Michael's POV
I woke up so comfortable. I have never felt this at ease before. My whole body feels tingly. But I heard the door open, I have to get up. I can't move; there is something on top of me. I look over. *WTF* Liz is still asleep on top of me. Well, half on me, and half in an awkward position both hanging off the side of the couch, and cramped into the corner. I move positions, so she can be more comfortable. As our bodies detach, she lets out a whimper because of the lost contact. I find myself stifling a moan. When I lay back down, she settles herself against me. I am in the perfect position to simply shove her off; or if I'm feeling kind I'll wake her gently and ask her to move the hell off me. But I do neither, I relax despite myself.
"My God!!!!!!!!" Max screamed.
O that's right, we have visitors. I don't want to get up, but Liz is already starting to stir. Too bad, she looked so peaceful, and she really did need the rest. But, one look at Max's red face makes me get up quickly.
"Hello Max, Isabel, Tess. What brings you here?" I say calmly.
"What brings. We waited at the Crashdown for hours, you were supposed to meet us there and we would interrogate that girl." Max said.
"Her name's Liz and we accidentally slept in, sorry."
"We? What are you doing with her, she could be dangerous. You don't even know her. I don't trust her, she's creepy and she smells funny."
I was worried Liz would wake up. I hope she didn't hear that.
"I don't think she's dangerous. I don't know her, but I feel like I should. And she's not creepy, she's unique. Plus, she took a shower, so she doesn't stink."
"Michael, stop thinking with your hormones, and use your brain cells for once."
Well, I was about ready to rip his head off, but Liz silently came behind me and touched my shoulder. This calmed me immediately. I was about to defend myself, when I realized I didn't have a good reason to trust. Just a gut reaction, but that wasn't enough. Liz saved me by cutting me off.
"Youse guys don't trust me, why should ya? Ya don't hardly know me, and I haven't been all that friendly. Given yar situation, you're wise to be cautious. But, I honestly think I can help ya, if ya let me."
"Why should we trust you?"
"I can't force ya tuh trust me."
"Well, maybe I could connect with you, and see if our really trustworthy."
"No! I don't want yuh tuh peek around in my head!"
"You don't trust us? Why should we trust you?"
"No, it ain't that. Michael could you do it?"
"What!?! I can't connect."
"You'se an alien ain't ya? Well then you can do it. I'll even help ya."
I nodded, and she turned towards me. She put her hands on either side of my face, pulled my face down to look her in the eyes; and I was entranced. Her eyes were dark brown, as if they could swallow a person whole, despite them. But, no one would want to fight against her pull. Our breathing became synchronized. And I was lost.
Max's POV
This is ridiculous! Why didn't she want me to connect with her? What's so special about Michael? And, I didn't know he could do that. Maybe she'll mind warp him, I mean no human can do what she did yesterday. She must be an alien.
After what seemed like an eternity they separated. I looked into his eyes to make sure he was still in there. He seemed like his old self, but more loose.
"Well Michael, what did you see?" It was Isabelle speaking.
"I didn't see anything, I mostly just felt her emotions. She doesn't ant to hurt us, and she truly does have important information we could use. And she cares about me."
And then he smiled at her. God, puke much. She looked sheepish at that, but then she genuinely smiled back at him. She hasn't smiled once since we've met her. I can't help but notice her radiance when she smiles. And she doesn't smell at all. All clean like that, she's very pretty. *Fuck!!! Follow your own advice, think with your brain.* But looking at her, I can't help it. I have to get out of here. I walk out the door. Out of the corner of my eye I notice Tess and Isabelle following me. And, Michael and Liz are staring at each other, they don't even care that I'm leaving.
Liz's POV
Thank God they're gone, they were making me nervous. I'd rather be alone with Michael.
"Liz we need to talk."
Ohoh, that's never good. Hey wait, we're not even dating.
"About wha?"
"I lied Liz, I did see something."
O shit, this is even worse than I thought. "Yeah? What?"
"Me, or sorta me. I looked different. I had a Mohawk and was pierced everywhere. Tell me who that was."
"Ummmmm." Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
I woke up so comfortable. I have never felt this at ease before. My whole body feels tingly. But I heard the door open, I have to get up. I can't move; there is something on top of me. I look over. *WTF* Liz is still asleep on top of me. Well, half on me, and half in an awkward position both hanging off the side of the couch, and cramped into the corner. I move positions, so she can be more comfortable. As our bodies detach, she lets out a whimper because of the lost contact. I find myself stifling a moan. When I lay back down, she settles herself against me. I am in the perfect position to simply shove her off; or if I'm feeling kind I'll wake her gently and ask her to move the hell off me. But I do neither, I relax despite myself.
"My God!!!!!!!!" Max screamed.
O that's right, we have visitors. I don't want to get up, but Liz is already starting to stir. Too bad, she looked so peaceful, and she really did need the rest. But, one look at Max's red face makes me get up quickly.
"Hello Max, Isabel, Tess. What brings you here?" I say calmly.
"What brings. We waited at the Crashdown for hours, you were supposed to meet us there and we would interrogate that girl." Max said.
"Her name's Liz and we accidentally slept in, sorry."
"We? What are you doing with her, she could be dangerous. You don't even know her. I don't trust her, she's creepy and she smells funny."
I was worried Liz would wake up. I hope she didn't hear that.
"I don't think she's dangerous. I don't know her, but I feel like I should. And she's not creepy, she's unique. Plus, she took a shower, so she doesn't stink."
"Michael, stop thinking with your hormones, and use your brain cells for once."
Well, I was about ready to rip his head off, but Liz silently came behind me and touched my shoulder. This calmed me immediately. I was about to defend myself, when I realized I didn't have a good reason to trust. Just a gut reaction, but that wasn't enough. Liz saved me by cutting me off.
"Youse guys don't trust me, why should ya? Ya don't hardly know me, and I haven't been all that friendly. Given yar situation, you're wise to be cautious. But, I honestly think I can help ya, if ya let me."
"Why should we trust you?"
"I can't force ya tuh trust me."
"Well, maybe I could connect with you, and see if our really trustworthy."
"No! I don't want yuh tuh peek around in my head!"
"You don't trust us? Why should we trust you?"
"No, it ain't that. Michael could you do it?"
"What!?! I can't connect."
"You'se an alien ain't ya? Well then you can do it. I'll even help ya."
I nodded, and she turned towards me. She put her hands on either side of my face, pulled my face down to look her in the eyes; and I was entranced. Her eyes were dark brown, as if they could swallow a person whole, despite them. But, no one would want to fight against her pull. Our breathing became synchronized. And I was lost.
Max's POV
This is ridiculous! Why didn't she want me to connect with her? What's so special about Michael? And, I didn't know he could do that. Maybe she'll mind warp him, I mean no human can do what she did yesterday. She must be an alien.
After what seemed like an eternity they separated. I looked into his eyes to make sure he was still in there. He seemed like his old self, but more loose.
"Well Michael, what did you see?" It was Isabelle speaking.
"I didn't see anything, I mostly just felt her emotions. She doesn't ant to hurt us, and she truly does have important information we could use. And she cares about me."
And then he smiled at her. God, puke much. She looked sheepish at that, but then she genuinely smiled back at him. She hasn't smiled once since we've met her. I can't help but notice her radiance when she smiles. And she doesn't smell at all. All clean like that, she's very pretty. *Fuck!!! Follow your own advice, think with your brain.* But looking at her, I can't help it. I have to get out of here. I walk out the door. Out of the corner of my eye I notice Tess and Isabelle following me. And, Michael and Liz are staring at each other, they don't even care that I'm leaving.
Liz's POV
Thank God they're gone, they were making me nervous. I'd rather be alone with Michael.
"Liz we need to talk."
Ohoh, that's never good. Hey wait, we're not even dating.
"About wha?"
"I lied Liz, I did see something."
O shit, this is even worse than I thought. "Yeah? What?"
"Me, or sorta me. I looked different. I had a Mohawk and was pierced everywhere. Tell me who that was."
"Ummmmm." Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.