ALIEN

I woke up expecting it all to be a bad dream.

"Thank goodness, you woke up. I know nothing about disposing dead human bodies yet, I just got here,"

Hearing the words "dispose" and "dead human bodies" as soon as I gained my consciousness made my head throb even more. I was lying face down on the field where I met this weird stranger. How long was I passed out? It was still dark, so I'm guessing it was not that long. 

The prospect of dying at the hands of  'whatever-he-is' sent my  body to full-on survival mode. A dose of adrenaline kicked in, and I was suddenly alert. 

I immediately stood up and ran to the nearest exit. I wasn't fully aware yet that I am in fact running away from a possible threat to humanity and leading him straight to my house.

"Hey, where are you going? Wait for me!" he shouted at me.

"You jerk! Stop following me," I shouted back and ran as fast as I could. I have so many other expletives to call this stranger.

Just when I thought I was far from him, he appeared right in front of me.

"Wait, Wh-aaat? How did you do that? You were right behind me just then," I was dumbfounded, but more so at the fact that I keep asking dumb questions.

This is how side characters die in horror movies. They ask dumb questions and they run so slow. I should not have lied my way out of PE all the time.

"Super-speed," he said, like its no big deal. AT ALL.

"I suppose that is one of your gifts too?" I said sarcastically. Just one more evidence that this person is not human, and I am going to be having a full-on mental breakdown.

"Uhuh," he smiled -- that wide smile of his again. I notice he has a tiny scar below his lower lash line. A straight cut across the cheek. If it weren´t for his light purple hair, almost white at this point, he would have looked like a typical jock.

Tall, muscular, chiseled-jaw jock. There´s an influx of them at my school. One of which I would rather bury to dust.

So, if this alien has super powers, I could not outrun him much less fight with him.

I looked at him once more. Weirdly, he was still smiling at me. I felt the goosebumps on my arm slowly rising.

"So...you're an alien?" I wanted to confirm.

"Uhuh," he answered straightforwardly like it wasn't such a big deal. Again.

Rosie is never going to believe me when I told her that her wish upon a star brought a literal alien to Earth.

"You don't believe me?"

I shook my head and within a blink of an eye, I was thrown into the air. From a distance, I could see the diner´s rooftop.

¨Put me down,¨ I yelled those words without thinking it through.

I shouted as gravity threatened to drag me down  to the ground and crush me.

I dare not open my eyes but I felt warm hands wrap around my waist. I landed safely into his arms. Oddly, he felt so warm. I was expecting his body to be feel cold.

He almost felt ¨human¨ except he smelled like maple syrup. No normal human smells like maple syrup. My body relaxed into his arms and I feel a sudden sense of peace envelop me, like I couldn´t care less if I died right there and then if it meant this is the last feeling I would feel.

The alien was carrying me and whispered in my ears, "Do you believe me, now?"

I almost nodded in agreement.

"Put me down," I shouted. I heard the alien spoke and suddenly I remembered the danger I was in. What was it just now? Was that one of his powers? Why did he smell like my childhood home? Most importantly, why did I even smell him in the first place?

He did---gently. I was not expecting that too. This alien has never done anything I have expected.

"WHO THE HELL THROWS PEOPLE UP IN THE AIR??" I shouted at him. I buried the thought of him smelling like maple syrup and breakfast in the back of my mind. I don´t have the time to be so distracted in this moment.

"Aliens?" V answered mischievously.

I could feel my throat aching. I've done so much shouting in one day.

"So," I began. "Aren't you gonna tell me something like 'bring me to your leader, earthling', or stuff like that?"

I don't think it would be too bad to go out this way. At least I died knowing that aliens DO exist. Or if I somehow, miraculously survive this odd encounter, I would take my father's advice and finally go to therapy.

I raise my middle finger to all the flat-earthers that believe the earth is flat and we´re the only intellectual beings to exist.

With that question, he cracked up like crazy.

"Where are we? In a 1970's human-made alien movie?" he laughed again

"What? I thought you aliens are all like that?" I shrugged. My knowledge all came from watching too much documentaries on Discovery Channel. ¨Don't you all want world domination? You're no more than just intergalactic capitalists. I mean humans are almost there too. We are planning on building a colony in Mars, in FREAKIN MARS! can you believe that? What about the ocean explorations? What have they found that made them so scared they had to urgently search for ways to escape the Earth? Huh? Mr. Alien, can you tell me why?¨

He looked at me like I was a specimen. He looked almost amazed at my word vomit.

"I'm different, I'm here on a vacation. And don't get me starting about your leaders. You'd definitely find it offensive," he said as a matter of fact-ly. ¨Also, Mars is such a waste of time. Trust me, we've tried and nothing ever thrives there. You might find a skull or two if your little robot ran a little farther. Tell me when that happens and I'll inform my crew. It might be one of our ancestors,¨

My brain has now failed me and I have accepted the fact that this dude might really be an alien. Crew? There are others out there?

"What do you want then? Aren't you here to declare an intergalactic war or something? Or perhaps an invasion? That would be totally cool, humanity is getting dumber by the minute, I don't mind --," I suddenly stopped talking because the weird alien is staring at me.

"What are you looking at?" I said harshly and covered my chest instinctively. There is nothing much to see but just in case he was really checking me out like that.

"You know what, you're awesome," he said with a serious tone. "Because for a human, you are handling this encounter really well. I have been studying human behavior for years and I admit they go crazy over alien sightings more so on first hand encounters, but you... you're different,"

"Ow, that's 'cause I'm no ordinary human," I bragged. Honestly, at this point I was already desensitized from being flown off the ground and don´t know why the hell I am sort of flirting with this ´being´.

"Then it's perfect," he said.

"Perfect for what?"

"Hi, Earthling, My name is Cy and from now on, until I return to my planet, YOU would take care of ME. Good luck 'cause I'm kinda hard to take care of," he said as if with authority.

"HA? WHA---- " Before I could even continue my protest, he kissed me again.

This perverted weird alien jerk, he kissed me more than the necessary three minutes. 

And for the nth time tonight, everything went dark.