volume 3 (of 4)

So I kissed her back.

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It was a passionate kiss from my end. I was reminded of Richard Gere as Lancelot. Our lips met again. Hers were very sweet, like cotton candy. Was it a new lip gloss? But there was something different in her touch. A rough tenderness now filled her actions.

And I liked it.

Yet, I felt fear. Fear of getting caught by the local police, who always seemed to appear when they were least welcome. I was afraid of going to far, letting go, letting my mind take control.

Tabby was so light, sitting on my stomach. I had skipped dinner to pick her up from work at the new movie theater. It was her first day. When the new theater opened, the old original started showing dollar movies. Today, they were showing one of my all time favorites Close Encounters of the Third Kind.

My stomach growled and our kiss was interrupted by a collective giggle and the catching of breath. Her face was dark but I could see her eyes glowing a fire red.

Something was wrong. I had seen that color once before. It was when the drunk seniors of the rival high school cornered us in an alley, trying to pick a fight with me. Her eyes lit up and I mustered the strength to break us through the crowd. We ran forever and when we were safe her eyes slowly shifted to back to their 'normal' purple hue.

I was alerted to a movement to our immediate left. It was a quiet rustling of branches. Probably just a lonely squirrel.

Leaning over to resume the kiss, the shuffle came closer and Tabitha's head snapped to the left.

Following her gaze to the bushes around us, I saw a pale, human figure staring at us. Smiling.

It was an alien. Elliptical black eyes, shiny grey skin and stick-like limbs.

Before I could process the unfathomable ramifications of this event, it spoke.

"Who IS this cute boy, Tabitha?"

Huh?

"Hello Cynthia, this is Simon. Say hello."

"Umm, hi. How long have you been here?"

Here I was, talking to my first alien, and I was worried how long she had seen us making out.

"Don't worry, I just got here."

She took a few steps forward. Her movements were jerky but graceful. Almost as if she was gliding.

"Oh, o.k. So... how about this weather?"

I actually said that!

"It's nice."

"Yeah. So... uh, wait a minute! How did you know her name?" I said, looking at Tabby for some encouragement. There was just restrained shock in her face.

"Hasn't Tabby told you anything?"

Both of us looked at her. She evaded our glances with a fake smile and sighed.

"Sorry."

"What does 'sorry' mean?"

"I'm sorry Simon, I should have told you a long time ago, but I'm not exactly your All-American girlfriend."

"So you're from Canada? No problem. I always thought you had an accent."

"No, I'm not Canadian."

I paused, trying to swallow this next thought.

"Does this mean you're an alien?"

She ran her hand through her hair.

"Not exactly..."

I was starting to panic.

"What does that mean?"

"Technically, I'm an alien but..."

I interrupted.

"Technically. Like almost? Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades."

I sounded like my father.

"I didn't want to scare you. I'm like a regular girl. I took Tabitha's body when she was four."

"What were you before that?"

"An alien."

"So, you ARE an alien!"

"No, I'm a teenage girl."

"No, you're an alien."

"No, I'm your girlfriend."

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