I looked up.
"Idiots," I declared under my breath. They had been fighting again. It's annoying, but, what can you do about an idiot brother and his stupid green alien friend? Trust me, I've known since I've seen him. He is an alien.
"Bug off!" My moron brother yells at him after his latest plan fails. The green one was now covered in garbage and was brushing it off his magenta dress.
Yes. He wore a dress. And tights. Black stretchy tights with thick black boots that seemed to melt together. He also wore a horribly cheesy wig, also black, that stuck up more then the dork brother of mine.
"Fine then puny human," He spat back. "I'll go. Oh, I'll go just fine. MINION!" He shouted a call for his robot thing to follow. I looked up slightly as he walked around sheepishly. He wasn't going anywhere yet.
"Woozly," The moron talked to himself again, "possible werewolf."
"Not possible. He has a silver stud in his ear," I once more spoke under my breath, apparently a little too loud too. They had heard me.
"Wait, how did you know silver harms a werewolf?"
"I AM NORMAL!"
"I never said you weren't."
"Oh. Sorry."
I shrugged and walked away. They'd never known and they never would. Hopefully.
I had always liked the supernatural; much like my brother did and like the alien actually was. I couldn't let them know though.
And after that, no one would ever again.