Project 59 by Bonez aka HappyNoodleGurl
Chapter 37
Purple ran into his room and quickly slammed the door behind him. Sinking to the soft black carpet he placed his head in his claws, and sat there in the dark thinking about how lucky he was--------and how miserable his life had been.
The Massive was quiet, and not one Irken roamed its deserted hallways. The Tallest listened to the nothing, hearing but a quiet hum of the universe and the planet Earth below the ship. He had it all: luxury, fame, fortune. Being a ruler of a whole planet should've been enough, but it had all just been one big game. Him and Red did nothing but play one big game--------and that was it.
Staring at his room, he sighed. The bed directly across from him was an old 4-post bed with the softest violet silk sheets and pillows, and behind it a window half the size of the wall allowed a clear view of the beautiful planet below. His walls and carpet were black with purple borders, shelves, and vanities filling his quarters. To the left of his bed was a glass table with 4 matching chairs for "romancing" or just normal, everyday stuff.
Suddenly he cracked a small, shy smile. Staring at the Earth below, he thought of the girl he met. What was her name? Lan? Feeling his cheeks turn a dark emerald, she had been so nice to him. Now he could see why Zim wanted to take this planet hostage. These "humans" were so...........................beautiful.
Reaching in a hidden pocket, he took out a crumpled reciept from the "coffee" shop they went to. It was called "StarBling" and he still remembered the first taste of that.........oh what was it called?................Frinch Vonilla Cappochino? Something along those lines. How every part of his tingled at the warm, delicious liquid.
He remembered sitting underneath the marquee on some black iron chair that hurt the lower meaty parts of him as a human. He had never felt more peaceful in his life than when he stared into her almond eyes, lost in a sort of trance watching her sip the coffee ever so gently and then politely wipe the sides of her mouth with a napkin. All the sounds had stopped except for the pitter patter of the falling rain to the top of the marquee to the cold ground.
When she talked to him, he felt an excitement he had never knew he had. She stirred up all of these feelings just by saying his name. Well, technically not his "name."
Juan. That's what he told her to call her. When she smiled, looking into his deep purple eyes and asked his name, that was the first thing that came to him. He didn't even think about it, but before he knew it the word "Juan" just rolled out of his mouth.
She asked him so many personal questions: something a female from HIS planet wouldn't even dare to attempt. But, obviously proper manners were different on Irk. He told her that he worked in a bookstore and lived in a small apartment south of the coffee shop. Supposively he just moved to the city from a small town up North. She seemed fascinated with his lies.
Then it was his turn---------he asked about her personal life and such things. She played in a band, lived in the city all of her life, and enjoyed the simple things, such sipping coffee and talking about life as they were doing that moment. Yet, he felt as if there was something more to her that she didn't include. In her eyes he always saw a glimpse of sadness buried deep withing the quiet smile.
Getting up off of his floor, he placed the receipt on the table and layed down on his soft bed. Closing his eyes, he dozed off almost automatically. And during the whole time he was asleep, he dreamt of Lan, and how he wanted to know more about her and her strange culture.
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A/N: I really need to get back in the swing of writing. I didn't really like this chapter that much because I know I could've done better a couple of weeks ago. But, anyway more sappy romance for your eyes to read. Blah, I'm getting tired of this! I really need to do a battle scene or something. *shruggs* Anywhoo, R&R please! Bai!
~*~Bonez~*~
Purple ran into his room and quickly slammed the door behind him. Sinking to the soft black carpet he placed his head in his claws, and sat there in the dark thinking about how lucky he was--------and how miserable his life had been.
The Massive was quiet, and not one Irken roamed its deserted hallways. The Tallest listened to the nothing, hearing but a quiet hum of the universe and the planet Earth below the ship. He had it all: luxury, fame, fortune. Being a ruler of a whole planet should've been enough, but it had all just been one big game. Him and Red did nothing but play one big game--------and that was it.
Staring at his room, he sighed. The bed directly across from him was an old 4-post bed with the softest violet silk sheets and pillows, and behind it a window half the size of the wall allowed a clear view of the beautiful planet below. His walls and carpet were black with purple borders, shelves, and vanities filling his quarters. To the left of his bed was a glass table with 4 matching chairs for "romancing" or just normal, everyday stuff.
Suddenly he cracked a small, shy smile. Staring at the Earth below, he thought of the girl he met. What was her name? Lan? Feeling his cheeks turn a dark emerald, she had been so nice to him. Now he could see why Zim wanted to take this planet hostage. These "humans" were so...........................beautiful.
Reaching in a hidden pocket, he took out a crumpled reciept from the "coffee" shop they went to. It was called "StarBling" and he still remembered the first taste of that.........oh what was it called?................Frinch Vonilla Cappochino? Something along those lines. How every part of his tingled at the warm, delicious liquid.
He remembered sitting underneath the marquee on some black iron chair that hurt the lower meaty parts of him as a human. He had never felt more peaceful in his life than when he stared into her almond eyes, lost in a sort of trance watching her sip the coffee ever so gently and then politely wipe the sides of her mouth with a napkin. All the sounds had stopped except for the pitter patter of the falling rain to the top of the marquee to the cold ground.
When she talked to him, he felt an excitement he had never knew he had. She stirred up all of these feelings just by saying his name. Well, technically not his "name."
Juan. That's what he told her to call her. When she smiled, looking into his deep purple eyes and asked his name, that was the first thing that came to him. He didn't even think about it, but before he knew it the word "Juan" just rolled out of his mouth.
She asked him so many personal questions: something a female from HIS planet wouldn't even dare to attempt. But, obviously proper manners were different on Irk. He told her that he worked in a bookstore and lived in a small apartment south of the coffee shop. Supposively he just moved to the city from a small town up North. She seemed fascinated with his lies.
Then it was his turn---------he asked about her personal life and such things. She played in a band, lived in the city all of her life, and enjoyed the simple things, such sipping coffee and talking about life as they were doing that moment. Yet, he felt as if there was something more to her that she didn't include. In her eyes he always saw a glimpse of sadness buried deep withing the quiet smile.
Getting up off of his floor, he placed the receipt on the table and layed down on his soft bed. Closing his eyes, he dozed off almost automatically. And during the whole time he was asleep, he dreamt of Lan, and how he wanted to know more about her and her strange culture.
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A/N: I really need to get back in the swing of writing. I didn't really like this chapter that much because I know I could've done better a couple of weeks ago. But, anyway more sappy romance for your eyes to read. Blah, I'm getting tired of this! I really need to do a battle scene or something. *shruggs* Anywhoo, R&R please! Bai!
~*~Bonez~*~