As you might've guessed(or if you haven't already)this is indeed…*drum roll* Josh's take on things! =D
I really hadn't intended this at the beginning, but hey, what can you do when you write something particularly to your liking?
This itty-bitty piece of story is what I've come to affectingly call: the in-betweens. Sophie's lack of perception can only go so far, and really, wouldn't it be neat to know what the other character's are really thinking? A bit drabble-ish but some new dialogue is in there!
So, in summery, this is all Josh's point of view. Yes, it is long. No, I totally didn't think it would be.
Have fun!
(When Josh Was Young)
I offer no excuses for being a complete and utter jerk. I know what I am.
"Toughen up, Little Ooman, you're pathetic."
The Yautja that the oh-so-lovable Zales brought with him on the other hand were approximately 100x gravity more worse than I ever will be.
"S'yuit-de. Look at him, he won't even be a worthy hunt at this rate."
That's right, laugh you fucking bastard…(not that I thought that back when I was, what, 10? I was more like saying jerk over and over again in my head.)
"S'yuit-de."
God I hate that word. It means pathetic. Insignificant. That your crap. Pretty much sums everything bad in the world and throws it at you.
They'd usually start laughing at me then. There were three of them, and I'd be trying to glare them to death. Damn Yautja…
It was a sort of alpha male thing they had. Me being a human boy, not brought up like they were, almost a mama's boy in reality it made me easy Pickens.
I'd never say anything, they'd always be pushing me and messing with my hair.
But Sophie…
"MAMA! Mama! Zalesys saids im super strong!"
She spent way to much time with them…
It was like she was oblivious to the fact that they were freakin aliens. 'Course, they never bothered her. Hell, I'm sure Zales even forbade his little guards from doing so.
Sophie was practically ballin her eyes out when they had to go.
When those Yautja vamoosed I was the happiest little camper in the world.
"What are you doing?"
She looked up at me with her innocent eyes, not a care in the world.
"I'm drawina wedding dress, I'm gonna merry a Yautja!"
That was sorta the last straw.
I hit her heard on the head and gave her something to cry about.
(Yautja…)
My life after Zales left for good was finally normal at best. I lived my life like any other teenager, no freaky-ass alien stuff, complete normality.
Sure. My "jerkiness" became more of a habit than anything else, but that was normal too. In fact, I think I actually forgot about everything Yautja related. Aliens were nothing but science fiction.
And then…he came.
I was running home after Sophie gave me her key, a quick check of my email was due, and I was also thinking bout locking her out just for kicks.
I barely had time to head for my room when I saw the destroyer of my life.
"Holy Shit!"
I jolted back, nearly knocking over the lamp.
Six foot something, mesh body armor, long black dreadlocks, and a mask that screamed 'I'm a superior bad ass alien that can kill you if I want to and you better know that'.
Yeah. Definitely Yautja.
I had a thousand and one questions going through my head and I was pretty sure he wasn't gonna answer them. In any case, this was my house damnit, and the first thing you gotta do with Yautja is make sure they know that.
So I straightened myself up. Looked him cold dead in the…eye I guess(he was wearing a mask for Pete's sake!). Sure, he was a Yautja, but I'm the alpha male in this place.
And this is about the time Sophie showed up.
At first things were going okay, she was scared shitless and I was subtly brushing him off; in fact, it looked like he was gonna leave on account of not wanting to bunk with a couple of loud teenagers. Yep, everything was going according to my plan.
And then Sophie had to go all goodie-goodie…
"but…" her tiny voice only spelled trouble, "…they left plenty of food…and….there's room in the garage for your ship, you could also sleep in the basement if you want…"
I stared at her.
She swallowed, "that's…if you want…"
I almost wanted to kill her. Outa the corner of my eye I saw the Yautja nod.
I growled, "Urgh, fine!"
I pushed Ms. goody-to-shoe's.
"Hey…!"
Ignoring her, I put out a few ground rules, "Simple rules! Pee outside, don't eat all the meat, and don't go destroying all our electronics, whether you leave the dog alone or not is your choice!"
When I was lying on my bed, you could say that the main reason that I was such an ass came rushing back to me.
But Sophie out grew that sort of shit right?
I mean…it's a freaking alien.
She's a ditz but she isn't retarded.
(Pre-Event)
Sophie's retarded.
And apparently she likes to put her life in danger, I mean, what the fuck is she doing going into that damn garage?
Shit, I'm going to have to talk some sense into that stupid little brain of her-
"Jeez, Josh," Lance's obnoxious voice cut into my thoughts, "You look like you want to stab someone!"
"Shut up, I'm fine."
The bell's gonna ring any minute.
"Tch," I leaned on the corner and watched the swarm of students coming up and down the stars, "Hey, can I hang in one of you guys's house?"
Jesus, I need to take this edge off…
"Not my house," Iggy put all his weight on the stair rail, looking for someone to spit on, "Ma says I can't let any of you guys over cuz of what happened Saturday…"
"Pft!" Gary's spit flew through the air, "You're Ma's a stiff-"
Iggy punched his shoulder, "Hey! That's my Ma you're talkin about!"
"It was just the couch!"
I rolled my eyes. "Jesus, you guys are stupid…"
Roger snorted, "Like you're so smart."
"Whatever, 0.1 average…"
Aw, look he gave me the finger.
"Cute."
"Well, since we're so below you, Your Majesty," he went on, "then why do you want to crash at one of our houses…"
I scrawled, "My parent's are gone and-"
Holy shit!
They all were staring at me.
Oh…crap.
I swear to god it just slipped.
"You're parents are outa town and you didn't tell us?" Iggy's ugly mug was planted way to close to my face, "Where's the love, brotha?"
I pushed his face away.
"Dude!" Gary looked ecstatic, "Know what this means?"
"Wait a min-"
"Party," Roger's eyes darted toward everyone. Fuck, I know that look.
"Rog-"
"I'ma talk to those girls over there!"
"Wait-!"
Shit.
Not fucking good.
000
Sophie was not happy.
Neither were my arms she kept on slapping.
I have man pride, damnit, and I wasn't keen on getting slapped around by my little sister, but she had a point.
Preddy isn't exactly a nice little kitten that I'd want to show anyone…
So, the next day, I came with all the intension of cancelling-nay-forbidding the party from happening. That is until…
"Hey, Josh…"
…
"A…I…" I cleared my throat, "Hey, Viv…"
The rest is a bit of a blur…
(At The Party)
I should be enjoying this more.
Well, yeah, I'm enjoying this. Like, a lot, but not enough though. Maybe I should have some more drinks…
And the rain will kill us all
We throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr
In me
Finally, some good freaking music.
"!" And Iggy's the first one to loose it.
I took another drink. Shit, this place is gonna look like crap when this is over, not that I care right now. Wonder if I'm forgetting something…?
"Oh, Shit!"
I ran to the garage. Jesus, that Yautja's gonna blow the house down!
But Sophie Locked it right? I mean she-
Fuck.
This thing isn't locked.
"Hello?" shit, shit, shit, "Hey!"
Damnit, damnit, damnit, "Sophie?"
Oh fuck, I'm freaking out, "SOPHIE!"
And no one's here.
Oh man, maybe's he's gonna kill everyone one by one? Ah, God, this isn't good!
"Oh, shit…" okay, Josh, think positive…
Damnit! Didn't Sophie lock-
Wait. Was she with that Yautja?
Nah, c'mon…I mean…she wouldn't even have time to stroll in here and take Preddy anyway…I didn't see her.
But it's crowed. I don't even know most of the people here. No, no, there's no way she could've gotten Preds out of here-cloaking device.
I ran to the Yautja ship, circling around it, searching for any Yautja tech. Nothing. I headed for the cockpit, usually, these things require complicated codes and DNA verification…and sometimes just some mini remote thing that looks like you can use it for a car. But anyway, this thing crashed, so all I need was some handy elbow grease…apply some pressure here…and…
I gabbed the cockpit open.
There's a thing called ship maintenance, Numbskull Yautja, look it up.
I slid inside, damn this place was clustered with crap, I began to rummage through the wires and what apparently was…ew…
Medi kit…combi stick…plasma cannon…
Damn! Where the hell is the cloaking device? That means he is out there and he either isn't with Sophie or he is.
"I am gonna-"
I heard the garage door open with a click, "Josh?"
Wasting absolutely no time, I pulled a Speedy Gonzales, got out of the garage, and slammed the door behind me.
"Hi, Vivian."
Her eyebrow was raised, "What's in there?"
"In there? Nothing," I said, "There isn't anything there. What would be there?"
"…a car?"
"Right!" I laughed unevenly, "um…yeah, there isn't anything there."
"Okay…"
And the hottest girl at school thinks I'm a weirdo…
Sophie's gonna get it when she gets back…
000
"Urgh…fucking finally…!"
I finally managed to kick out the last bit of people. Not surprisingly, Iggy was one of them.
Damn, what time was it?
3...5 in the morning? Whatever, doesn't matter.
I flumped onto the floor, my back to the front door, hell, I think I just might sleep here.
"Fuck!" I jolted up.
Where the hell was Sophie?
"Ah, shit," I ran my fingers through my hair, "now what…? Ugh, God…"
Where the fuck would Sophie be? And more importantly, where the fuck was that damn Yautja?
First things first, I needed to sober up, I headed to the bathroom.
I stopped dead in my tracks when I reached the hallway.
The Yautja was right there, just paces in front of me.
I'm not sure how long I was staring at him, or if I looked stupid doing it.
"W-what…?" I was feeling the normal puking symptoms of drinking to much…
He walked passed me.
"Wait a minute-"
"You're intoxicated," he clicked over his shoulder.
"Whatever!" Jesus, I don't even have a buzz, "Do you know where Sophie-"
"She's in her room," he continued to walk away.
"How do you know-"
I stopped myself, this guys wasn't answering. I ran to Sophie's room.
Yeah, she was there alright. My eye's narrowed. I was liking that this less and less.
(Three Days With No Sophie/Broken Tables/Injury)
I don't know what that damn Yautja said to Sophie, but I'm almost glad he did.
Sure, she's on major PMS, but that's something I can stand. Heck, I can dance like an Irishmen right now, Sophie hasn't stepped foot in the garage for three whole days!
I knew things would work out. Yautja are fuck heads, he messed things up like I thought he would. And Sophie? Girl can hold a grudge. I mean, look at how she acts with me!
Yep so there I was, enjoying my sandwich, feeling pretty darn good about myself.
When that Yautja walked in.
He stalked around the living room awhile, then he came around the dinning table, I continued to eye him whilst eating my delectable sandwich.
"Loose something?" I called out.
He turned his dread lock head, he looked annoyed.
I raised an eyebrow and shrugged. Just eating my sandwich…nothing wrong here…not a care in the world…
"Where is Sophie?"
…And my mood just went to hell.
I lowered the sandwich from my mouth. "What's it to you?" my tone was sharp. Yautja have that effect on me.
He was silent. Tough shit. He already destroyed my Zen, I want my fucking answer.
"Well?"
Nothing.
"Hey-"
"Is she in her room?"
Bastard thinks he can cut me off, my eyes narrowed, "She went out."
"When will she return?"
Why the fuck do you care? I threw my sandwich to the stove. Appetite gone to hell.
"Dunno," I said dryly, "she left hours ago…"
Like hell I'd tell him she's in her room. What business does he have going there anyway? I started cleaning up around the pots and pans, I lifted a metal spoon.
"Where did she go?"
I let the spoon drop. Mother fucking… "Not sure," my voice was sharper than a knife, what the fuck kind of business does this Yautja have in asking these questions, huh? "She's probably out getting herself laid for all I freakin care!"
I turned around and saw him glaring at me.
When I get mad I say a lot of shit, things just come out, I don't plan them, and I don't apologize for em afterwards. Call it stupidity.
Today was my stupid day.
"What?" I spat. Should've stopped talking.
He continued to glare at me. Should've walked off, instead I was like: fuck I don't understand glare speak, damn Yautja…
"Got something to say, say it Yautja," I was beginning to get pissed off.
"Where is Sophie."
"Already told you, Yautja," really should've stopped talking, "She's probably out getting-"
"Don't speak about her that way."
I really don't. I call her names, but I don't go around saying those things. My sister… "getting laid" isn't something nice to me, but like I said, when I'm mad I just mouth off whatever. Not proud of it.
"I can speak about her however I like." I'm not looking good here.
"Take it back" says Mr. hero.
"Make me." and here we go.
He growled.
"What the fuck is it to you who she f-"
He roars and slams the table. I jolt backwards. On instinct I run the fuck out of the house.
It wasn't the first thing to go wrong.
000
When I got back things just got worse.
At first I thought my only problem would be Sophie yelling at me for the broken table. I decided to fix it before she came out of her room.
A while after, guess what pair made they're way out of the garage, laughing like it was Free Puppy For The World Day.
"Oh, so, what? Did the happy couple come back from their date already?"
Yes. I got pissed. Yes. I started my mouthing off shit. Yes. I understand I looked like a jerk. No. I was not Mr. Evil. It was true. It was all true. Ever since that Yautja came along, I'm the one who's gotten all the shit. I'm the bad guy and he's the hero.
He's killed over 100 living things in his "hunts", while I at least try to keep a decent grade average so my parents don't kill me. Yeah, I'm a jerk. But he's not Jesus.
Yes. I almost hit Sophie.
And I'm sorry for it.
I was shocked at myself actually, the minute I realized I lifted my hand. It was one of those moments where you can't believe all the stupid shit you just did.
I was just so freaking angry.
But not at Sophie. At HIM. I hate him. I hate myself for looking like the bad guy. I hate him for acting like the good guy!
I wouldn't have hit her. I'd have stopped myself. I'd have let it go.
Instead I got myself a injured wrist and a hurt ego.
I was coming back from the backyard expecting to see Sophie flipping out, guess what I found? She was hugging him. The guy who just threw me to a wall.
Yeah, yeah. 'Josh get's his comeuppance, oh goody!' whatever. I had enough with running into that damn Yautja when I was getting that stupid first aid kit.
From then on my mood has been more than shitty.
(On the Phone With Iggy)
Acid_Rain has just logged in.
Hooray for MSN messenger for pointing out the obvious…
OnCRak: yo!
Jesus, Iggy changes his screen name every minute…last time he was "MotherLuver".
Acid_Rain: you spelled crack wrong retard…
OnCRak: w/e
OnCRak: got som awesome news…!
Acid_Rain: shoot.
I waited…
And waited…
Wait…
Damnit Iggy!
"You could at least log off you idiot…"
I flumped back-first on my bed, bored out of my mind.
The phone rang.
And rang…
Rang…
Damnit, Sophie better be fucking doing her homework. I picked up the phone.
"Hello-?"
"JOSH!"
"Iggy…"
"Yeah, sorry bout leavin ya hangin buddy, Ma pushed me off the comp…"
"Yeah, yeah…" I rolled my eyes, idiot was probably watching porno again… "you gonna tell me or what?"
"Right! Guess what!"
"The sky is falling, spit it out already!"
"Ah, you're mad now, but won't be in two seconds…! Two words man!"
"Humor me."
"Concert!"
"One: retard. Two: explain, retard."
"Metallica!"
I sat up, "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean…"
"Dammit, Iggy, don't play with me…"
"I wouldn't do that to ya brotha man! This is legit shit!"
"It's three hours away, tops!"
"My bro'll drive us there, man!"
He got out of jail? "He got out of jail?"
"…the one in college, dickhead."
"Fuck, like I remember that short of shit, you ass," that one's an alcoholic anyway, the band he's in is just an excuse for him to "consume", "and FYI, a person with an IQ below that of a fetus can't call other people dickhead, retard…"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry…"
"Damn straight you're sorry," I have enough with that damn Yautja, "what else?"
"We'll pick'ya up at eight!"
This would've been awesome…if it weren't for Sophie…
"I can't."
"…WHY?"
"I'm held up in the house…"
"It's not like you broke you're leg!"
"It's…complicated."
"What's so complicated? You'll be getting extreme R&R! Didn't you say your were bored shitless?"
I did say that…
"I tell you it'll be awesome!"
And any other day I'd just say yes…
"Think about it, dude! I already planned it out and everything! My bro'll even drive us there, it took forever to convince him!"
But damnit, I'd be leaving Sophie all alone with that goddamn Yautja!
"The concert starts around one, but we'll have the entire day to ourselves!"
"I don't know-"
"YOU'RE LEAVING FOR AWHOLE DAY?"
"SOPHIE?" What the fuck was she doing on the phone? "DAMNIT! GET OFF THE LINE!"
She did was she was told. Great, first fucking time in almost a month.
"Fuck!" I messaged my eyebrows, and contrary to popular belief, it doesn't work worth shit!
"Who was that?"
"My little sister…" damnit, now he knows…
"Really…she hot?"
"Fuck off, Iggy, she's off limits," now if only that six foot freak can get that though his head.
"Yikes! Jeez, your in a bad mood…"
I sighed.
"So, you coming or not?"
Sophie knew now, she'd probably think I'd say yes no doubt, and I have to keep in character, right? Damn hypocrisy…
"Yo, Josh-"
"Yeah, I'm going!" I spat.
"Awesome! "
I hung up.
Shit things better be fucking okay when I get back.
(What. The. Hell.)
I sorta wished I'd stop being fucking right all the time…
Sophie acted like I thought she would. Inquisitive(damn snoop)trying to hide it by acting innocent(it works better if you don't constantly stare at the person in question)so yeah, I put her ScoobyDoo brain at ease.
I left her with her precious Yautja.
Hell, god fucking knows I didn't like it. She didn't even try to hide the fact that she was happy, there was no "don't do anything stupid, Josh" from her, just a 'can't wait to tell my darling(goddamn)six foot friend!' face.
The ride was long, I spent most of it being pissed off. The damn car wouldn't stop shaking, can't believe Iggy could actually sleep…
At least the concert was a welcome distraction from all the shit I went through. In fact, coming out of it I felt pretty damn good. I thought, 'hey maybe things won't be so bad!' I completely forgot about Sophie and her alien murder friend.
Big mistake.
When I got back home it was late. I was tired. I thought I'd check up on Sophie. You know, actually do my job? Hell, I thought, maybe she's asleep and her sheets are all over the place like usual, her arms and legs sprawled all over the place(she's such a messy sleeper…last time I check anyway…)
Obviously, I wasn't the only one with that idea.
The minute I opened her door, I saw…him.
That fucking Yautja was in my little sister's room! He had his claw on her head, freaking rubbing it, and he was purring.
What. The. Hell.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
He turned his head. Hell, he looked surprised that I was in my sister's room!
"Answer the question," I seethed.
"…She fell asleep," his tone was so calm that it was liked he was annoyed with me, "I carried her here."
"Well, you're done now, get out!"
Damn Yautja looked bored, "You'll wake her if you keep this up…"
"I. Don't. Fucking. Care." I grit my teeth, "that's what you should've done in the first place!"
He brushed me off like some twerp and walked passed me. Damnit, I was holding on to the knob so hard that my knuckles were white.
What's that?
Something caught my eye. I walked closer to her bed.
A rose.
A fuckin rose.
How sweet.
"Wake up, dorkface!"
Her body jolted a bit, then she pulled herself up, she looked like a lifeless puppet being pulled my strings. Hell, she looked drunk blinking that way, "Oh, Josh…when did you get back?"
"Awhile ago," I said flatly, eyes narrowed. "You look like you were up all night…" doing what with whom exactly?
She shrugged. She just freaking shrugged.
I scrawled and turned to leave, that was it! "I'm going to school tomorrow!"
Don't know what exactly that was gonna do, but I felt better saying it…
(The Warning)
I was leaning on the garage door, I watched "him" go on and on doing whatever dip shit repairs he looked like he was doing…but I'm not here to watch him like Sophie probably does, I'm here to set the record straight. And if he won't understand one way, I'll speak to him in the language he knows.
"Hey, Preddy."
He turned. He had the same surprised look from last night…shit, it almost pissed me off.
He continued to not say anything, I got annoyed, "What?"
"You speak Yautja."
Fuck, was that it? Yeah I speak Yautja, Sophie my not know shit, but I do. I just never liked it, why speak the language of the enemy, y'know? "Figured I had to…seeing that you don't seem to getit when I speak English."
He was done being surprised. Now he was his same old annoyed self, "What is it that you want…Ooman."
"You tell me…Yautja"
"I'm not psychic."
"Wow, Mr. High an Mighty admits to not being perfect."
"I haven't the time for games, out with it."
"Don't order me around."
"Why are you wasting my time?"
"Inferior me, wasting superior you's time? Never."
His eyes narrowed, so did mine.
"I want you to stay away from Sophie," I clicked sharply.
His eyes widened a little, "Excuse me?"
"What are you deaf?"
"I can hear perfectly fine."
"Then why did you ask." it wasn't a question.
"You're not making sense."
I scoffed, I was making perfect sense.
"Stay. Away. Get it now?"
"No."
"You don't get it?" what was he, retarded?
"I did," he clicked firmly, "but my answer is no."
Now I was the one surprised, "Your answer…is no?"
"Correct."
"You won't stay away from Sophie?"
"Are you the one who is deaf?"
Mother fucking…"Huh…" I shifted, freaking annoyed, "you know you've got a lot of fucking nerve straight out sayin no like that, buddy."
"I'm not your friend."
"Damn straight you're not."
"Are we finished?"
"Stay away from her."
"I gave you my answer before, it hasn't changed."
"Fuck," okay, now he was pissing me off, "Listen, okay? She's just a small little 'Ooman' right? What the fuck is she to you?"
"It's none of your concern what she is to me."
Oh, fuck that, "I'm sorta her brother, so yeah, it is my 'concern', not that you Yautja know what it mean to be a big brother or family for that matter."
"Us Yautja? You talk of being a brother and yet you treat her worse than trash!"
"Look, you don't know-"
"I know enough."
"Oh sure," I clenched my fist, "Since you know so much then why don't you just piss off and leave her alone, huh?"
"I have no reason to," he clicked calmly, "Sophie has shown no signs that she wants me to stay away from her."
"I'm telling you to stay away."
"I care little for what you say."
"A Yautja only listening to what he wants to, big surprise…"
He growled. Good. If I was gonna be pissed so was he. Of course Sophie wouldn't tell him to get away, she's to freaking stupid for something as smart as that.
"Growl all you want buddy," I scrawled. "Jesus, what the fuck does Sophie see in you? Damnit she can be such an idio-"
"I will not let you insult her in my presence!"
Tch, he thinks being Mr. Knight and Shining armor's gonna scar me? "Why don't you save the prince charming act for when she's around, it doesn't look so ridiculous then."
"And why don't you save your loving elder brother act for someone who actually believes you."
The sting hit it's mark, "Fuck you."
"S'yuit-de."
I smiled, "Wow, I haven't heard that one in a long time!" not since way back when, "Let's see…since I'm a pile of worthless insignificant crap, what does that make Sophie, huh?" let's see if can take what he dishes out, "A Lou-dte Kalei?"
I flinched as he roared at full blast. I wasn't exactly expecting that, but hey, you shouldn't call someone a piece of shit when you know someone related to him, it implies that that person is just as bad off as he is. Damn Yautja needs to learn some manners.
"…can you roar any louder? I can still hear through this ear…"
"Sophie. Isn't. A Lou-dte Kalei, and I willnot let you-"
"Your not letting me do a lot of things," I cut him off. "and hell it's my house any everything! Damn, I guess I should just listen to you, right?"
Of course Sophie isn't a Lou-dte Kalei, and I don't take pride in having said that either, she's freaking innocent. I'll kick whoever bastard's ass who calls her a whore, she's not anybody's "child maker" especially not his, damnit.
He's huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf…
"Ell-osde' pauk."
"Ditto."
Fuck him to.
There was a tense silence, none of us moving, eye locked, why is it that I'm the only one who sees the devil in his eyes?
"I'm enjoying this stare off Predy…"
"I think I've made it very clear that your alleged business here is null and void."
"Clear? I don't think it's clear enough," I said in the same stiff manner he just did, "hell, I don't even think you have everything clear, do ya Preds?"
"What are you getting at?"
"I think you know as well as me what I'm getting at here." I glared at him, "Krone."
He seethed, "I donot."
Like hell you don't, "You're just like an Ipod y'know? Just something cool she found out and is messing with…"
That cool new kid at school that everyone wants to meet…
"What do you mean-"
"She doesn't know what she's doing, fuck, she's as naïve as someone can get!" I spat, "She doesn't get it, Krone."
"Neither do I, what are you-"
"You know what I'm talking about damnit!" I was about to bleed from how hard I was clenching my fist, anger rising as I felt the blood trying to pass through my vines, "So don't be getting any ideas because it's not happening."
There was no way I was gonna let it happen. She was my little sister. My job. Sophie didn't know what fire she was messing with, hanging round this Yatutja, but I did. Like hell I'd just sit back and let her get burned.
"Now I'm gonna "ask" you one more time okay?" I clicked, my voice as calm as I could make it, "Just so you can get it through your thick Yautja head.
I walked up to him with every word I said,
"Leave. Sophie. Alone. Got it?"
He almost looked amused, "You sound as if that's an order, Ooman."
"Yeah, I'm sorta tellin you to fuck off, that's basically it."
He glared at me, "And what authority do you have that possibly gives you the right to "ask"me that?"
"With the authority that I'm housing your damn Yautja ass" I shot back, "and, whether you like it or not, I'm responsible for this whole damn place andher."
"Responsible? If it weren't for me you'd have hit her-"
"Watch it."
"-And you dare to talk about the honor of responsibility? You lack any honor at all!"
I had enough of his crap, it was he's fault to begin with, "I don't care what a damn Yautja thinks about me! All I'm sayin is back off or I'll-"
"Josh?"
Shit.
Sophie was back. That wasn't a good thing. Well, maybe good for that mother fucker, but not for me, she wanted answers. I can't be a winner in this scenario, I did the only thing I could.
I walked passed her.
Hating that fucking Yautja.
(Not Exactly Happy.)
It's not your problem, Josh…
Your sister's depressed like she just got in a fight with her boyfriend, heck, you should be angry.
Then why aren't you?
Because when you were still little you said you'd always protect her no matter what. If anyone was gonna make her feel bad, you'd rather it be you.
Which is exactly why you're at the garage door, watching the Yautja that hurt her pack up his bags. You're not happy about it, because she'll be even more sad when she finds out he left without her sayin goodbye. And he's pretending to ignore you, meaning you have to man up for the first time in your freakin life and stop him before he hurts your little sister more.
"Hey…"
Krone stopped stuffing things inside. There was silence.
I know I'm not angry, I just want to give him the heads up before he goes and makes Sophie cry harder than she ought to.
"…Could you…tell her that I'll be at the park?"
He's asking, meaning that I have every right to say no if I want to.
"…Yeah."
He turned away from the cockpit and started gathering his armor.
"You're really just gonna leave?"
His wrist blade-thingy clicked in place.
"Guess that's sorta a stupid question."
I should be happy the damn Yautja's leaving, but the only thing I could think about was how Sophie was gonna feel.
But she knew he was gonna leave…even I knew it. Still, the whole scene seems pretty stressed, I didn't imagine him leaving like this.
"So what happened?" the minute the words came out of my mouth I sighed, "Never mind, it's none of my business."
Wow, I just said it was none of my business, I feel mature.
"You know, whatever it is I'm sure she's sorry about it."
Hell, she has a knack for being sorry when she feels she screwed up. Sophie may be naïve, but she makes up for it in sorrys.
"Is it easy doing the wrong thing?"
I raise both my eyebrows, wonderin were that comment came from. Considering it though…
I shrugged, "Meh, probably not…"
My best answer given the fact that I'm the last person who knows right from wrong.
"I'm not sure what is right or wrong anymore."
"Can't give you advice, don't know what your talking about…"
That was true enough. Probably the truest thing I've ever said all month.
"You should be happy I'm leaving."
"Not exactly."
I'd have been happy, say, at the start of all this fiasco but now…
"…Will she be?"
What? "Course not that's the most retarding thing you've ever said." And I thought Yautja were super advanced…
He looked at me as if I just told him the most obvious lie, "And how are you so sure?" he started heaving, "How do you know that she won't be relieved that I'm gone? How do you she won't be happy?"
"…she had an honest-to-goodness smile on her face for the first time since forever, you're a Yautja and you got her to smile again," I said, "what does that tell you?"
I turned and started to walk.
000
Sophie's doing a lot better. At least I don't think she's crying herself to sleep anymore, that's what counts.
Parents got a little freaked that we weren't fighting so much(more like not at all)before they started asking questions we decided to throw some insults at each other in front of them. It actually ended up being a fun game. I don't think I have it in me to really call her an idiot anymore.
I was writing up some lame report that was due tomorrow, man I can't wait for Thanksgiving break…
"Josh…"
I turned my head, Sophie was at my door, her backpack swung over her shoulder. She's not wearing her usual baggy clothes now that I notice…
"Yeah?" I said.
"You're never gonna Mom and Dad about Krone, are you?" she's not worried, or threatening, or whatever else someone might expect her to be. She's just asking a simple question.
I snorted, "Yeah right, then they'll be all up in my ass yelling at me for housing an alien…"
She smiled. It's not the same smile she used to have back when he was here, but it's enough.
"So, were you off to anyway?" I asked, getting back to work.
"I got paired with Liz for a project."
"Who's Liz?"
"Just a friend."
I raised an eyebrow, "A friend or-?"
"She's a girl, dummy."
I shrugged. Hey, there are girls who swing that way at school…
"Besides," she went on, "I don't use that word so freely anymore."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
This time she shrugged, a soft smile on her lips, "Nothing you have to worry about…but I'm thanking you for it."
She continued to walk out of the hallway.
You know, I'm the world's worst brother in the world…but me and my little sister are pretty okay.
000
And we're not done here! Betcha ya'll can't guess who's point of view is next…
Dontcha just love the holidays? XD
Speakin o which: Kitty-Ear FTW! (I wear them all through October! Ah, fun times…)I've also started drawing again! Not silloets, honest-to-goodness drawing! Yay me!
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