A/N: Hey readers. I'm sorry about not updating in so long. School is exhausting… anyways here's chapter two! Reviews are appreciated.
I dressed Kirby's wounds with pre-wrap (the micro fiber stuff you wrap things up with) and athletic tape. He looked like he went through World War III, except there were no horrible deep wounds, just some small gashes. I started to wonder if he was in a coma; he was sleeping so long. Amazing how cartoon characters can survive getting struck by lightning, hit with swords, get ran over by cars… etc.
While our visitor was slumbering and Mac was occupied by Youtube, I went to check on Charley. Now he wasn't the greatest dog, but he wasn't the worst. I do love him, even if he constantly drives me crazy. I looked under the porch and found a traumatized doggy.
"Charley, come on boy… come on. It's okay," I said in my sweet-talking voice. He was being a good dog. I comforted him for several minutes before feeding and watering him. When Charley was finished whimpering he went to his dog house in peace.
I arrived back at my room to see Mac chuckling quietly.
"What's up, Mac?"
"The ceiling," Mac responded, still engrossed with the computer.
"You're watching Kirby?" I never took Mac as the type to watch cartoons.
"Hey, it's actually not bad. If you get over the clichéd lines, the fat penguin, and his kiss-up of an assistant, it's kinda cute." She turned back around to the computer.
"I know; I'm just not the kind of person who watches anime." I think she was watching the first episode. I always thought it was a cute TV show, just a bit weird. Not the weird that you want to avoid, just the weird that makes it awesome. Anyway I don't have time to watch cartoons in the school year and I like watching the Discovery channel better.
Now it was nine 'o clock. I was starting to become bored until I heard a high-pitched yawn. I nudged Mac and pointed to Kirby. She nodded and got up. Kirby's eyes were squeezed tight, like he didn't want to wake up. He tossed and turned a couple of times, until his eyes opened. His eyes were two black ovals with sapphire coloring and white pupils that held the curiosity of a newborn child's.
"Poyo!" This word told me he was the Kirby off the cartoon.
"Hi, Kirby. Welcome to Earth," I said to him in a motherly tone that shocked me. I was never the maternal type; I didn't have enough patience for it.
"Kaabi, Kaabi. Orth!" He got to his feet and started jumping up and down with his arms raised. It was adorable. I picked him up and he smiled. It was very unnerving to act like this. It made me feel warm and fuzzy; which only irked me more. Despite of myself I smiled back.
"Dang, girl. You can't even baby sit the neighbor kids. What brought this on? I think you're becoming Tiff." Mac told me. My cheeks started to burn. It's very hard to make me blush, and Mac knows it.
"Oh my gosh you are a tomato! I knew I could make you blush someday." Mac had a triumphant smile on her face that made me want throw something at her. She must have noticed I was a bit on the irritated side, because she backed off.
"I'm sorry 'bout the Tiff jibe. It's actually really sweet how you act like Kirby is your new little brother; I wish I had a video camera." I rolled my eyes.
"Mac, if anybody finds out about him, they'll ship him off to Area 51 to get dissected." I had a point. If I didn't know what Kirby was, I would've called 911 already. Mac's somber look told me she understood.
I felt a rumble under my hands and looked at Kirby's sad look. I think he's hungry. Great.
"Um, Vi? I think he's hungry. Should I take him to the kitchen?" Mac asked.
"If you take him to the kitchen I will stab you in your sleep,"
"WHAT? Why?"
"He'll eat my whole refrigerator! We absolutely cannot let him in the kitchen. Just go get him something." Mac rolled her eyes and left for the kitchen.
Kirby tapped my shoulder and claimed my attention. He pointed towards a cell phone-sized star—that I never noticed until now, sheesh I'm losing it— and gave me a questioning look. I meandered my way towards the object and scooped it up. Now I recognized it; it was a warpstar.
"Okay, so this is your warpstar; check." I slid the round-sided star into my back pocket—the safest place for any object.
Mac came back in with a plate of pancakes. I gave her a look that said 'Why pancakes?' We were on the level of friendship where we can adequately communicate without talking.
"Because wouldn't you want to wake up to breakfast after your spaceship crashed?" Of course she answered me. Our 'telepathy' is the coolest (and creepiest) skill we share—besides rolling round objects down our legs and kicking them back up to catch them.
Kirby was staring longingly at the meal. He opened his mouth and before I knew it, my hair was sticking up, random items were scattered everywhere, and my favorite books of vampires, werewolves, and psychics were on the floor. Mac had a look on her face that resembled a little kid getting caught with her hand in a cookie jar.
"I guess I should've seen that coming," Mac admitted sheepishly.
"Well, just don't be look forward to a career as a fortune teller." Blondie just snorted.
We started to tidy my freakishly non-dirty room and stuffed extra thingymajiggers in my not-so-pleasant closet. Kirby was attempting to catch the switch on my ceiling fan without any luck. I placed him on my head and allowed him to entertain himself with the lights. Light, dark, light, dark, light, dark…flash!
"Mackenzie! Why the heck did you take a picture?!"
Mac shrugged "It was freaking cute! Wouldn't you like to have precious memories of an alien?" I had no idea why she was giving me rhetorical questions lately. Maybe I was wrong and she hadn't regained her sanity quite yet.
"One: nobody can have proof Kirby exists. Two: I thought you hated rhetorical questions." I answered her. She rolled her eyes and grumbled something along the lines of 'paranoid Tiff'.
I tuned her out so we couldn't piss each other off anymore. We loved each other like sisters; therefore we must irritate each other to death. I remember the first day of preschool:
I was small and frail and Mac was all big and bad. Well, I was most likely on crack that fateful day. I came up to her, pushed her down, and took her awesome Hello Kitty barrette. I do not remember the reason for my actions that day, but it actually sounds pretty hilarious. The teacher took us into the scare-the-crap-out-of-you basement to apologize to each other. Instead of apologizing, we started to crack some awesome jokes and were together ever since. Moral: Polar opposites can be friends and little kids are hilarious.
The doorbell rang and pulled me out of my reverie. It looks like the 'stalker' is here. Ugh.
Carter Wells is the kid who has a thing for me or Mac. We can't tell which one, but neither of us wants anything to do with him. Kirby started to run out of my room towards the sound.
"Kirby!" I called after him, attempting to stop him before his cover is blown. Mac passed me and slid down the rail of the stairs. She tackled the pink blur and ended up dragging him into the coat closet. I smoothed my hair and answered the door. Right on cue, Carter was in the doorway.
"Hey Vivian, I heard your parents were out so…" He started to scratch the back of his head uncomfortably. I threw him a look that said 'you're not welcome here. Go home'. He clearly wasn't a telepath, because he persevered.
"May I come in?" He asked. I gave up with a huff and let him in. If he wasn't a stalker, I could like him. His hair was in between mahogany and jet black, he had an angular face that was nearly perfect, he had nearly black eyes, and he was taller than my five-foot six-inch height.
The closet started to thud loudly. Carter, being the one who pries everything, stalked over to the closet. He was an unlucky soul today; Kirby launched himself out of the closet and tackled Carter's. Just after the two males in the house locked gazes, an umbrella struck Carter's head. His head made contact with the floor. I think I just witnessed another terrifying thing Mackenzie can do with solid material.
"Ummm… I didn't see that." I stammered
"Nope, and I didn't do that," Mac stated with a haughty lift to her chin and pointed to Carter. I can tell she was laughing on the inside.
"Agreed," We both said in unison.
I'm trying to make this as realistic as possible. I'm sorry if I'm killing anybody with boredom. I promise more action in future chapters, I am planning out actions scenes in my head right at this very moment. Read and review; I need writing tips