Hey Everybody! This is the second story I've written, and it's gonna be the first completed one (hopefully). I have become thoroughly obsessed with this movie and i hope everyone enjoys what i write! (forgive me if i misspell anything) Au revoir!

A girl laid in her bed and stared at the ceiling. It was one of the few things she could do in here condition at the time. A couple weeks ago she had come down with a bad cold, and then the Seinne began to overflow. She was living in a small ground apartment near the river when the water level first started to rise. When it started to flood her home, she grabbed her few things and moved to the Mormarcher hill with her mother. At which time her illness quickly got worse. Soon Paris was flooded and she was bed-ridden indefinitely.

The moon glowed bright as a cool breeze blew through her open window. She shivered, then sat up to look around her room. Her possessions were stacked in and around the closet to her left and her guitar was propped up in the far-right corner, oh how she missed playing it all the time. Though weak, the moved the covers aside and pushed her shaking legs to carry her across the room to her guitar. She plopped down onto the floor and held the instrument in her arms, reveling in the smoothness of the wood and the fine-tuned strings on her fingers. Alone in the quiet, she heard a small chirp from somewhere, taking this as a que to start. She began to strum out a sweet tune, her favorite part of The Prayer, and poured herself into each note. She wanted to sing the lyrics as well, but her throat only managed a small squeak. No sooner than she got to the middle of the score was she forced to stop due to a large bought of coughing. Her guitar fell to the floor as she moved her hands to cover her mouth. When she stopped coughing she heard the chirps gain, but louder this time. Looking around her room, her eyes rested on something very unusual. Two big, yellow eyes with red irises stared back at her through the window.

She scooted slightly away from the window. At first she was shocked, but also very curious. After a moment though, her curiosity overcame her fear. As she slowly stood up and moved closer, the owner of the strange eyes backed up slightly on the medium-sized windowsill. That small movement moved it into the moonlight and her own eyes got wide. The creature was at least six feet tall hunched over like it was, but she imagined it was taller otherwise. It was blue with four arms and two springy-looking legs. It was shaped like an insect with two mandibles on either side of it's chin and what seemed to be spikes on it's arms, legs, and along it's back. Looking up to it's face however, it's expression was not that of a monster, but was the same as her's. It was pure curiosity. A much smaller bought of coughing momentarily halted her observation. When she looked back up, the creature's eyes now not only contained curiosity, but also concern. At that moment she realized something. This creature meant her no harm. She also thought it looked rather lonely on the windowsill. She offered it a hand, welcoming it into her home. It was apprehensive at first, then after a moment, it laid two of it's hands on her's and stepped down through the window.

After entering, The creature let go of her hand and looked around for a moment, then back at her. She tried to ask him a question, but once again all that came out of her mouth was a small squeak. It chirped in response, as if acknowledging that neither of them could verbally communicate. This made both of them smile. The prolonged standing made her legs begin to shake, so she sat down hard on the floor and rubbed a bit of the sleep out of her eyes. The creature looked around the room again and his eyes stopped on her fallen guitar. When she opened her eyes, he had sat down in front of her with the guitar, mimicking how she held it. He pressed his fingers on the on the strings and strummed a perfect chord. She was impressed by his ability to learn, and she wanted to teach him more if he was interested. She adjusted his shoulders and moved his arms slightly in the right position, then taught him a few more chords. After a few minutes of practice, she taught him a melody, and soon he was playing a song all his own. She rested her back on the end of her bed and listened to the giant creature's sweet music. It reminded her of one of the first songs she played as a child. A large smile crossed his face as he plucked away at the strings, sending her a glance every now and then. Soon her head began to nod. She tried her best to keep awake but her fatigue and the smooth music slowly overtook her conciousness.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" She awoke to the sound of a terrified scream. A gust of air rushed past her as her mother ran franticly into the room. She ran to the window and then rushed to her side. "Oh my god! Are you alright dear?! Are you okay?! Did that horrible monster hurt you? ….Hello? Hello?!" But she ignored her mother's concerned babble. She glanced around the room. Everything was the same as when she fell asleep, but her guitar laid face-down on the floor once again and her friend was gone. She looked to the side and for the first time in weeks, she stood up straight without effort and gracefully strode to the window. She looked out into the night, wondering where he would go. In her mind she thanked him for his company and wished him to be safe whatever happened, then spoke aloud in a whisper, "Good luck, mi ames."

Author's Note: "mi ames" is french for "my friend."