Changes Between Us
Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2003 6:47 am
Changes Between Us
It has been one crazy year. I sit, leaning against the counter, contemplating this thought. In one year all of our lives have twisted and turned until we’re no longer sure what will happen in the next minute, let alone the next day.
My gaze sweeps around the place where it all started, where all of our lives changed: the Crash Down. This was where Liz Parker was shot, where Max healed her and revealed the truth about us to the humans. This was where Maria and I shared our first kiss, where we broke up and got back together and broke up again…well you get the point. Yes, this place is full of memories, some good, and some bad.
As I finish my scan of the place, my eyes settle on her. She’s sitting alone in the back booth, almost out of sight, drinking her cherry coke and reading a magazine, oblivious to the people around, not that there are many customers around anyway. She comes here everyday and I watch her everyday. She, too, has become a part of my memory now.
I remember her as a potential enemy and a potential friend. But now even that thought is changing… her curly blond hair, her pouty, red lips, her sweet smile and her blue eyes have all become a part of my memory.
I don’t know when I began to think of her in this way. I think it started when we began to train together but it never really hit me until now. Like I had told Max, she was untrustworthy but now she was all I could think about. Maybe my feelings for her changed when I realized that she and I weren’t really different at all. She was the first person who believed in me, in my powers. She helped me try to bring them under control. She was also trying to adjust to this planet, knowing and wanting to go back to our real home, Antar – just like me.
I often watch how others guys eye her when she walks by in school and on the streets. I have even caught Kyle gaping at her and I have to refrain from punching him down for even considering having a go at her, especially when she is staying with him and his dad. The thought of her living a few steps away from Kyle’s bed upsets me more than I care to admit. After all, she is beautiful. I mean, I’m not blind and I’ll be the first one to admit it…well maybe not out loud, after all I have a reputation to keep.
I also believe that we may have misjudged her. She isn’t as bad as she seems. I know the others are still very suspicious of her, but I think it is only due to the way she was brought up. She never knew what friends and family meant. At least I had an inkling, thanks to the Evans.
I watch her nibbling her straw, stirring uncomfortably, as if she knows someone is watching her. She slowly looks up from the magazine and looks around, finally catching my eye. I hadn’t even realized that I had been staring at her for the past fifteen minutes. Instead of looking away I gaze back at her. Her mouth slowly lifts into that sweet, irresistible smile.
My breath catches as I involuntarily begin to get up. I can’t help my self as I walk slowly up to her table, my eyes still locked onto hers. When I reach her table I stand there foolishly, not sure what to do. She silently looks at me, half in amusement, and half in anticipation. Finally, I smile a little and sit down opposite her. She returns my smile and greets me with her syrupy voice.
“Hey Michael.”
“Hi Tess.” I greet her.
THE END
It has been one crazy year. I sit, leaning against the counter, contemplating this thought. In one year all of our lives have twisted and turned until we’re no longer sure what will happen in the next minute, let alone the next day.
My gaze sweeps around the place where it all started, where all of our lives changed: the Crash Down. This was where Liz Parker was shot, where Max healed her and revealed the truth about us to the humans. This was where Maria and I shared our first kiss, where we broke up and got back together and broke up again…well you get the point. Yes, this place is full of memories, some good, and some bad.
As I finish my scan of the place, my eyes settle on her. She’s sitting alone in the back booth, almost out of sight, drinking her cherry coke and reading a magazine, oblivious to the people around, not that there are many customers around anyway. She comes here everyday and I watch her everyday. She, too, has become a part of my memory now.
I remember her as a potential enemy and a potential friend. But now even that thought is changing… her curly blond hair, her pouty, red lips, her sweet smile and her blue eyes have all become a part of my memory.
I don’t know when I began to think of her in this way. I think it started when we began to train together but it never really hit me until now. Like I had told Max, she was untrustworthy but now she was all I could think about. Maybe my feelings for her changed when I realized that she and I weren’t really different at all. She was the first person who believed in me, in my powers. She helped me try to bring them under control. She was also trying to adjust to this planet, knowing and wanting to go back to our real home, Antar – just like me.
I often watch how others guys eye her when she walks by in school and on the streets. I have even caught Kyle gaping at her and I have to refrain from punching him down for even considering having a go at her, especially when she is staying with him and his dad. The thought of her living a few steps away from Kyle’s bed upsets me more than I care to admit. After all, she is beautiful. I mean, I’m not blind and I’ll be the first one to admit it…well maybe not out loud, after all I have a reputation to keep.
I also believe that we may have misjudged her. She isn’t as bad as she seems. I know the others are still very suspicious of her, but I think it is only due to the way she was brought up. She never knew what friends and family meant. At least I had an inkling, thanks to the Evans.
I watch her nibbling her straw, stirring uncomfortably, as if she knows someone is watching her. She slowly looks up from the magazine and looks around, finally catching my eye. I hadn’t even realized that I had been staring at her for the past fifteen minutes. Instead of looking away I gaze back at her. Her mouth slowly lifts into that sweet, irresistible smile.
My breath catches as I involuntarily begin to get up. I can’t help my self as I walk slowly up to her table, my eyes still locked onto hers. When I reach her table I stand there foolishly, not sure what to do. She silently looks at me, half in amusement, and half in anticipation. Finally, I smile a little and sit down opposite her. She returns my smile and greets me with her syrupy voice.
“Hey Michael.”
“Hi Tess.” I greet her.
THE END