Note: This oneshot/story isn't told by the narrator. This isn't part of the book, it's just a oneshot about Pix meeting Oli.

Oneshot/Drabble Summary: Pix is annoyed by the fact that the new kid is a lion tamer- until he realises that the new kid isn't actually that bad.

Also Wattpad deleted half of this oneshot and I had to rewrite it smh Wattpad

Also AlmonLemon  look, child Pix

Pix stared suspiciously at the boy chattering excitedly to Gem. He had dark brown hair with blonde streaks on either side of his face, and it looked like he had hazel eyes. But none of that mattered really. Pix was just thinking about what the boy was.

Another lion tamer.

Why did they need another lion tamer? Pix was great at his act! Definitely better than...

The eight year old wasn't quite sure what the new performer's name was, admittedly... but Pix was definitely still better!

Pix looked at Sausage, who was watching with a mildly amused expression. "What's his name?" The brunette whispered to the young ringleader.

"Hm? Oh- that's Oli. New performer. Remember?" Sausage added with a laugh. "We told you."

"You didn't say he was a lion tamer." Pix said accusingly, squinting suspiciously at 'Oli' again.

"I mean... sorry? He seems nice enough. Gem likes him, so that's enough for me." Sausage added thoughtfully.

"How am I meant to tell if he's nice?" Pix queried, staring at Oli.

"Try... speaking to him?" The taller boy suggested, staring at him incredulously. Ohhhhh. I didn't think of that!

"Okay, got it-" Pix pushed past Sausage, letting out a quiet apology before walking over to Gem and the new boy. "You're Oli, right?"

Gem took a few steps away, walking over to Sausage as Oli paused. "Yyyyep. And you are?" He added.

"Pix. The other lion tamer." The better lion tamer. Pix added silently to himself.

"Wait, I'm not the only lion tamer?!" Oli blurted, looking more than a little surprised.

The two stared at each other in awkward silence for a few moments before Oli spoke again, speaking so fast that the eight year old could barely understand him.

"Are we playing the quiet game? I'm great at the quiet game!" Oli paused.

To give him some credit, the other lion tamer did remain silent...

For a grand total of six seconds (yes, he was counting, why does that matter, it doesn't matter, exactly, shut up).

He then exclaimed loudly, "See?! I'm great at being quiet! I'm the best... uh... is there a job where you can just be quiet? No? Well, I'm making one. I'm the best quieterer in the whole world!" Oli added, beaming.

Now, Pix could have objected. He could have said that no, Oli was terrible at being quiet, and that if being quiet was a job, it wouldn't be a quietERER, it would be a quietER.

He could have said that.

But instead Pix grinned. "Yeah, you'd make a great... quieterer. And I'm sure you're a good lion tamer as well!" The boy added cheerfully. There was no point in being mean now that he knew Oli wasn't that bad (at least, he didn't seem that bad).

Maybe he and Oli could be friends-

No, best friends.

Pix had always liked the idea of having a best friend.