I've got a dream to take you over,
Exploding like a supernova.
I'm gonna crash into your world...
...And that's no lie.
Why, I was sure I didn't knew, but I found myself turning to Marco in order to clear my thoughts a little. He grinned when I finished explaining I needed a distraction.
"You've gotten bored of the bird-boy?"
"I didn't say--"
"Ah, 's okay, I won't tell. I know JUST the place for us to go. Galaxy!"
I felt a frown come up.
"The Galaxy? But, Marco, how--"
"No, not THE Galaxy. Galaxy, the dance club! You know, the place that has 'Give space a chance' painted on the wall?"
"No."
Marco rolled his eyes and threw me some clothes.
"Put those on."
"Why?"
"'Cause you'll look boring in what you're wearing now."
I decided not to as questions and just wear the most uncomfortable black t-shirt that clung to my chest like a suffocatingly tight extra skin and a pair of trousers that dropped down as soon as I released them.
"These don't fit." I announced.
Marco looked up from changing his clothes as well.
"Ah, you're overreacting, Ax."
He whipped out a beld and secured the trousers just underneath my boxershorts' hem. None of my protests worked. If I'd come to a meeting like this, I knew several people who'd stare and call me a...what? Freak. Yeah. Freak was the word.
Marco smiled at my attire.
"Great."
Not a shared opinion. Clothes, okay. This... Not okay. Marco dissappeared into another room and came back with a small container that kept a half-solid substance, blue in color.
"Hair gel." he said, his smile failing a bit as he watched my hair,
"Don't you ever --I dunno-- change it, Ax?"
"No. Why should I?"
"It's starting to look prehistorical."
"Oh. How?"
"It's out of fashion. You are in need of a new style. Restyling, ever heard of it?"
"Yes."
I morphed until my hair had changed into that of a man I had once seen in the World Almanac. Albert...Something. Eenstone? No. Einstein.
Marco fell backwards onto his bed and grabbed for where I knew the human heart to be.
"NO! I meant...Something...Like, pretty?"
He seemed unsatisfied by his formulation, but I went for the first kind of 'pretty' I could thing of: Rachel's hair. Marco screamed into his pillow before getting up.
"Fine, usual haircut, hair long so it reaches your shoulders."
When I did as told, he used the stuff from the container to shape my hair in what he seemed to think was a tasteful and acceptable style. I hoped no one would see me like this...
...which failed considerably.
Marco brought me to a large room where music --at least, I think it was music-- was played at a most unhealthy volume and a lot of humans were completely ignoring their customs on clothing and personal space, moving rythmically onto the sound that was audible troughout the entire room. Marco told me not to take anything from strangers before walking into the mass of squirming bodies.
After a while I managed to join into the squirming, it came naturally, almost. It felt...nice. I could move freely, it seemed, while it actually just was that people were constantly evading each other while moving in the same spot theirselves. Odd, but liberating.
After almost an hour of relishing this new feeling, I moved out of the mob, in the need of fresh air and a little rest. I got accidentally thrown to the ground by someone moving towards the same point at the same time. By lack of any proper distance, we collided and I fell while the other got kept standing.
"Ugh!" I groaned as the wind left my lungs rather forcefully.
I felt a pair of hands helping me up.
"I'm sorry, dude, I didn't see you there."
I looked up, trying to apologize for my lack of attention when I realized who it was.
HIM.
The boy who had called me 'kitty'.
His eyes still were purple.
He was smiling at me, although I didn't knew why.
So I smiled back.
"Shy guy, huh?" he smiled.
I shrugged, not knowing what to reply, feeling rather...odd under those two human eyes their attention.
"I'm Michael. Feel free to call me Mike or Mickey or whatever. What's your name?"
"Ax. People call me Ax."
Michael smiled at me.
"Cool name."
I looked around me a bit uncomfortably.
"Something wrong?"
"I actually need to use the toilet." I lied. I didn't knew why I said it, but I did. I suddenly couldn't control this, what Michael was doing to me. I wanted to be near him and as far away as possible at the same time.
I shoved the feeling away, hurrying to the men's room. I needed to morph.
Exploding like a supernova.
I'm gonna crash into your world...
...And that's no lie.
Why, I was sure I didn't knew, but I found myself turning to Marco in order to clear my thoughts a little. He grinned when I finished explaining I needed a distraction.
"You've gotten bored of the bird-boy?"
"I didn't say--"
"Ah, 's okay, I won't tell. I know JUST the place for us to go. Galaxy!"
I felt a frown come up.
"The Galaxy? But, Marco, how--"
"No, not THE Galaxy. Galaxy, the dance club! You know, the place that has 'Give space a chance' painted on the wall?"
"No."
Marco rolled his eyes and threw me some clothes.
"Put those on."
"Why?"
"'Cause you'll look boring in what you're wearing now."
I decided not to as questions and just wear the most uncomfortable black t-shirt that clung to my chest like a suffocatingly tight extra skin and a pair of trousers that dropped down as soon as I released them.
"These don't fit." I announced.
Marco looked up from changing his clothes as well.
"Ah, you're overreacting, Ax."
He whipped out a beld and secured the trousers just underneath my boxershorts' hem. None of my protests worked. If I'd come to a meeting like this, I knew several people who'd stare and call me a...what? Freak. Yeah. Freak was the word.
Marco smiled at my attire.
"Great."
Not a shared opinion. Clothes, okay. This... Not okay. Marco dissappeared into another room and came back with a small container that kept a half-solid substance, blue in color.
"Hair gel." he said, his smile failing a bit as he watched my hair,
"Don't you ever --I dunno-- change it, Ax?"
"No. Why should I?"
"It's starting to look prehistorical."
"Oh. How?"
"It's out of fashion. You are in need of a new style. Restyling, ever heard of it?"
"Yes."
I morphed until my hair had changed into that of a man I had once seen in the World Almanac. Albert...Something. Eenstone? No. Einstein.
Marco fell backwards onto his bed and grabbed for where I knew the human heart to be.
"NO! I meant...Something...Like, pretty?"
He seemed unsatisfied by his formulation, but I went for the first kind of 'pretty' I could thing of: Rachel's hair. Marco screamed into his pillow before getting up.
"Fine, usual haircut, hair long so it reaches your shoulders."
When I did as told, he used the stuff from the container to shape my hair in what he seemed to think was a tasteful and acceptable style. I hoped no one would see me like this...
...which failed considerably.
Marco brought me to a large room where music --at least, I think it was music-- was played at a most unhealthy volume and a lot of humans were completely ignoring their customs on clothing and personal space, moving rythmically onto the sound that was audible troughout the entire room. Marco told me not to take anything from strangers before walking into the mass of squirming bodies.
After a while I managed to join into the squirming, it came naturally, almost. It felt...nice. I could move freely, it seemed, while it actually just was that people were constantly evading each other while moving in the same spot theirselves. Odd, but liberating.
After almost an hour of relishing this new feeling, I moved out of the mob, in the need of fresh air and a little rest. I got accidentally thrown to the ground by someone moving towards the same point at the same time. By lack of any proper distance, we collided and I fell while the other got kept standing.
"Ugh!" I groaned as the wind left my lungs rather forcefully.
I felt a pair of hands helping me up.
"I'm sorry, dude, I didn't see you there."
I looked up, trying to apologize for my lack of attention when I realized who it was.
HIM.
The boy who had called me 'kitty'.
His eyes still were purple.
He was smiling at me, although I didn't knew why.
So I smiled back.
"Shy guy, huh?" he smiled.
I shrugged, not knowing what to reply, feeling rather...odd under those two human eyes their attention.
"I'm Michael. Feel free to call me Mike or Mickey or whatever. What's your name?"
"Ax. People call me Ax."
Michael smiled at me.
"Cool name."
I looked around me a bit uncomfortably.
"Something wrong?"
"I actually need to use the toilet." I lied. I didn't knew why I said it, but I did. I suddenly couldn't control this, what Michael was doing to me. I wanted to be near him and as far away as possible at the same time.
I shoved the feeling away, hurrying to the men's room. I needed to morph.