A/N: This one's a bit short but heyo I have a storyline for this one in my head instead of just making it up as I go along! Hopefully updates will come faster, but no guarantees. Thanks for everything! Disclaimer: Yo no own Super 8.
Ever since the ET's departure, Martin had been a borderline insomniac—thoughts of tanks with flashing barrels and bone-jarring explosions had kept him awake into the precious hours of the morning for almost a month.
Until tonight.
Martin was usually swimming in his sheets by midnight, although tonight, he lay calmly in bed, breathing evenly and peacefully, though he was still awake.
Gone were the muzzle flashes and shards of glass and in their places was a flash of oceanic eyes and goldenrod hair. The sound of heavy explosions was replaced by a light, melodious laugh.
Martin smiled and in his mind, she smiled back.
So what if he never fell asleep? For the time being, staying awake may have been even better.
Halfway across the city, Alice Dainard had almost the exact opposite problem—she awoke in a cold sweat with her ears still ringing from the dream.
Alice softly sighed in frustration as she sat up. As always, she couldn't remember what she had seen before waking up. All she could recall was metal and dirt. Something about metal and dirt.
It was the same dream—she knew that much, but she could never remember what it was about.
She was frustrated. Her life was supposed to have gotten easier after the ET left. Her father hadn't restocked the liquor cabinet in weeks, had cleared the living room of most of his trash, and she hadn't had to tiptoe around him as much.
It was actually kind of nice.
Normal, almost.
Until she fell asleep.
Then, she remembered, that nothing could ever be normal again.