First Star I see Tonight
The raven-haired boy slowly opened his eyes. He was met with the same starry ceiling he'd covered in glow in the dark stickers when he was just 9 years old. He sat up and muttered curses to himself as he got out of bed, lifting his shirt to scratch his stomach. He dragged himself into the bathroom as he yawned then glared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, as he knew exactly how today would go. It'd be shitty.
His name was Craig Tucker. Last month was his 16th birthday. His mother gifted him a Guinea Pig named Star to befriend his first Guinea Pig, Stripe. He was sooooo happy. But then, his ticky crush, Thomas, stopped talking to him and even began to avoid him. His friend, Jimmy, even left South Park to work on his comedy career. And then, his other friends, Clyde and Tolkien, started spending more and more time together leaving Craig alone with his "friend", Kenny. He begged Kenny to quit talking about sex but instead he began talking about his crush(?), Butters. And that is why Craig now hates being 16. If he dies, he wants it to be known that it is because his friends are fake, and that Star got sick and died 2 nights ago.
Once he'd finished his normal bathroom duties, he debated waking up his little sister for school as well. Their parents had left for a couple's resort about a week ago and trusted their now 16-year-old son to be the man of the house. Craig retreated to his bedroom to grab his blue chullo hat, and to feed his (alive) Guinea Pig.
He picked up the hay she ate and made his way to her cage. "Hey, Stripe..." He began. Stripe eyed the bag in Craigs hand. "You think I should wake up Tricia? Would It make me a ‘good big brother’ if I did? I mean she's not even a good little sister! "
Stripe stared at the bag of her food. Craig stared at her. Stripe turned to Craig and squeaked, begging to be fed. The raven-haired boy chuckled to himself.
"You're right, Stripe." The Guinea Pig sort of lit up, figuring Craig was going to give her the hay. "I shouldn't wake her up for school. Hah. Her? More like it. Am I right, Stripey-" Craig was cut off by agitated squeaks from his small rodent pet. Only then, did he remember what his poor hungry pet wanted. “Sorry! I'm sorry Stripe! Chill!”
Craig quickly fed his hungry guinea pig before she got angry and tried to bite him. She was sassy like that. Once he finished, he petted her head and closed her cage before making his way downstairs. He snatched an entire carrot from the fridge and made his leave, not bothering to wake his sister, like intended. While he ate his “breakfast” he arrived at the bus stop and was met with no one. Of course. Clyde and Tolkien were driving to school together today. Craig would ask to tag along but hanging out with them felt strongly like third wheeling. Anyhow, from the looks of it, today would be a boring day. Craig was usually right, and he usually hated it.
Once at school, Craig had a relatively normal day. For him at least. He fell asleep in most of his classes and didn't pay attention to anything worth learning. When lunch rolled around, he stood outside of the cafeteria, eyeing his two friends through the door window. He didn't dare go in. If Clyde or Tolkien saw him, they'd beckon him over and he'd have to third wheel them. That was one thing he didn't want to be right about. Sighing, he turned his heel. Back of the school with Kenneth it was.
Upon meeting up with Kenny, Craig was offered a cigarette. Craig didn't like those things in the slightest. Why would he want cancer? Of course, he had been tempted at some point, but he absolutely hated the smell. They were probably gross anyway. He didn't like weed either (Which Kenny had offered him on multiple occasions) because of the smell, as well as he didn't like the idea of being high. It kind of scared him in some way… He despised vapes as well. In his opinion, if you want to smoke, at least smoke a cigarette instead of being a little pussy about it. Anyway, he declined Kenny's cigarette.
"What? Dude, you always say no. You're so boring.” Kenny replied, rolling his eyes. “Just take a little drag!"
Craig crossed his arms and simply stared at Kenny before giving a pretty bland, "No."
"Typical." Was all the dirty blonde replied with before it fell silent.
Craig leant against the wall, enjoying the silence while it lasted. Kenny tended to be a lot louder than he used to be, back in elementary. Craig knew what would happen now. Kenny would start (unnecessarily) yelling about God knows what. For no reason. At all.
Kennys eyes suddenly lit up and he whipped his head toward his deadpan friend. "OH! DUDE!!" Craig cringed at the sudden noise. He hated being right. "I didn't TELL you, did I?!"
Craig silently prayed that Kenny wouldn't do what he thought he would. "I don't care actually."
Kenny, of course, ignored this. "So, last night I was with this girl..." Craig really really fucking hated being right. "She was so fucking flexible! And tight! Dude, the noises she made, made me want to finish right then and ther-"
"STOP." Craig had to hold on to the wall to keep himself steady. He was going to lose it if Kenny kept on with his shit. "Please. Stop talking about SEX or I swear on the Peruvian GUINEA PIG gods I will HURT you."
Kenny slid himself onto the floor, hugged his knees and pouted like a toddler. Every few seconds he'd glance up at Craig to make sure he was aware that he was upset. Craig simply shrugged. He was used to this by now. Kenny loved talking about sex and women. Craig cringed at the thought. He remembered the times Kenny would tell him stories that made him nearly puke or have to tune everything out. The sex obsessed blonde just didn't have a filter it seemed. He couldn't just keep some things to himself. Things such as what he does in bed with women that Craig could honestly care less about. If it wasn't sex or tits or how loud a woman was, the McCormick was talking about-
"You think Butters would let me hit if I asked super-duper nicely?"
That was it. That was Craig's breaking point. Which is why he grabbed a fistful of Kenny's hair and kneed him right in his face. Kenny yelled profanities as his face collided with Craigs knee. His blood stained the knee area of the standing teens jeans splattered a bit on the floor. Craig had busted Kennys lip, broken his nose and pushed up his two front teeth. Kennys face was now seriously fucked up. A metallic smell filled Kennys nostrils as he slowly brought a hand up to his bloodied nose and looked at the blood that transferred onto his fingers, eyebrows furrowed, eyes wide and mouth agape. He looked up at Craig's blank face. Craig felt no sympathy for him.
He shouldn't have been sitting.
Craig, of course, blamed Kenny for the detention he'd gotten after that. It sucked. He even had to have a talk with Mr. Mackey about "Respecting his friends". What a load of bull. Him and Kenny weren't even friends, he just hung out with him because he had no one else to turn to. That was all there was to it. More importantly, he was forced to stay at school instead of going home. Who fed Stripe in his place? Who rewatched his favorite Red Racer episodes in his place? Who ordered NASA T-shirts and Red Racer figurines to cope with his loneliness in his place??
The boy in the blue chullo hat groaned, a scowl on his face, as he trudged in the direction of his home. Detention was so boring he would have rather listened to Kenny rant about "Doing Butters" instead of sitting in one spot and "studying" for hours. He was tired of this. And not of the fact that having detention was shitty or that Kenny liked sex a little too much. It was his life. His angry scowl fell into an expression of despair. He felt sad and empty most days. And bored. Extremely bored. He loved boring, as it was his thing, but.... Recently he'd been too bored. Too alone. Too.... Too depressed. His friends were ditching him most days, his Guinea Pig died in his arms, his friend moved away and, of course, Thomas... Why did he stop talking to Craig? He said something about him being too weird... or something.
Craig looked up at the sky. There was a star. Just one. Craig stared at it for a bit. It made him miss the Guinea Pig he'd only had for less than a month. Upon staring at it some more, he got the urge... To make a wish. It was stupid.... and it was childish, but he wanted to. He felt like it was his only hope. He clutched his chest and stopped in his tracks.
He took a deep breath. "I wish... Wait." The boy groaned and held a fist full of his hair, under his hat. "Goddamnit.... I have to do this the correct way.. Okay uh- Right, it was...uh.." He muttered to himself, before he got his bearings together. "Star light, star bright... First star I see tonight... I wish I may... I wish I might... Have this wish I wish tonight.... I wish... I wish something good would finally happen to me... I wish life would stop being such a dick to me! I'm tired of being bored and- Is that star moving?"
The star in the sky seemed to be... Falling. Maybe it was a shooting star? That'd probably make his wish more likely to come true. Craig smiled to himself.
"Make my wish come true sta-" Craig was cut off by a notification from his phone. He groaned for about 20 seconds before finally pulling it out and finding it was a message from his little sister. When he looked back up into the sky, the star was gone. "What the fuck?-" He was cut off once more by another message from his younger sister. Now distracted (and fairly annoyed), he turned on his phone. The screen read “Friday | 6:46”. He entered his passcode then opened up his messages.
Tricia: No movie night. I'm hanging out with Karen
Tricia: Yes she's more important than you🖕
What... The FUCK? Craig thought to himself. The two had made plans together. They picked the movie together. It was the night he'd bond with his little sister. That was so rude. He swallowed his pride and replied as best as he could.
Craig: Fuck you you fucking bitchy bitch🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕
Craig: Whatever I don't even fucking care
But he did care. He cared so much he began to sulk. His head hung low as he trudged home slower than he had been originally. His wish hadn't come true. He should've known it was bullshit. Wishing upon a star? He felt so fucking stupid. He wishes for things to get better and what does he get in return? His sister ditches him and says KENNY'S sister is more important than him. He was beyond upset.
As Craig slowly made his way home, he lifted his head and spotted something in the distance. It was running towards him. Before he could make a comment to himself, the figure ran up and kicked him right in his groin. He let out a blood curdling scream before collapsing face forward, hunched over. He looked up to see his little sister laughing at him.
She skipped around him with a dirty smirk on her face. "And that's for not waking me up this morning you dick muncher!!"
Craig used all of his strength to stand up. The look on her face filled him with even more rage. She stuck her tongue out at him and that was the last straw. He landed a hard kick right in her shin as pay back. He didn't have the energy to call her any names, so he simply flipped her off and limped home while his sister screamed curses at him from behind, in tears. The raven-haired boy didn't need his sister. He could have a sweet movie night with STRIPE.
When he arrived home, he got straight to work. He showered, threw the homework he wouldn't be doing somewhere on his bedroom floor, put on comfy clothes, decided pants sucked and took them off, got snacks and his trusty Guinea Pig.
Craig relaxed on the couch and let himself slip into comfort. Fuck you, Tricia.
-
It had been hours since Craig had gotten up from the couch. He was in nothing but dinosaur boxers and a slightly oversized Red Racer T-shirt that he'd accidentally ordered a size bigger than he actually was. Perfect for the Red Racer Marathon he was having. He had chips, popcorn, carrots and Stripe. That was honestly all he really needed. He was having the time of his life at the moment. He was glad his sister had ditched him for Kenny's sister! This was way better than hanging out with that short demon. Craig picked up a carrot to feed to his Guinea Pig but nearly dropped it when he'd heard a thud from upstairs followed by a loud shriek. Craig froze. So did Stripe. Someone was in his fucking house. The boy groaned and stood up, picking up his pants and struggling to get them on. No way he'd let a burglar(?) see him in nothing but dinosaur boxers. He put Stripe in his pocket and quickly made his way to the kitchen where he grabbed a pan and a pot cover.
He stuck the pan under his arm and cupped his now free hand around his mouth. "Hey!!” He began. “Whoever's up there better get ready! I've got a totally real and totally in my hand, big ass knife so get the hell out before I fucking get you!!!"
Was this going above and beyond?
Maybe.
Should he have just turned around and stayed at Tolkien's house instead?
Probably.
Was he still making his way up the stairs?
Abso-fucking-lutley .
Upon taking the last step to the top, Craig heard rustling in the direction of his room. It took everything in his power NOT to let out a loud unnecessary teenager groan at the fact that someone was in HIS room and not TRICIAS. That bitch kicked me in my nuts today. He thought to himself, as he inched closer to his room. Most of the lights were off but he could see a body shaped lump in his bed with the help of the moonlight that shone through his window. He flipped the switch that would turn on his lights and once he did, he realized the lump was trembling. Peeking out from the very top of the blanket were blue antennas. They were tinted green at the ends and flashed every once in a while. Craig tried to figure out who exactly would be in his bed.
Burglar? Sleepy homeless person? Cosplayer? Cosplayer burglar who's also homeless and sleepy?
Craig, who was over everything at this point, yanked the blanket off of the bed. As this happened, someone or... Something sat up quicker than ever. He... Or what looked like an it..? Whatever this messy haired blonde was, he either had amazing cosplay.... Or there was An Alien in Craigs F#king bed. He had pale blue skin and sort of yellow-green eyes. It had blue antennas sticking out of his forehead and a turquoise scaly lizard tail stayed stiff and unmoving behind him. His antennas were flashing a lot more now. Weird. Before Craig could examine the clothes it wore, he noticed this thing had boots. Dirty boots. Dirty boots on Craigs bed where he SLEPT AT NIGHT.
He dropped the pot cover and the frying pan before he started to speak. "Get... The fuck… out of my hous-"
Craig cut himself off when he noticed the blonde, blue boy(?) swaying where he sat. It grabbed its head and groaned. He looked terrified, like he wanted to scream, but he looked too tired to do so. Before Craig could say anything else, it collapsed back onto the bed panting and shivering more than he had been originally, muttering things in an unknown language. There was one thing the raven-haired boy heard clearly.
"ꃅꍟꋪꉣ… ꀤꀸ ꃅꀎꋪꀸꌗ.."
He had no idea what it meant but he knew for sure that... He should leave the room. He turned his heel, prepared to pretend that he didn't see a thing.
The blue boy behind him sat up once more and attempted to call out weakly. "ꃅꍟꌩ… ꉓ-ꉓꂦꂵꋪ ꌃꍏꀭꀘ ꀎꂦꀎ ꂦꀘ- Ngh..." He fell back once more, tired and possibly in pain.
Craig did not look back and shut the door behind him. He peeked into his pocket and looked into Stripe's big beady eyes. "You saw that shit, Stripe?" He whispered to his tiny pet.
Craig waited for a "response" from Stripe and got an adorable,
Squeak!
"Yeah." Craig replied. "Me neither."
-
Craig slowly opened his eyes and found himself still on the couch. The sun was bright in his eyes, and his pants had somehow come off again. He let out a big yawn and sat up, lifting his shirt to scratch his back as he did so. He dragged himself to the bathroom, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, attempting to avoid stepping on his little guinea pig and brushed his teeth. As he washed his face it suddenly dawned on him that an unattended Stripe was scurrying around on the living room floor. He ran down the stairs to get her. Luckily she wasn't underneath any furniture but was near the steps, probably trying to get upstairs.
"Ah!" Craig swooped down and grabbed his furry pet. "Sorry, Stripe, I left you all alone, huh? You'll get lost if you run around by yourself. You're tiny and-" Craig stopped himself as memories came back like the collision of two speeding trucks.
That boy thing with the blue skin!!
Craig gently placed Stripe in his pocket and ran right back up the stairs and towards his bedroom where he found.... Absolutely nothing.
Craig covered his face with a hand and began to chuckle. “It was just a dream! Jesus Christ!" He removed his hand and peaked at his pocket. "I really believed it was rea- You hear that, Stripey?" Stripe responded with 2 squeaks.
There was a noise coming from the outside of Craig's window. After struggling to get some random pants he found on the floor onto his body, the boy clutched his pocketed Guinea Pig and stepped away from it until he stood in his doorway. Craig gulped and Stripe buried herself into Craig's pocket. Soon someone had opened Craig's window, struggled inside, wobbled towards the bed and plopped face down like it was their own. That someone was the same blue boy from last night. Craig had not been dreaming. He stared, jaw dropped, at the sight. This... Cosplayer... Creature boy... Was in his bed, yet again. Craig tiptoed around the boy, who seemed to be sleeping, and looked outside of his window. The second floor. Craigs bedroom was on the second floor. There was no ladder. Craig was freaking out. How the hell did this... Thing get up here?!
"ꉣꌚꀗꂦ.. Nghh..."
Craigs head whipped towards the noise. The blue boy was mumbling in his sleep. Upon looking in the boy's direction, he saw a watch. It looked like the type he'd kill for at 8 years old. It was blue and green, had little stars on it and instead of a clock, it had small yellow and red buttons. Craig wondered what it was for. He reached to pick it up and just then, the creature boy sat up rabidly. They stared into each other's eyes for a bit, lost in the eyes of a boy from somewhere far off. Suddenly, the blue skinned blonde boy screamed at the top of his lungs, causing Craig to cover his ears.
"AHHH-"
"NO-NO- SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" Craig immediately reacted. It had dawned on him that he was finally interacting with the dickhead who waltzed on in his house and claimed his bed. Before he could finally address the matter, the other boy in the bed had thrown a small pocket sized piece of metal at Craig's head. “Ow!! What the-” And another. “Fuck! Stop-” And yet another. “What the fuck!!”
The uninvited blue thing-boy-person(?) hissed in pain before he could say anything in response and grabbed his head. Craig could see the bags under the others closed eyes and how he gritted his teeth in pain. Craig didn't want to feel sympathy for the weird intruder– He just threw small pieces of metal at him– but… he did. He wondered what was wrong. How he could help. When he’d wake up from this extremely long and stupid annoying dream. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it back again when he heard a knock at the door that made the blue boy's eyes widen. It hid under Craigs blanket and began shivering. The sight gave Craig a sense of deja vu.
KNOCK KNOCK
Craig huffed and stormed towards the door, shouting.
“Fucking WAIT!!”
Who would be at his door right now? His parents were out til Monday, his friends were off living it up in Tolkien's “mansion” and Kenny's knock went with the beat of Cpr by CupcakKe not to mention he would have begun to moan on top of that. Craig didn't hear any moaning so there was only one person it could be… Craig stopped about 5 feet away from the door at the realization. Tricia. No no no she couldn't be here now! Maybe he was mistaken. Maybe no one even knocked in the first place.
Craig laughed to himself and turned his heel. “I mean there's… there's a fucking alien in my bed …” He mumbled ro himself. “I'm probably just going fucking crazy…” Upon reaching his stairs he was stopped in his tracks by a louder, more firm knock followed by the annoying voice of the devil herself.
“Let. Me. IN!!” Craig tensed and silently wished for her to drop dead right and there. “I forgot my keys and I need my make up kit for me and Karen-” Her older brother swung open the door, cutting her off. She was met with a hard, annoyed glare and pushed past Craig like he was nothing at all. “About time!!” She yelled as she raced up the stairs.
Craig suddenly remembered the certain someone lying in his bed. A certain someone he didn't want Tricia seeing. He slammed the door and sped up his pace to reach his little sister. By the time he’d gotten to Tricias bedroom, she wasn't there. Craig felt the blood drain from his face. Fuck… She found it didn't she..? The boy raced to his own room just to remember how much he absolutely hated being right in times like this. He watched as his sister put the pieces together, looking from the alien boy to her older brother. To be completely honest, Craig had no idea what to even call this situation. There was a random blue stranger, dressed as an alien, shivering, in pain, in his bed, in his house and there was no explanation for it. What would Tricia even say? The girl slowly turned her head to her brother. Her face read playfulness instead of confusion which led Craigs to confusion.
She snickered to herself and patted her brother's shoulder. “Can he even stand?” Was the only thing she had to say before he immediately caught on.
“WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!! I-IM NOT EVEN GAY-”
“Hard to believe, really.” Tricia pointed at Craigs chest.. “You waited til you were home alone to invite over your-” She used her other hand to point to the blue shivering boy. “-cosplayerboyfriend so you could break his ba-”
“NO HES UHHHHH” Craig needed to think fast. This was worse than anything else Tricia could've said and it made his head hurt. He looked at the boy, racking his brain for something to say that would override Tricias guttered mind and then- He finally got it. The best, most believable thing he could have ever said. “He was my online friend!! From… Japan!!”
His sister looked at him like he'd grown another head. “...Wha-”
“I'm not finished!” He cut her off. “He came over to visit me but uh he's really really sick! I figured, being the nice guy that I am, that I’d let him rest for a bit!”
The room fell silent. There was an occasional groan here and there from the boy in the bed but other than that, it was as quiet as it's ever been in the Tucker household.
Eventually Tricia broke the silence “Well okay then! I still think you're dating and that you railed him-”
“I'm not gay!”
“-But it seems believable enough!” She exclaimed. “Only my big brother would be stupid enough to give someone online his address!”
“Fuck you!” He flipped her off.
Tricia, who ceased looking at him, returned the favor before scurrying closer to the blue boy.
“SO!! What's your name and why did you pick my brother as a boyfriend of all people?”
The thing-person-that-was-blue pulled the covers down to reveal more of his face. His antenna turned a shade of yellow. It examined Tricia's face before responding. “Booi… Frrnd..? ꅏꃅꍏꋪ ꀤ꓄ ꓄ꍏꃅ꓄?”
Tricia stared, mouth agape, at the other. “Right!!” She slammed her fist into her palm. “You're Japanese! Silly me!” Craig sighed in relief. Thank god his sister was an idiot (like him). “Thank god for Duolingo. I've got a 2 year streak! The app taught me how to say full sentences in Japanese and I could even learn Russian if I wanted to! (This fanfic is sponsored by Duolingo(not really)) Naze kare…. we- No. Wa anata no kareshi… na no desu ka?” It may have been a bit off, but no one else in the room spoke any Japanese to correct her.
The colors of the boy's antenna swirled between green and yellow before beginning to flash like mad. He hid back under Craigs blanket, squeaking every few seconds.
Craig cleared his throat and let out a small chuckle. “Well it's time to leave now!”
Tricia whipped her head towards her brother. “But he didn't answer my-”
“Goodbye!” He cut off her protests. “Go back to be gay with Kenny's sister!”
“MAYBE I WILL!” With that, she stormed out of the room, not bothering to close the door. “At least I own up to it…” Was all Craig heard before she grabbed what she needed and left.
The raven haired boy groaned when she finally left and turned to peak at the little inconvenience that decided to make itself comfortable in his bed. It was shuffling around under the blankets. Craig was feeling many things at the moment. One of which was frustration. Now he would have to deal with this thing with the lie he'd spat out. Why do bad things have to happen to me..?
The human boy pulled over the covers a bit and was met with the same eyes he'd seen last night. Wide, fearful, tired and… well kinda beautiful. The green of the things' eyes contrasted with a yellow that looked as if someone hadn't finished mixing a bucket of paint. Now that Craig was really looking at them, a new feeling joined the spiral in his head, one he couldn't quite place but left him dazed. He was lost in this mystery boy's eyes. He didn't move. Not a muscle. That was until a fierce uppercut broke him out of his daze and pushed him back a bit.
Eyebrows furrowed, he stomped closer to the creature. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
The blue boy furrowed his eyebrows as well, leaning back a bit. “ꅏꃅꍏꋪ ꀤꌗ ꅏꂦꈤꁅ ꅏꃅꀤ꓄ ꀎꂦꀎ??!” The antenna on his head were turning a glowing pink.
Craig crossed his arms and stepped back again. What was this guy saying? He knew for sure this guy wasn't speaking Spanish… Maybe it actually was Japanese? No he's not that stupid. Russian? Chinese? British? He was stumped. He rubbed his chin, which hurt quite a bit, and examined the angry creature.
He wore a small peach colored cape like garment. It covered his chest, his upper arms and his shoulders. The straps that kept it closed were a butter yellow color. He wore a purple long sleeve shirt, brown pants and big gray boots. He wasn't very good at matching. He was very… colorful. Apart from that, he had little machines strapped to his body. Some strapped on his arms and one over his shoulder with colorful buttons on every single one. His boots were machines as well. Craig spotted red buttons on them and wondered what exactly all those machines and buttons did. It finally dawned on him that maybe this boy really wasn't human. There were so many signs. The blue boy seemed to be examining him as well, his eyebrows relaxing and his glowing pink antennas turning a glowing yellow. That was another sign he wasn't human.
The boy reached his arm out to Craig, climbing out of the bed as he did so. Craig didn't realize how tall this creature was until now. He was probably 6 or 7 feet tall compared to Craig who was 5’5. When it reached him, it touched his forehead with its fingertips, pushing up his hair in the process and Craig let him. The creature's hand was big… Definitely bigger than any humans. They confused each other. They were so different but so… similar in certain ways. They both had hands, arms, legs, ears and eyes and didn't understand it. After what seemed like an eternity of looking and examining each other, they both opened their mouths and spoke simultaneously.
“What are you?”
“ꅏꃅꍏꋪ ꍏ꓄ꍟ ꀎꂦꀎ?”
Suddenly, the creature's facial expression changed to frustration. He raised his other hand and cupped Craigs face in his hands and leant down so that they were at eye level.
Craigs face morphed into one of embarrassment and discomfort. “Dude… What the shit are you doing..?”
Instead of responding, the blue boy closed his eyes. Craig was about to push him away before he noticed the things antennas glowing. Not like they were before, no, the entire thing was glowing a bright white which only got brighter and brighter until Craig was forced to shut his eyes. He’d never felt this scared before, hell he was rarely ever scared in the first place! With his eyes closed, he remembered the star he made a wish on. Was this it? Was this his wish come true? He wasn't bored OR depressed, but he was scared as hell so did he really get his wish or was he just very much fucked over? Suddenly he began to feel dizzy. His brain tickled and it felt as if it was spinning in his skull. Soon, he felt it break up in pieces until he felt nothing at all. Then, in a flash, it was intact again. Soon he felt the boy's hands, the only things keeping Craig upright, leave his face. He opened his eyes to see what was going on but saw nothing but static and grabbed his head, stumbling backwards and shutting his eyes once again.
The blue boy jumped and spoke, his voice full of concern. “ꍏ꓄ꍟ ꀎꂦꀎ ꂦ꒒ꍏꌩ?! (Are you okay?!)”
Craig stopped and opened his eyes quickly. He didn't see static anymore, but he did hear a voice in his head. This… Alien boys voice.
“Wh-what the fuck is going on..? (ꅏꃅ-ꅏꃅꍏꋪ ꓄ꃅꋪ ꉣꌗꀘꂦ ꀤ꓄ ꁅꂦꈤꀤꈤꁅ ꂦꂵ..?)” Craig gasped and covered his mouth, moving them to speak again. “What was that? (ꅏꃅꍏꋪ ꅏꁅꌗ ꓄ꍏꃅ꓄?)” He clasped his hands over his mouth again and looked up at the creature for answers.
It took a breath and clasped its hands together. “ꀤ ꉓꂦꈤꂵꍟꉓ꓄ꋪꀸ ꂦꀤꋪ ꂵꀤꈤꈤꌗ ꌗꂦ ꅏꍟ ꉓꂦꀤ꒒ꀸ ꀎꈤꀸꀤꋪꌗ꓄ꀤꀸ ꍟꋪꉓꂦ ꀸꃅꍟr. (I connected our minds so we could understand each other.) ” The creature sighed and glanced away. “ꀤꋪ ꅏꍏꋪ ꁅꍟ꓄꓄ꀤꂵꃅ ꎇꋪꀎꌗ꓄ꋪꀤ꓄ꀤꈤꁅ. ꅏꋪ ꀘꍟꋪꉣ ꓄ꍏꀘꀤꈤꁅ ꓄ꂦ ꍟꋪꉓꂦ ꀸꃅꍟꋪ ꍏꋪꀸ ꅏꋪ ꀸꂦꈤꀸ ꀘꂵꂦꅏ ꅏꃅꍏꀸꌗ ꋪꍟꀭ꒒꒒ꌩ ꌃꍟꀭꈤꁅ ꌗꍏꋪꀸ. (It was getting frustrating. We keep talking to each other and we don't know what's really being said.)”
Craig nodded. “And now we can properly communicate. (ꍏꋪꀸ ꈤꍟꅏ ꅏꋪ ꉓꋪꈤ ꉣꋪꍏꉣ꒒ꋪꌩ ꉓꂦꂵꈤꀎꈤꀤꉓꍏ꓄.)” He was glad one problem was solved. Now to solve the other, 6ft one. “Now I can clearly tell you to get out of my house! (ꈤꍟꅏ ꀤ ꉓꋪꈤ ꉓ꒒ꍏꍟꋪ꒒ꌩ ꓄ꋪ꒒꒒ ꀎꂦꀎ ꓄ꂦ ꁅꋪ꓄ ꂦꀎꌩ ꂦꎇ ꂵꌩ ꃅꂦꍟꌗꍟ!)”
“ꅏꃅꋪ꓄?! (WHAT?!)” The blue boy shook his head frantically before grabbing Craig's shoulders and bending down to his level. “.ꀤ ꉓꋪꈤ꓄ ꒒ꍏꍟꃴꍟ ꂵ-ꂵꀤ ꌗꃅꂦꉣ ꉓꋪꀎꌗꃅꍟꀸ!! (I CAN’T leave! M-my ship crashed!!)”
Craig crossed his arms and turned his head. “I let you sleep here right? (ꀤ ꒒ꋪ꓄ ꀎꂦꀎ ꌗ꒒ꍟꉣ ꃅꋪꍟꋪ ꋪꍟꁅꀭ꓄?)” Craig peeked as the creature slowly nodded. “So now you can leave. Go fix your ship and leave me alone. I told my sister you'd be staying too oh my god… just go fix it, go back home an- (ꌗꀤ ꈤꍟꅏ ꀎꂦꀎ ꉓꋪꈤ ꒒ꍏꍟꃴꍟ. ꁅꂦ ꎇꀤꊼ ꀎꂦꀎꋪ ꌗꃅꂦꉣ ꍏꌃꀸ ꒒ꍟꍏꃴꍟ ꂵꋪ ꍏ꒒ꂦꈤꀤ. ꀤ ꍏ꒒ꍟꍏꋪꀸꌩ ꓄ꀤ꒒ꀸ ꂵꀤ ꈤꂦꂵꋪ꒒ ꀎꂦꀎꀸ ꌃꍟ ꌗ꓄ꂦꌩꀤꈤꀭ ꓄ꀎꀎ ꂦꃅ ꂵꀤ ꍏꁴꋪꀤꍟ꒒… ꀭꀤꌗ꓄ ꁅꍟ ꎇꀤꊼ ꀤꋪ, ꁅꍟ ꌃꍏꉓꀘ ꃅꂦꂵꀤ ꍏꌃ-)”
“ꀤ ꉓꀎꂵ꓄!! (I CAN'T!!)” Craig flinched and so did the creature. The blue boy backed away from Craig and placed its arms on its sides, glaring at the floor. “ꀤ-ꀤ ꉓꍏꌃ꓄ ꁅꀤ ꌃꍏꋪꀘ ꃅꀤꂵꍟ... ꍏꌃꌩꅏꀭꋪꍟꋪ ꍟꋪꌗꍟ ꌃꀤ꓄ ꓄ꃅꋪꍟꋪ... (I-I can’t go back home… Anywhere else but there…)”
Craig was silent for a moment. He watched as the creature in front of him clenched its fists so hard he wouldn't be surprised if its palms started to bleed. He let out a breath and took a single step closer to it. “Where are you gonna go then? (ꅏꃅꋪꍟꋪ ꍏ꓄ꍟ ꀎꂦꀎ ꁅꀤꈤꈤꍏ ꁅꂦ ꓄ꃅꋪꈤ?)” He started. “Why’d you leave? (ꅏꃅꀎꀸ ꀎꂦꀎ ꒒ꍏꍟꃴꍟ?)” He hadnt meant to start asking questions or acting like he cared but it happened anyway. He watched as the creature slowly looked up at him and began to shiver.
It brought a shaky hand to one of its antennas, which were slowly turning a glowing green. “ꀤ...ꉓꍏꌃ꓄... ꀤ- (I…Can't… I-)” It twitched and grabbed the other antenna and yanked them before- “WAHHHHHHHH!!!!”
“OKAY OKAY CALM DOWN I'M SORRY FOR ASKING!!! (ꂦ꒒ꍏꌩ ꂦ꒒ꍏꌩ ꉓꋪ꒒ꂵ ꀸꋪꋪꈤ ꀤꌃ ꌗꋪꋪꂦꌩ ꎇꉣꋪ ꍏꌃꌗꀘꀤꈤꁅ!!!)” The creature ceased its screaming but did not stop pulling its antenna. Craig sighed and rubbed his temples. “And stop pulling those things before they pop out of your head! (ꍏꌃꀸ ꌗ꓄ꋪꉣ ꉣꀤ꒒꒒ꀎꈤꁅ ꓄ꃅꌗꍟꂦ ꓄ꃅꀤꌃꁅꌗ ꌃꂦꎇꂦꋪꍟ ꓄ꃅꍟꌩ ꉣꀎꉣ ꂦꀎꋪ!)”
The blue boy slowly brought his hands down to his sides and stared off at nothing. Craig stepped backward away from the creature as it began to shiver even more than it was before. “ꉣ-ꉣꀎꉣ...ꂦꀎꋪ..? AHHHH- (P-pop…Out..?) AHHHH”
“Shut UP!! (ꌗꃅꋪ꓄ ꀎꉣ!!)” Craig covered his ears and glared up at the creature before him. He sighed and figured maybe if this thing wasn’t leaving yet, he could ask it some questions. Like what it was, how it crashed and- “Hang on… What's your name? (ꃅꀎꈤꁅ ꂦꈤ... ꅏꃅꍏꋪꌗ ꀎꂦꀎꋪ ꈤꀤꂵꍟ?)”
“ACK!!” The creature twitched and grabbed a fist full of its hair.
Craig walked over to it… No. He walked over to him . This thing may not have been a human but he wasn't an object either. He had feelings and a human-like facial structure. The human reached for the blue boy's shoulder, making him twitch. Craig recoiled back his hand, looking into the alien boy's (beautiful) eyes for permission. I'm trying to help … Somehow, it seemed the blue blonde had understood. His head jerked to one side before he slowly nodded to Craig, allowing him to place his human hand into his shoulder. It was a bit awkward considering their major height difference and anyway- Craig had no idea how to comfort someone, let alone an alien from outer space! He was honestly just going with the flow, copying what he’d seen in movies and comics.
“It's okay. (ꀤꋪꌗ ꂦ꒒ꍏꌩ.)” He started, his voice stuffy as ever. “Calm down, okay? How about this… (ꉓꍏꋪꂵ ꀸꂦꈤꍟ, ꂦ꒒ꍏꌩ? ꃅꀤꅏ ꍏꌃꂦꋪ ꓄ꁅꀤꌗ…)” He moved his hand from the alien and took a step back. “My name… is Craig. What's your name? (ꂵꀤ ꈤꀤꂵꍟ… ꀤꁴ Craig. ꅏꃅꍏꋪꌗ ꀎꂦꀎꋪ ꈤꀤꂵꍟ?)”
The creature shivered and brought a shaky hand up to its chest. “Um… ꓄ꅏꍟꍟꀘ. ꂵ-ꂵꀤ ꈤꀤꂵꍟ ꀤꁴ ꓄ꅏꍟꍟꀘ. (꓄ꅏꍟꍟꀘ. M-my name is ꓄ꅏꍟꍟꀘ.)”