I make a mean sandwich(just thought i'd share)

Bath time!

I'm in the kitchen, I just finished making a delicious looking sandwich and I'm about to enjoy eating it, that is until I hear a blood chilling roar coming from the garage.

The sandwich plummets to the floor and dies.

A moment of silence for said sandwich.

Krone almost throws the garage door off it's hedges, I stagger back alittle and crouch down, glad that I'm behind the kitchen island because at least that's some sort of protection.

Krone is growling and roaring and hissing and looking down right pissed of, and this is the only time I wish Josh was here and not at his friend's house. Damn you, Josh, damn you!

He notices me and I twitch, he growls and makes his way to the living room. By this time I notice what's wrong, Krone's bleeding from his shoulder, it looks like he had an accident while fixing his ship. I get up a little, a bit concerned, I didn't like it when people got injured.

Especially animals. And since the Yautja are the equivalent of carnivorous bloodthirsty animals, you can tell how much I'm hurting for him.

I walk a bit up to him

"krone…?---"

He snarls at me.

Sweetholyjesuschrist why did he have to be so scary! I notice my eyes are closed shut so I carefully open on eyelid…and see him knock over a lamp. He growls. If only I knew what the hell he was looking for--oh! Something for his wound! I see! Duh…

In the meantime he isn't calming down, he's knocking over all sorts of furniture and roaring, shit, what if the neighbors hear him?! I'm frozen stiff, afraid that if I move he might snap me in two…

"Umm…"

He growls at me.

"b-but--"

mega growl.

This isn't working. If the guy would just calm down and not tear my house apart I might be able to help him!

Crash!

I froze. Oh…My…Freaking…God…

He just smashed Mom's 1,000 dollar crystal vase.

Oh, hell no!

Maybe I finally lost it, maybe I had a death wish, maybe I was always suicidal in the inside and now finally it was finally showing. Whatever it was, I hope it never happens again.

I walk up him, push him away from the shattered remains of the vase, glare at him and shout,

"Listen buddy, if you could just shut the hell up and let me fucking help you, maybe I can do something about that wound of yours instead of you destroying my house like a giant six and a half foot retard!"

I didn't give him time to growl. Or worse.

"Shut up!" I dragged him away, "Now come with me before you end up killing the dog!"

Whatever kept him from killing me, I thank it one million and one thousand times.

I think his people worship a chick named Paya. Thank Paya.

But, wait, I'm religious, so…Thank God!

I turned on the bathroom light, first I had to clean the wound, sinks to small, it's gonna have to be the shower…

I walked him over to the shower, "Get in."

He growled.

I gave him a angry look.

Again, he could've snapped my neck, glad he didn't. He sat down once inside.

I turned on the water.

He shrieked.

I turned on the hot water.

I got a towel and gently rubbed it over his wound, he hissed. "Shush…"

Growling.

"Want it to get better?"

To this he complies. I rub his neon green blood away, careful to see if he might have something stuck on his shoulder, what did he cut himself with anyway? I wanted to ask but decided it was better not to.

It looked alright. Then I notice he's got filth all over him, Jesus, don't these guys have any sense of personal hygiene? I start to scrub his chest, he grunts but I ignore him, I mean really, he had more dirt on him than a 6-year-old!

He has really broad shoulders, he has to I guess, doesn't he wrestle with Xenomorphs on a daily basis? He has pretty decent pecks to, Josh claims to have them, but this guy doesn't have to say a word to prove it. I continue cleaning him, Gawd, maybe I should use soap? It's like he's never had a bath in his life! I scrub. He's very muscular, now that I'm up close, I've drawn a few Yautja before, but my memory is a bit foggy and most of it comes outa my head. The ones I've drawn never did seem to look right, their muscles were rigid and pointy, I usually ended up scraping the pictures. But Krone's muscles look smooth but strong, perfectly toned to his body, even when he breathes he looks powerful.

I'm down to his abs, which were, for lack of any better way to put it, godlike. I mean, Jesus, they were perfect, my artistic brain kicked in, the part that marveled at beauty, I couldn't help put touch them. They tensed. I only faltered for a second, for tight abs were better drawing material, damn, where'd I put my pad? I gently felt them with the tips of my fingers, taking every aspect in, the texture, how they felt, their look. My mind started wandering on what I could draw after this, something that could mirror what I was seeing now, my fingers trailed further down his abdomen, until I heard a soft purring.

Wait. We don't have any cats.

"SOPHIE! I'm home, where's the salt?!"

I rolled my eyes. Josh is home, yay… "I'm coming I'm coming!" I got up.

I barely started walking when my shoulder was nearly yanked off, I looked down, Krone held my wrist in a death grip. "Wait right here," I said, "I'm going to go get something for that cut…"

I walked off.

"SOOPHIEEE!"

"I'm here!"

I took the salt from way behind the cabinet and tossed it to Josh, I also got a small bottle of glowing liquid.

"What's that for?"

"Krone hurt himself," I said, "this'll help…"

"You're healing him?"

I shrugged, "Well I couldn't just let him trash the place!" I motioned to the destruction in the living room.

Josh's eyes widened. I nodded, "Yeah…"

When I came back to the bathroom, Krone was about to drink the shampoo.

"Don't!" I took the bottle from him in the nick of time.

I sighed in relief and took the lid of my mini bottle. Krone titled his head, "This'll close the wound," I said, "they use this in your planet, don't they? I mean, the Elder gave it to my Mom when I scrapped my knee, I was six back then."

I dipped my fingers in and took some of the cream, he backed away when I hovered it over his shoulder, "C'mon, it'll help…"

In preschool I spent hours finger painting, the great amount of practice I had that year has stayed with me till now, so with one quick and graceful stroke the cream was on the wound and all sealed up.

I smiled. "There ya go!" I looked up at him "Do I get any thanks?"

He looked away and grunted, I knew that was probably the closest thank-you I'd ever get. I nodded, "Good enough."

I walked off, feeling completely satisfied with myself.

The mess got cleaned up, I did most of the work while Josh complained about having to house a temper tantrum alien. I pointed out that he was a Predator and Josh only looked annoyed.

I don't know what we're gonna tell mom about the vase.

School was the same, I fell down while Josh was walking by with his friends and he called me a 'flat faced four eyes' nothing new. I did get him back by tripping and calling him a 'flat faced virgin' his red faced indicated that what I said was true. I'm sure he's wrapping his mind around how he can fix his 'problem' my brother getting laid is not an image I wanted to have…ew.

More problems with the kitchen sink, this time Josh needs a wrench.

"And while you're at it," he said already under the sink, "you can see if your precious alien has a bobo you need to kiss to make better…" the wrench will fall on his privates…

"Kiss, Josh? I'm surprised you know what that is, Mr. Virgin…"

"No more so than you are, Ms. Social Phobias…"

Wrench. Privates. Soon.

I opened the garage door casually, feeling a lot braver than before. Krone glanced at me and I nodded, we both acknowledged each other. It was a tad on the strange side…

I pushed a stray brand of hair behind my ear and proceeded to the wrench case. But before I could even reach my destination Krone wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled it up.

Hoy shit he's gonna get back at me for what I did the other day!

No. he pointed at my palm, it had blood on it, I didn't even notice up till now, "It must've been from when I fell…" I actually think Josh might've pushed me…jerk.

Krone reached for one of the drawers and took out a small valve with the same glowing cream, wait, he had one all this time and he still had a temper tantrum?! What the hell?!

He ignored my freaking out and did the same thing I did to him the other day.

"Huh…" I muttered, "guess this means we're even…"

He nods.

"Sophie!"

I turn, "Shut up!"

I get the wrench and leave.

Things were a lot calmer after that. Well, they were calm after I dropped the wrench on Josh's privates. Plan. Perfectly. Executed.

(I can't make my borders show!!! WTH?!)

Those Yautja sure are drama queens, huh? teehee!

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