Let your body move into the doorway,
To the disco inside your head.
Violet.
Wear a color that you want to cling to;
The color inside your head.
Violet.
Cassie's father was furious.
Michael was disappointed.
Cassie took the blame and got send to her room without any supper.
The next day, the animorphs met near Tobias' tree and I got forced to explain.
"So you just didn't tell?! He could have been anything! Anyone!" Prince Jake shouted when I had finished speaking,
"And you never spoke one word about it with any of us!"
Tobias caught their attention by flapping his wings a few time.
Eh...Jake? Not exactly...true.
"YOU KNEW?!"
The bird seemed unfazed.
Ax has been dweeping over the guy for over four weeks now. Every night he gets home in one piece, head in the clouds, but okay apart from that.
"FOUR WEEKS?! He's been going to that freak for FOUR WEEKS?"
Known him for five. Going to him...three.
"Why didn't you tell?" Cassie asked softly,
"I thought we were friends."
She knew how much it hurt me to hear her like this, she KNEW.
Because I knew Prince Jake'd act like this. I replied.
It was silent, and I looked down at my hooves.
"So...Does this means you're gay?" Rachel broke the silence.
I looked up at her, the word unknown to me.
Gay?
"Homosexual. Do you like people of your own gender?"
I shrugged.
I think so.
"Why that guy?" Marco asked,
"Why --from the choice of three billion fine men-- that guy?!"
I had feared that question.
I...don't know. Perhaps because... he's weaker and stronger then I am.
Yes, that made little sense, but it was true.
He was vulnerable, a rebel that no Yeerk would think of inhabiting if you thought about it, easy to hurt... But he didn't evade his problems and went on, which made him stronger. And physically, he was quite...impressive. How I know? I saw him bathe one day.
"That...is crap, Ax." Marco announced.
I looked at Tobias, who was idly picking at his feathers.
Cassie. What's his story? he asked finally.
Cassie looked up in surprise.
"Michael? I never told?"
"Nope." Rachel said, putting herself down on the grass.
"His parents...well, they were very ill for a long time, and never stopped being it. But they got Michael. Somehow, his DNA got altered by this, and he ended up with green hair and purple eyes. Could have been worse, I guess, like two noses or something, but anyway, Michael was their pride and joy. They were friends with my parents and I played with Mike when he stayed here while his parents were at the hospital. A few years back, his mother and father died, and he was left to stand on his own legs. Luckily, Mike has a talent with hair. He can do the most amazing things with it, which earned him a job somewhere in town. That's pretty much it."
"What's he like?" Jake asked finally.
Cassie shrugged.
"He looks weird, but he's nice."
I rubbed my neck absently minded.
"But you can't blame him for wanting to keep such a cute kitten as yourself, Ax." she said soothingly.
"You were willing to--to--to put those things in me!"
"The shots? Just something so a cat wouldn't get any diseases."
I turned away, trying to look as unforgiving as I could muster.
I was still mad when Marco dragged me off to yet another one of his dance clubs. I didn't feel like doing anything at the moment, let alone this.
Luckily, this club had a small, soundproof room, where some people could rest for a while, where softer, more relaxing music played and the flashing, harsher lights had been replaced by gentle glows of lava lamps.
Seeing the possibilities, someone had moved the bar to here, too. Not a bad idea, in my opinion. You didn't need to shout and you didn't risk spilling your insanely ridiculously priced drink here due to some incautious human.
I sat down on the carpeted floor, leaning against the wall, which I suspected to have central heating running trough it, as had the floor: both were unnaturally warm, the laws of physics simply making it impossible for them to give off this heat even with this much human bodies giving off warmth inside the building.
There was an argument going on at the bar. Apparently, the bar keeper seemed to think one of his costumers had had enough of something and his costumer hadn't completely agreed on the matter.
I would have watched from a distance if the costumer hadn't had a most familiar mop of long, wavy green hair --kept in a ponytail-- and a pair of fierce purple eyes that I'd recognize in any galaxy.
Marco seemed to have developed the most curious habit of dragging me to clubs where Michael was.
I got up from my place on the floor with a scowl and walked over to Michael.
"I'll get him home." I said to the barkeeper as I took Michael's hand.
Angry with him as I might have been, I still didn't want him to walk around under the influence of whatever chemical --I was guessing on alcohol-- that had gotten into his body.
"Don't wanna. Don't know you." he growled at me, although he showed little resistance as I slowly started moving him towards the exit.
"Come on, Michael...You have got to go home."
"No!" he protested, reminding me of a spoilt human child I had once seen in the mall, when his mother had refused to buy him any candy.
"Yes." I said as sternly as I could muster, calling on every bit of anger I could find inside myself as I dragged him out into the cold air.
To my utter surprise, he slammed me into the wall and leaned closer to me.
"Pretty..." he rasped. The foul scent of whatever he had been drinking --probably something that was illegal for humans of his age-- made me look away.
"No, Michael...You need to go home, right? Home? To your bed? It's late."
It took me fifteen minutes to get him home, my morph up and going for almost an hour by now. I fumbled the key from his pocket and managed to unlock the door. Getting him upstairs took longer then just thirty seconds, his balance off, a situation he found most amusing. I found it rather troublesome, really.
"Please, Michael...Stop it." I pleaded for what seemed to be the grudimillionth time that quarter hour, dragging him three steps higher.
Five more.
I pushed, putting all my human strength in it and we both ended up smacked into the wall opposite to the staircase.
I peeled both of us off, although Michael hardly seemed harmed or even mildly angry with my rather rough manhandling with him. He just continued laughing like a fool as I dragged him to the bedroom.
He calmed down considerably when I had managed to pry off his sneakers, trousers and shirt. I just opened the covers of his bed when he took me by surprise by wrapping his hands around my waist, gently guiding me away, spinning me around and slowly kissing me.
Soft.
The first thing that came up in my mind was that his lips were SO soft. So pleasant. So gentle. So--This was where my sanity decided to start working and take control.
I couldn't be doing this. The realization helped to remind myself that he was under the influence of alcohol and had little control over his own actions.
He protested when I pulled away.
"No. You're--"
Think, Aximili, think!
"--Drunk." I said as sternly as I could with a heart rate twice as fast as normal.
"So?" he asked, and leaned forward again. I pushed him away, but he was still holding my waist.
He laughed when we fell onto the bed, entangled in each other.
"You're right. I'm sooo drunk." he giggled.
His hands started working my shirt up.
I pushed them away, if with a small part of my mind protesting.
I managed to silence it effectively by convincing myself of it that it would be taking advantage of the situation, whatever Michael had been planning on doing.
He moaned piteously when I got up and started covering him with the bed sheets.
"Stay..." he pleaded, eyes half-open, sleep already starting to come.
Would be taking advantage, would be taking advantage...
"No." I said, slowly starting to forgive him as I saw him drift off towards sleep.
He hadn't known what I was, just hadn't want to lose his pet, I now realized.
He really had cared.
"Why did you got drunk?" I whispered before I could stop myself.
"Feeling so sad... I'm stupid... Keep doing stupid things..." he murmured.
I stopped myself just in time from saying that I knew.
"Everyone does stupid things once in a while."
Like I was doing at the moment.
I got up and walked to the door.
"Did see you before...Where?" I heard.
I turned around in surprise.
Did he remember me?
Happiness flooded my body, making me feel warm and gooey inside.
I kept my voice as even as possible.
"You made me fall a month ago."
He frowned, eyes closed.
I fought myself trying not to laugh at his comical expression.
"Ax, right?"
"Uhuh."
I tried to leave once again, having only thirty minutes left, but Michael spoke up again.
"If you catch me a little more...sober, remind me to thank you."
"I will." I promised, before leaving for real this time.
To the disco inside your head.
Violet.
Wear a color that you want to cling to;
The color inside your head.
Violet.
Cassie's father was furious.
Michael was disappointed.
Cassie took the blame and got send to her room without any supper.
The next day, the animorphs met near Tobias' tree and I got forced to explain.
"So you just didn't tell?! He could have been anything! Anyone!" Prince Jake shouted when I had finished speaking,
"And you never spoke one word about it with any of us!"
Tobias caught their attention by flapping his wings a few time.
Eh...Jake? Not exactly...true.
"YOU KNEW?!"
The bird seemed unfazed.
Ax has been dweeping over the guy for over four weeks now. Every night he gets home in one piece, head in the clouds, but okay apart from that.
"FOUR WEEKS?! He's been going to that freak for FOUR WEEKS?"
Known him for five. Going to him...three.
"Why didn't you tell?" Cassie asked softly,
"I thought we were friends."
She knew how much it hurt me to hear her like this, she KNEW.
Because I knew Prince Jake'd act like this. I replied.
It was silent, and I looked down at my hooves.
"So...Does this means you're gay?" Rachel broke the silence.
I looked up at her, the word unknown to me.
Gay?
"Homosexual. Do you like people of your own gender?"
I shrugged.
I think so.
"Why that guy?" Marco asked,
"Why --from the choice of three billion fine men-- that guy?!"
I had feared that question.
I...don't know. Perhaps because... he's weaker and stronger then I am.
Yes, that made little sense, but it was true.
He was vulnerable, a rebel that no Yeerk would think of inhabiting if you thought about it, easy to hurt... But he didn't evade his problems and went on, which made him stronger. And physically, he was quite...impressive. How I know? I saw him bathe one day.
"That...is crap, Ax." Marco announced.
I looked at Tobias, who was idly picking at his feathers.
Cassie. What's his story? he asked finally.
Cassie looked up in surprise.
"Michael? I never told?"
"Nope." Rachel said, putting herself down on the grass.
"His parents...well, they were very ill for a long time, and never stopped being it. But they got Michael. Somehow, his DNA got altered by this, and he ended up with green hair and purple eyes. Could have been worse, I guess, like two noses or something, but anyway, Michael was their pride and joy. They were friends with my parents and I played with Mike when he stayed here while his parents were at the hospital. A few years back, his mother and father died, and he was left to stand on his own legs. Luckily, Mike has a talent with hair. He can do the most amazing things with it, which earned him a job somewhere in town. That's pretty much it."
"What's he like?" Jake asked finally.
Cassie shrugged.
"He looks weird, but he's nice."
I rubbed my neck absently minded.
"But you can't blame him for wanting to keep such a cute kitten as yourself, Ax." she said soothingly.
"You were willing to--to--to put those things in me!"
"The shots? Just something so a cat wouldn't get any diseases."
I turned away, trying to look as unforgiving as I could muster.
I was still mad when Marco dragged me off to yet another one of his dance clubs. I didn't feel like doing anything at the moment, let alone this.
Luckily, this club had a small, soundproof room, where some people could rest for a while, where softer, more relaxing music played and the flashing, harsher lights had been replaced by gentle glows of lava lamps.
Seeing the possibilities, someone had moved the bar to here, too. Not a bad idea, in my opinion. You didn't need to shout and you didn't risk spilling your insanely ridiculously priced drink here due to some incautious human.
I sat down on the carpeted floor, leaning against the wall, which I suspected to have central heating running trough it, as had the floor: both were unnaturally warm, the laws of physics simply making it impossible for them to give off this heat even with this much human bodies giving off warmth inside the building.
There was an argument going on at the bar. Apparently, the bar keeper seemed to think one of his costumers had had enough of something and his costumer hadn't completely agreed on the matter.
I would have watched from a distance if the costumer hadn't had a most familiar mop of long, wavy green hair --kept in a ponytail-- and a pair of fierce purple eyes that I'd recognize in any galaxy.
Marco seemed to have developed the most curious habit of dragging me to clubs where Michael was.
I got up from my place on the floor with a scowl and walked over to Michael.
"I'll get him home." I said to the barkeeper as I took Michael's hand.
Angry with him as I might have been, I still didn't want him to walk around under the influence of whatever chemical --I was guessing on alcohol-- that had gotten into his body.
"Don't wanna. Don't know you." he growled at me, although he showed little resistance as I slowly started moving him towards the exit.
"Come on, Michael...You have got to go home."
"No!" he protested, reminding me of a spoilt human child I had once seen in the mall, when his mother had refused to buy him any candy.
"Yes." I said as sternly as I could muster, calling on every bit of anger I could find inside myself as I dragged him out into the cold air.
To my utter surprise, he slammed me into the wall and leaned closer to me.
"Pretty..." he rasped. The foul scent of whatever he had been drinking --probably something that was illegal for humans of his age-- made me look away.
"No, Michael...You need to go home, right? Home? To your bed? It's late."
It took me fifteen minutes to get him home, my morph up and going for almost an hour by now. I fumbled the key from his pocket and managed to unlock the door. Getting him upstairs took longer then just thirty seconds, his balance off, a situation he found most amusing. I found it rather troublesome, really.
"Please, Michael...Stop it." I pleaded for what seemed to be the grudimillionth time that quarter hour, dragging him three steps higher.
Five more.
I pushed, putting all my human strength in it and we both ended up smacked into the wall opposite to the staircase.
I peeled both of us off, although Michael hardly seemed harmed or even mildly angry with my rather rough manhandling with him. He just continued laughing like a fool as I dragged him to the bedroom.
He calmed down considerably when I had managed to pry off his sneakers, trousers and shirt. I just opened the covers of his bed when he took me by surprise by wrapping his hands around my waist, gently guiding me away, spinning me around and slowly kissing me.
Soft.
The first thing that came up in my mind was that his lips were SO soft. So pleasant. So gentle. So--This was where my sanity decided to start working and take control.
I couldn't be doing this. The realization helped to remind myself that he was under the influence of alcohol and had little control over his own actions.
He protested when I pulled away.
"No. You're--"
Think, Aximili, think!
"--Drunk." I said as sternly as I could with a heart rate twice as fast as normal.
"So?" he asked, and leaned forward again. I pushed him away, but he was still holding my waist.
He laughed when we fell onto the bed, entangled in each other.
"You're right. I'm sooo drunk." he giggled.
His hands started working my shirt up.
I pushed them away, if with a small part of my mind protesting.
I managed to silence it effectively by convincing myself of it that it would be taking advantage of the situation, whatever Michael had been planning on doing.
He moaned piteously when I got up and started covering him with the bed sheets.
"Stay..." he pleaded, eyes half-open, sleep already starting to come.
Would be taking advantage, would be taking advantage...
"No." I said, slowly starting to forgive him as I saw him drift off towards sleep.
He hadn't known what I was, just hadn't want to lose his pet, I now realized.
He really had cared.
"Why did you got drunk?" I whispered before I could stop myself.
"Feeling so sad... I'm stupid... Keep doing stupid things..." he murmured.
I stopped myself just in time from saying that I knew.
"Everyone does stupid things once in a while."
Like I was doing at the moment.
I got up and walked to the door.
"Did see you before...Where?" I heard.
I turned around in surprise.
Did he remember me?
Happiness flooded my body, making me feel warm and gooey inside.
I kept my voice as even as possible.
"You made me fall a month ago."
He frowned, eyes closed.
I fought myself trying not to laugh at his comical expression.
"Ax, right?"
"Uhuh."
I tried to leave once again, having only thirty minutes left, but Michael spoke up again.
"If you catch me a little more...sober, remind me to thank you."
"I will." I promised, before leaving for real this time.