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The Neopian Times Week 11 > New Series > Uptown Gelert: Part One

Uptown Gelert: Part One

by shelleylow

Jazz galloped jauntily along the sandy road. His owner, Tara, was chasing after him, carrying his little brother, Hyper, in her arms. Jazz stopped further along to wait for them, wagging his long tail. After all, it wasn’t their fault that Gelerts were naturally speedy, was it? The green Gelert had been slightly apprehensive a few days ago when his owner had returned home carrying a blue baby Aisha. Tara had been pretty cautious herself, as it had always been said that Gelerts and Aishas did not get along. But Hyper, with all his spunk, charisma and boundless energy, had won Jazz over in no time.

Tara soon reached Jazz and put Hyper down while she caught her breath. The Aisha kitten scampered around in the grass by the side of the path, and eventually proceeded to chase a grasshopper through the green blades. Tara sat down in the grass and stroked Jazz’s head. Everything was peaceful.

A sleek silver limousine purred along the nearby road. As they watched the car pass, Tara suddenly noticed that Jazz had left her and trotted closer to it. He was standing still, ears pricked and alert, gazing at the passing car. She followed his eyes and saw the head protruding from the rear window. A sleek, slim-muzzled, long-eared head, covered in soft, gleaming golden fur. The head of a Gelert, a gold-painted one. Gold paintbrushes didn’t come cheap, Tara mused. That Gelert’s owner must be really rich to be able to afford one. And a limousine, for that matter. Suddenly, Tara knew who that Gelert was. She picked up Hyper, who had not managed to catch his grasshopper and was lying panting in the grass, and turned to Jazz with a grin on her face.

"Kalaia?" Jazz snapped back into the real world at her voice.

"Huh? What?"

"That was Kalaia, wasn’t it?"

"Uh…yeah. How’d you know?"

Tara shrugged. "Sixth sense, I guess."

Kalaia, the Yellow Gelert. Or at least that was what she had been before she’d been painted. She and Jazz had been friends for a long time, since they’d been created together at the same time. Tara could recall when she went to pick up Jazz from the Create-A-Pet Center, she had seen a rich-looking woman there. The two Gelerts had been friends while they were still in the Center, and had been Neomailing each other to keep in touch. As of late, Tara had observed that Jazz’s feelings for Kalaia had developed into something more than friendship, but she had never said anything to Jazz. She didn’t want to embarrass him by making him talk about it, and anyway he knew she knew. Now, though, she turned to him.

"Forget it, Jazz."

"Forget what?"

"Face it. A rich owner like Kalaia has would never let a Gelert with a poor owner like yours ever go with her precious NeoPet. I mean, we have to get our food from the soup kitchen, the size of our NeoHome isn’t much to boast of and we have barely any furniture. And Kalaia’s so beautiful. She probably has a zillion male Gelerts with rich families queuing up for an opportunity with her. You don’t stand a chance. That’s the way it is being poor. I just didn’t want you to get your hopes up too high. Sorry."

Jazz was still staring after the car, now a silver speck on the horizon.

"But Kalaia’s my friend. Surely there’s some hope for me?" He looked up hopefully at his owner.

Tara shook her head, sadly, for she felt that Jazz would have to accept the truth. "Forget about her."

Jazz crept along the moonlit path to the town. Everything was quiet except for the chirping of crickets in the bushes that lined the path. He knew this was a stupid idea. Tara would have called him crazy, but he couldn’t stand it. He had to see her. He had sent her a Neomail, telling her to meet him on her balcony that night. She had agreed. He couldn’t keep from thinking about her now. He felt sure that her rich Gelert admirers only were attracted to her beauty and her money (even if of course he couldn’t prove that), but he knew he loved her for her kind, humble soul and the fact that she had remained thus despite her wealth.

Jazz neared the town and kept to the side of the road as he walked in. He knew her address, and anyway her house was unmistakable. It was an enormous mansion, complete with a huge garden covered with soft green turf, on which a Gelert could gallop and prance for hours, a fountain, and a swimming pool. This last was not visible, but she had told him about it.

He slipped through the iron fence and crossed the garden. He saw Kalaia’s sleek shape silhouetted in the light from her window. She emerged from the silken curtains and onto the balcony, where she stood with her paws on the edge. She was waiting for him. Her golden fur shimmered as it caught the starlight. Then she saw him, and her tail began to wag in greeting. He scaled the climbing plants on the wall up to her balcony.

"Jazz. It’s been a while."

"Yeah, I’ll say. Hey, Kal? I need to talk to you about something."

"Sure."

Jazz took a deep breath, then told her how he felt about her now, how his feelings had changed form friendship to something more. When he was finished she stared at him for a moment, the moon and stars mirrored in her brown eyes.

"You know Jazz, I think I might be feeling for you, too. I just didn’t know what it was. I’ve never felt about anyone like this before." She dropped her gaze. "I mean, there’s male Gelerts that send me presents and stuff, and tell me they like me, but…well, I get the feeling they’re not sincere." She looked up at him again. "But you’re different. Hey, maybe I could ask my owner if I could go out with you."

Jazz shook his head. "My owner said that wouldn’t work. She says your owner wouldn’t like you going out with a pet…a pet like me."

"Well, we can try, Jazz. I’ll talk to her."

"Oh, okay. I hope it works."

"Me too." She smiled, then shyly rubbed her head on his shoulder. "Good-bye."

"Goodnight," Jazz called softly, then leapt down from the balcony and away. He was back in his bed long before morning, and Tara and Hyper, fast asleep in their own homes, never knew he had gone.

To be continued...

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Uptown Gelert: Part Two

Uptown Gelert: Part Three

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