danger, and a lot more happened after that. So the girl moved away and we never heard from her again.”

I let that sink in for a moment. Thinking of that girl again kind if hurt.

“Wow,” was all Zak said.

But, really, what do you say to something like that?

I nodded. “Yeah. After that our mom told us not to tell anyone what she lets us do or something like that could happen again. Now do you understand why I don’t want you to say that our mom is cool?”

He nodded. “Yeah. But just because I think your mom’s cool, doesn’t mean I wish she was my mom. I love my parents, and at times they’re cool themselves, but even when they’re not, I still wouldn’t want to trade either of them for any other parents in the world.”

When I heard him say those words, I couldn’t help but smile. I mean, those are probably the best things you can say in a situation like that, and Zak just came up with them so quickly. It’s amazing.

He always seems to know exactly what to say and when to say it—well, sometimes—and I like that about him.

“What?” Zak asked me, noticing the way I was smiling at him.

I gave a hug.

“What?” he asked again, smiling a little bit himself.

I pulled away a little bit. “That is so sweet. You obviously really love your parents, and it’s really cute.”

“Umm, thanks,” he said. “But I don’t just love my parents. I also love my pets, my brothers, Fiskerton, Komodo, and Zon.”

“I can tell you do.”

I gave him a kiss.

“So, Zak,” I said. “I was wondering if maybe you would like to meet my Pokémon?”

“Sure,” he said. “How many do you have?”

“Umm, thirteen. But I only have eleven of them with me right now. The other two are at home.”

He nodded. “Ok.”

I grabbed the bag from around my waist, pulled out three Poké balls, enlarged them, threw them up in the air, and out came Charizard, Plusle, and Latias.

I grabbed Zak’s hand and pulled him over to meet them. Plusle jumped onto my shoulder like she always does when I let her out of her out.

“Zak, this is Plusle,” I introduced. “Plusle, meet Zak.”

“Hi, Plusle,” he greeted her, and she greeted him back with a wave of her hand, or paw.

“She’s an electric type, so she mostly uses electricity.”

“Like Pikachu?”

I nodded. “Yes. And you’ve already met Charizard and Latias, the fire/flying and dragon/psychic type.”

“They’re really cool.”

“Thank you.”

Charizard growled at Zak, and he looked like he was about to attack him.


“Charizard, don’t,” I told him.

He stopped, but continued to glare at Zak.

I turned to him. “Sorry. Charizard tends to get jealous when he sees me around other boys.”

“Does he have a crush on you?” Zak asked.

“Umm, yeah. You could say that.”

I grabbed their Poké balls and returned them to theirs. I put them back in the bag and grabbed out the other eight, threw them in the air, and out came the eight evolved forms of Eevee.

They greeted me like dogs by jumping at me. I gestured for all of them to form a line in front of me and Zak, which they did.

“Zak, this is the rest of my Pokémon,” I said. “The Eevee team.”

“Cool,” he said.

I pointed to each of them while telling their names and type one at a time. “This is Espeon, a psychic type; Jolteon, an electric; Vaporeon, a water; Flareon, a fire; Leafon, a grass; Glaceon, an ice; Sylveon, a fairy; and Umbreon, a dark. Guys, this is Zak.”

They all greeted him the same as they did me, which I thought was cute.

“They’re all very friendly,” I said.

“Obviously,” Zak said as he petted them, then laughed when they jumped on him.

I laughed too, then joined them.

Zak tried to stand up, but the Eevees just kept knocking him back down. Eventually he was able to stand up, but when he tried to get out of the center of their circle, all hell broke loose.

Jolten suddenly howled in pain, then used Thunderbolt, which shocked every one of us and caused a chain reaction with the other eevees, and they, too, started to use their own powers.

“Stop, guys! It was an accident.” I tried telling them, but they all ignored me.

Worse thing about this: me and Zak were in the middle of it all.

Zak pulled me out of the way when Flareon used Flamethrower; then Glaceon with Ice Beam. We made it to the edge of the woods where we were least likely to be hit with any of their attacks.

“Why did Jolteon howl in pain like that?” I asked, sounding a little scared.

Zak looked worried. “I think I accidentally stepped on its tail.”

“Jolteon is the only one that doesn’t have a tail. You must’ve stepped on her paw. Either way, it was an accident. I gotta find a way to stop them from continuing to hurt each other.” I thought for a moment. “Maybe I should put them back in their Poké Balls.”

I moved my hand to my waist where my bag was, but it wasn’t there.

“Where’s my bag?” I asked.

Zak pointed over to it.

It was lying on the ground about forty feet away. Unfortunately, it was in the center of the chaos. I had to get to it.

“Stay here,” I told Zak.

I started heading for it, but Zak put a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “Sarah, it’s too risky.”

“What other choice do we have?”

He stayed silent.

I looked him over and noticed something hanging from his belt that could be helpful. “The claw. Do you think you can slingshot it over to my bag and bring it back to us?”

“I can try,” he said.

He grabbed it, aimed it, pressed the button on it, and it shot over to my bag.

The good news: the claw made it to the bag and grabbed on to it. The bad news: Jolteon’s Thunderbolt hit it, climbing up the cable back toward the base.

“Drop it!” I told Zak.

I knocked it out of his hand and pushed him away just in time before the Thunderbolt got to the other end and electrocuted him.

Surprisingly, my bag didn’t seem to be damaged in any way. I wish I could say the same for the claw. It burned when the electricity hit it, so all that was left of it was a pile of ash.

The look on Zak’s face was priceless.

He looked about ready to cry (boy, he was way too attached to his, now burned, claw), which I would’ve found funny if I wasn’t horrified at my Pokémon trying to kill each other.

I needed to stop them and only Mom would know how.

Zak was still staring at his burned claw.

“Pull it together, Zak,” I told him. “We need to get my mom. Do you know any other way to get inside your house?”

He shook out of his daze, then nodded. “Yeah. Follow me.”

He led to the other side of the house and I noticed another door. I grabbed his hand and we bolted inside.

We ran through a few hallways, but I’m not sure where my mom could be. We went down another hallway, but stopped when we noticed some animals were fighting with each other.

“Komodo?” he asked. “What kind of cryptids are those? Or are they Pokémon too?”

Komodo was having a fight with two black dogs.

I knew who they were, but I don’t know why he let them out in a place they weren’t familiar with and didn’t keep an eye on them since they’re known to be vicious with other animals.

“Pokémon,” I said. “My twin brother’s, to be exact. Come on. We’ll save Komodo too. Komodo, turn invisible!”

He didn’t seem to hear me. I’m gonna kill Zack if they kill him.

We continued down the hallway toward the living room.

Hopefully, my mom was there. And thank God, she was, and so were Zak’s parents, and the animals.

“Mom, I need help,” I said.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

I told her about the eevees and how Zak accidentally stepped on Jolteon’s paw, causing him to use Thunderbolt, shocking the other eevees and making them go berserk.

Mom nodded. “Ok.”

Zack ran into the room, out of breath. “Mom, do you know where—”

“Down the hall,” I interrupted, pointing in that direction.

He didn’t even ask how I knew what he was going to ask. “Thanks.” And down the hall he went.

“What was that about?” Mom asked me.

“On the way here, we saw Mightyena and Houndoom with Komodo,” I explained. “And it did not look friendly.”

Mom sighed. “Ok. You guys should train your Pokémon just a little better.”

She was probably right about that.

She stood up from the couch where she was sitting. “Alright. Let’s go stop your Pokémon from continuing to kill each other.” She turned toward Pikachu, who was sitting on the back of the couch. “Pikachu, I’m going to need your help with this.”

“Pika,” she said, which probably meant “Ok.”

She jumped onto Mom’s shoulder.

“Where are the eevees?” Mom asked.

We led her outside to the place where they were. They were still fighting with each other.

“Pikachu,” Mom said. “You know what to do.”

Pikachu jumped off her shoulder and stood about ten feet from us. She used her electricity, releasing it all around her, hitting every one of the eevees.

All of them stopped their attacks and collapsed.

Well, all of them except Jolteon, since his special ability is Volt Absorb, and Leafon too, since electric types don’t work well against grass, but they stopped attacking.

“Eevees, come here, please,” Mom called them.

They came toward her and sat align in front of her.

“You guys are all friends,” Mom told them. “And just because one of you used your power on all of you accidentally, doesn’t mean you get to attack back. Now promise me that neither of you will ever cause something like this to happen again, ok?”

All the eevees, except for Jolteon, said something, then nodded.

Jolteon said something, then looked accusingly at Zak.

“I know he did,” Mom told him. “But it was an accident, Jolteon.”

Jolteon didn’t seem to care that it was accident, so he just snorted and turned his head away.

Mom sighed, then turned toward me. “Sarah, put them back in their Poké balls, please.”

Leafon went to pick up my bag and brought it to me.

I gladly took it. “Thank you, Leafeon.”

I returned all of them to their Poké balls.

“Stubborn Pokémon,” Mom said.

“Jolteon is known to be like that,” I said.

“I know. But does he have to be that way?”

I just shrugged.

Pikachu climbed back onto Mom’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Pikachu,” Mom told her.


Mom turned back toward me and Zak. “Well, you two have fun.”

“Wait, Mom,” I said. “Before you go, can you fix Zak’s claw for me?” I gestured to the pile of ash near the tree.

“Of course,” she said.

She held out her hand and summoned the ash to her. She turned it back into the claw and handed it to Zak, who looked very relieved that he got his baby back. That’s right. I called it his baby, because that’s how he seems to treat it.

“Thank you, Raylee,” he said. Then he hung it back on his belt.

“You’re very welcome,” Mom said. “I’ll see you guys later.”

She and Pikachu headed inside.

I turned to Zak. “Zak, I’m really sorry about the way my Pokémon were acting.”

“It’s ok, Sarah. You don’t have to apologize. It wasn’t your fault. So, your brother has Pokémon too?”

“Well, if I do, he does too.”

“How many does he have?”


“Four less than you?”

“Yeah. I like really cute Pokémon.”

“What kind of Pokémon does he have?”

“Most of them are dogs. He really likes dogs. Six dogs, three of them are special kinds of dog Pokémon, and his other three are like the first three of mine that I showed you. Minun, which is Plusle’s brother. Latios, Latias’ brother. And he also has his own Charizard.”

“Is it related to yours?” Zak asked.

“No. They’re just friends,” I said

“Ok. So what do you want to do now?”

“How about we go inside?”


We walked inside and went toward the living room.

It’s funny how the day ends so quickly, even though it feels like it just started. Outside, the sun was about to set.

When we got to the living room, everybody was just sitting around chatting with each other. I noticed Komodo and Zack sitting near the window, and I ran toward them. I looked over Komodo, but he didn’t seem to be burned or injured at all.

“He’s not hurt,” Zack said.

“He better not be,” I said. “Why did you let them out of their Poké balls? You know how they are.”

“I know. I was training with them. They noticed Komodo and chased him.”

Komodo bumped his head against my hand.

I was going to rub his hand when I noticed that both of my hands were glowing bright red.

My eyes widened, then I turned to my mom. “Umm, Mom?”

“Well, it’s about time,” she said. “Do you know what that means?”

“That my powers have activated?”

She nodded. “Yes. Do you want to try one right now?”

“Maybe one.”

“Ok. Which element do you want to learn first?”

I thought about for a moment. My hands were still glowing red, so I thought of an element that is that color. “Fire.”

“Alright,” Mom said. “Now hold out your hand. Close your eyes and think of anything involving fire. Then imagine all of that fire in the palm of your hand.”

I did as she told me and closed my eyes. Surprisingly, it wasn’t that hard to think of fire.

I just thought of the times I’ve seen Zack use his fire powers, then the tip of Charizard’s tail and his and Flareon’s Flamethrower, and imagined it all in my hand.

When I opened my hand it was completely covered in flames, and it didn’t burn my hand one bit. I flicked my hand and the fire went out.

“Cool,” I said.

“The more you do it, the more easier it’ll be to summon,” Zack said.

I nodded. Of course it’ll become easier to use my powers eventually.

“We can start tomorrow,” Mom said.

“Ok,” I said.

These past few days have been really great (minus the eevees trying to kill each other). First, Zak becomes my boyfriend; and second, my powers finally activated.

I couldn’t wait to learn how to use them tomorrow.

Zak’s POV

Unfortunately, Sarah might not be able to learn her powers right away tomorrow.

My mom and dad announced that we were going to go find a cryptid tomorrow in Africa, so we decided to spend the night in the airship while it takes us there.

It was almost 11:30 pm Eastern Time and everybody was probably asleep by now.

I was lying in bed and was wide awake. I knew a new episode of Weird World was about to come on, so I had already decided a while ago that I would get up and watch it.

I woke up Komodo, who sleeps on the foot of my bed every single night, and he likes watching that show too.

“Come on, Komodo,” I told him.

He got down from the bed and followed me out the door, turning himself invisible in the process.

Before heading to the control room where the TV was, I went to Sarah’s room, thinking that maybe she might want to watch it with me.

When I entered the room, Sarah was sound asleep on the bed. She looks really cute even when she sleeps. I almost hated myself for waking her up.

“Sarah,” I whispered in her ear. “Sarah.”

She groaned a little bit before she finally opened her eyes.

She was surprised to see me, then sighed in relief. “Zak, what the hell are you doing in here? I almost sliced your head off.” I noticed her sword was lying on the bed next to her and she was gripping the hilt of it.

“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve almost done just that,” I muttered. “You sleep with your sword?”

“Hey, you never know when something might happen,” she said defensively. “At least this way, I’m prepared for anything.” She had a good point there. “Now why the hell did you wake me up?”

“To see if maybe you wanted to watch Weird World with me,” I replied.

“Oh, ok. But why?”

“Just to see if you like it or not.”

“Aren’t you grounded from watching TV?”

“This wouldn’t be the first time that I’ve broken my punishment.”

“That I believe. Alright.”

She pushed the covers off of herself and climbed out of bed. I took her hand and we left the room.

“Let’s go check on my parents before we head to the control room,” I said.

“What about Zack?” Sarah asked.

“What about him?”

“Hey, if I’m gonna watch this then he is too. You go check on your parents while I go get him and we’ll meet you there, ok?”

“Ok. Try not to fall asleep.”

She glared at me, then went down the hallway. I went down the other way.

I heard my parents in the back of the airship. I sneaked closer toward the entrance. Mom and Dad were having a late night combat practice. They probably wouldn’t hear us watching TV.

I was about to go back when a thought occurred to me: Where’s Komodo?

“You still with me, Komodo?” I whispered.

He appeared right in front of me and licked my face.

“Good boy. Get ready . . . now.”

We ran toward the control room.

Sarah and Zack were already there, waiting for me, and so were Zon and Fiskerton.

“I hate you right now,” Zack told me.

I just laughed. “You two really like your sleep. And Sarah was the one that wanted to wake you up, not me.”

“Yeah, but since you woke her up, she woke me up, so it’s really your fault.”

“Alright, guys,” Sarah said, stepping between us. “Let’s just watch this damn show so that we all can go back to bed.”

“Fine,” Zack said.

I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, then I sat down on the only chair in there. Sarah sat on the armrest of it, and Zack just sat on the floor.

Fisk hung down from the ceiling.

“Hey, Fisk,” I said. “Got the popcorn?”

He produced a bag of it in his hand. Is this sufficient?

I put my hand over his mouth. “Quiet. Dad would kill me if he knew we were up here watching this.”

The episode started and I cheered. “Here we go.”

A few minutes into the show, Sarah almost fell over, but I caught her.

“Are you alright?” I asked her.

She nodded. “Yeah. I’m just really tired.”

“How about you sit on my lap?”

That seemed to wake her up fully. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. It’s ok.”

She sat down on my lap carefully and nervously, then leaned against me while I wrapped an around her waist and pulled her closer.

We turned back to the TV screen.

Argost was talking about some kingdom named Kumari Kandam and how it sank into the depths of the Indian Ocean, kind of like Atlantis.

“You woke me up to watch this crap?” Sarah asked me.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m guessing you don’t like it?”



“It’s just so . . . weird.”

“That’s probably why it’s called Weird World,” Zack said.

“Well, obviously. I just couldn’t come up with a better word.”

We laughed.

We watched the rest of the episode, and when it was over, I realized Sarah was asleep.

“I’ll take her back to bed,” I said.

“Ok,” Zack said, looking really tired, then left the room.

I picked Sarah up, which wasn’t easy since she was sitting on my lap, but I eventually managed and carried her to her room with Komodo following close behind.

I laid her down on her bed and pulled the covers over her.

I didn’t realize how tired I was until just then. I was worried that I was going to fall asleep before I got back to my room, which would definitely prove to Mom and Dad that I snuck out to watch TV if they found me.

So I decided to stay with Sarah for the rest of the night. That shouldn’t hurt, right?

I climbed onto the bed, went under the covers, and pulled Sarah close to me. Komodo laid on the foot of the bed, as always.

I fell asleep the instant my head hit the pillows.

Quiz Time!

Based on some of the lyrics that were given, what is the name of the song that Sarah wrote, and who sings it?

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