Crush on You

They finished their work and returned back to the Leyline Observitory. Once there, Werner went to the room of his best friend, thirty-year-old Elliot Enduro. Elliot was like an older brother to Werner, as Elliot was an only child and Werner only had a kid brother, and could be relied on to talk about different problems and questions that the young man had.

When he knocked on the door, Elliot's five-year-old son Jet answered the door to let him in, where the boy's father was relaxing with a small shot of whisky, which was his drink of choice, although he only drank responsibly and when it wouldn't interfere with his work or doing something with Jet. They were a tight knit family. Both father and son had silver hair and purple eyes, and Elliot had a small beard on his face. His wife had died in childbirth, so he had to keep his son with him at the lab. Not that it ever stopped him from doing his work. Jet was quite cooperative when Elliot had an assignment to do, and didn't mind spending time with "Uncle Werner" if needed be.

"So, what's on your mind?" asked Elliot, "Something happen when you were in town? Let me guess, it's got something to do with a girl. I'm right, aren't I? Your face just tells all."


"I guess you can say that. I kind of feel funny when I'm with this young woman I met just today, I saved her dog from a monster. Then she introduced the three of us to her father, and she just wouldn't take her eyes off of me. Something seemed to radiate from them, something I couldn't name. What do you think it is? I need to know what's wrong with me," Werner requested.

Elliot told him, "Well I'm not an expert, but I think you might have a crush on her. Remember, I've been through all of this before, with Jet's mom and all. You don't have to worry, I'll keep this between us only. And Jet, you're not going to go around and telling the rest of the Council, right?"


The boy smiled and pulled his hat low on his forehead. "Ok daddy." He then went to the other room in Elliot's quarters, in order to give the two men some time to talk in private.

"What should I do?" inquired Werner, "I don't know how to impress a girl. Remember, I'm 'Mr. Serious', the man who pays more attention to his work than to anything else. Not exactly the sort of thing a woman is looking for. How can I tell her that I love her without looking like a total buffoon."

"Take it from me Werner, all you need to do is to just be yourself. She seemed to like you just fine before, when you were with her in Little Rock. If a person isn't willing to like you for who you are, then they're not worth the trouble it takes trying to impress them," Elliot stated.

Werner saw the sense in that argument. So he decided to go to the city the next time he had a day off, in order to talk to Ekatrina. He thanked Elliot, and bid him good night. Then, he began to head back to his own quarters. The young man hadn't walked five steps when he ran into Duran Bryant.

Duran was a twenty-nine year old ladies man with short black hair and vibrant brown eyes. Sometimes he plainly confused Werner, as he spoke with this thick accent that often muddled what he was saying. But Werner and the others lived with it, after all, he was the only person there who had the expertise needed to fix the many complex machines found inside of the laboratory. And Duran was a nice guy, he just had an obsession with finding "Mrs. Wright", and little success.

Werner said, "Good to see you. How was your day Duran? Any problems back at the lab? We had, should we say, quite an eventful one. Saved a dog, met a girl, and still got our job done."


This excited Duran. "Girl?! Vere iz ziz girl? Iz ze pretty? Vat vaz her name?"

His words didn't surprise Werner, he'd known how excited Duran would get when it came to women. He liked to spend time with the fairer sex even more than Melody liked makeup. Heck, he'd even went out with said female scientist for about a week, until her obsession with makeup finally drove him over the edge. Then he'd raved at what a loony she was to both Elliot and Werner, who tried to look attentive, with yawns betraying their act. He hadn't noticed the two of them doing that though.

"Her name is Ekatrina," Werner told him, "And yes she is pretty. Does that mean that you're in the looking for a girlfriend once more? What happened to Tiffany Willis from Humphrey's Peak?"

"Ze's inzane. Ze woman iz always azking me to go wiz her to zome place to take part in zome kind of daredevil activity. Not ze kind of woman I am looking for," he replied.

He raved about his old girlfriends for about a half-hour before Werner managed to escape. Once back in his room, the young man began to try to figure out what he could do for her. Chocolate? Did she even eat chocolate? Flowers? Was she allergic to pollen or something? Werner found that there was nothing he could give her that was without some sort of negative side that might just come out of it.

He muttered, "Nothing, nothing I can do to impress her. I know I've ought to be myself, but how I must also get her a gift of some sort, in order to show how much I care."

Werner never found himself to be a Romeo, he preferred keeping to himself. His kid brother Tesla was often teasing him because of this. Which was a bad idea, as Werner was always the better fighter of the two. He'd lost count of the number of times that he'd kicked Tesla's butt.

He poured himself a small glass of sparkling water, not being one who drinks wine, even socially. "I guess that nothing in life is ever easy. Maybe I should talk to her about what she likes, then I can get her a nice present. That's it, I'll buy her a nice present after I know what he likes."

All of that could wait for the next day, though. After all, Werner's next vacation would not be for another week or so. He had plenty of time to figure out the words to say to her. Werner went back to his bed, and lay down. He got to sleep running the lists of what he would say in his head.

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Teefa's Last Words…

I know Duran's diary had him speaking normally. But that's a text file. You don't speak the same way you write. Else I would be the best speller in the world, as I'm always spelling things the way they'd sound. Simple translations…W's become V's, and S's and Th's become Z's. Example: the first line translates to "Girl?! Where is this girl? Is she pretty? What was her name?"