Heya guys! This is a REWRITE of my original story "Shooting Star? Don't think so". I haven't been able to think up any more chapters for the old one, when suddenly this new version popped into me head. (so unfortunately I'm getting rid of the old one and all it's reviews *cries*).

Anyway, hope you enjoi it and please R/R! Cos I like reviews, yes I do.

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It was cold.

But then what else would one expect from winter?

Dib rubbed his bare arms and gazed out the semi-frosty window, giggling a little as his breath fogged up the glass. It had snowed last night, and the little three year-old was enraptured with the layer of white that had blanketed the ground. He liked snow.

Almost as much as he liked aliens.

 He grinned and used a finger to draw a circle in the condensation he had created, "Hey mommy,"

"Yes?" His mom's voice called from the kitchen. She was making cookies; Dib could smell them from where he sat next to the window.

"Do you t'ink dere are aliens out dere?"

He heard his mom laugh, "I don't know sweetheart, maybe there are." There was a clatter as she started washing up.

"Well, if dere were, den I bet dey'ed look like dis," Dib drew some new features onto his circle, "dey'ed have big eyes – like dis, and dey'ed have big smiles – like dis – with funny teeth, oh! And dey'ed also have feeler t'ings on dere heads – like a bugs…"

"You're weird Dib."

The small voice had come from the couch. His baby sister, Gaz, was peeking over the top of the couch to look at him, the big bow holding back her purple hair lopsided. Dib crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out, which resulted in Gaz chortling and trying to do the same. After awhile the two year-old got bored of the game and sat back down to watch Teletubbies, leaving Dib alone with his drawn alien.

Dib looked at it and smiled, before starting to draw another circle next to it.

"…Hey mommy,"

"Yes Dibby?"

"Know what I'd do if I found an alien?"

"I don't know. What would you do?"

"I'd become bestest friends wid him." He finished his drawing and smirked in satisfaction.

On the window were two stick figures standing next to each other, one an alien, the other a boy with scythe-like hair and large glasses.

   

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For those of you who are wondering why Gaz acts differently in my story (wow, she's more friendly for one ain't she?), you'll find all that out and more when I finish this story!

Remember to review so I can put up the second chappie! If ppl like than I'll continue!