It would be strange to others, seeing a girl dancing with a genetically mutated alien experiment. If anyone asked me where my mind is, why I'm dancing with someone from outer space instead of with a nice teenage boy, I'd tell them nothing. Maybe a teenage boy isn't who I need. He isn't the one that sparks such a feeling inside. Besides, in my eyes, we are all aliens we just look different. We are like different colored crayons in the same box. I don't see anything wrong with it at all.

What is peculiar to me, is this raging feeling inside of me. His arms are around my waist and I feel so protected. I feel as though nothing in this world could ever harm me, let alone touch me. The world around me is dissipating and all I see is him. His goofy smile and wide, brilliant eyes. I am bombarded with images of the impossible. Sweet words of nothingness exchanging between us, his lips resting on mine to end the beautiful night, confessions so long overdue to solidify the beginning of a relationship. I shake my head and blush, looking down at my feet and ceasing my movements.

"Gaba?" Stitch asks, his head tilting to the side.

"Sorry, just thinking." I say.

"Lilo… done?"

I think for a moment. I certainly do feel queasy with all these people staring at us. Their eyes of disgust. Especially Myrtle and her posse. Even Keoni is looking at us weird. I sigh and look back at Stitch.

I nod. "Yeah, let's get a drink or something to eat."

"Okie-taka."

He takes my hand, sending my heart in a flurry of jumps. My clumsy running is no match for his rushed strides, so I let him drag me over to the punch line. He taps a man hogging all the punch to himself on the leg.

The man looks. "What you want?"

"Tiki ka cala!" Stitch replies, pointing at the punch.

The man still looks confused, so I translate. "My friend here wants a drink."

"Humph. Get it yourself." He turns his back and leans over the punch bowl.

Stitch growls. "Akataka!"

He leaps onto the table, helping himself to the cups and punch. That man, who is a real jerk, turns to glare at Stitch. He seemed to accept the challenge as he growled, and I knew then to step in.

"Stitch, no. Leave him alone."

My urgent demand got through to him and he politely offers one of the cups he poured for himself. The man takes it hesitantly and looks at me. "This your date for the dance?"

I smile, probably too big. They're both looking at me like I sprouted two heads. But I can't help it! I've been waiting for this moment when I could call Stitch a date, or boyfriend. I clear my throat. "Yep."

"Ih, date." Stitch agreed and jumped from the table.

His hand sheathed mine, provoking that familiar tingly feeling again. Too bad this display had the exact opposite of affect on the guy. He looked disgusted and I couldn't contain my hatred any longer.

"Let's go outside Stitch."

I began walking and he followed obediently. We eluded from the loud music, the lovey-dovey spell that has been spreading in there, and of course those daunting looks. It was better to be outside. Besides, though the dancing was fun, we both needed a break. We decided to sit outside, star gaze instead.

"I am so sick of this I could scream." I murmur.

"Gaba?"

"This! They keep looking at us like we're bestiality or something?"

"Best-wahh?"

"Bestiality. Extreme love between animal and human."

He crossed his arms. "Humph! Stitch no animal!"

I laugh. "I know. You're an alien. Big difference right?"

We were no longer on the down low about the aliens' existences. The incident with Leroy and the damage he's done was too peculiar for anyone to ignore. And we failed at creating a tasteful story to distract them, so we came out with the truth. At first, people were reluctant to let the aliens stay, but the mayor pointed out that if they were to harm us, they would've done so already.

Besides, Stitch is the island's hero. I lost count how many times he saved this world from utter chaos and destruction. If only they saw what I see in him, they'd realize just how much of a warrior he is. They're missing out on making a really great friend and someone who knows how to add flavor in life.

I look at the stars, remembering those years when I was so dependent on them. I always wanted a family, one that would never run away. I got more than I bargained for, but I am happy of that. I turn my eyes to Stitch, who smiled at me, displaying his sharp teeth.

"I used to wish on these stars so many times after I had a broken family." I explain.

Stitch's ears drooped and he laid a hand on my shoulder. "Family naga broken. It fixed."

I giggled. "Yep, thanks to the stars."

"Hmm?"

"My family's complete because I got you."

He smiled and crawled over to me. My arms went out as his snaked around me. I felt him nuzzle against my neck and I look over his shoulder at the stars. My family may be fixed, but my heart isn't. I still have one more wish for the stars.

And again, they fulfilled it. As I pulled away, Stitch wouldn't let me go. My eyes locked with his and before I knew it, his lips were on mine. That's when I felt the pieces of my broken heart slowly mend back together.