Sugar Coating It (MIB FF)

Chapter 3: Out Of An Alien

Harry left after he had his fill of talking. "I thought your friend would never leave!" Jay leaned back in his chair, leaning his head way back.

"Ain't my fault." I laugh.

He sat up. "You kept changing the subject and kept talking!"

"At least I talked him away." I play with my hands underneath the table.

"At least I know some more about you."

I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms. "Like what?"

"You like cherry hard candy, coffee, playing soccer, and have a knack for being a straight shooter." Jay leaned against the the table.

"Yeah, but I barely know anything about you besides that work for that MIB."

Jay looked at the floor, then back to me. "Do you know a James Edwards?" He asked, looking concerned.

"Can't say I have." I shrug. "Oh, what time is it?" I look outside the nearby windows, it looked like it was starting to get dark.

"About seven. Need a ride home?" He stands up, scooting his chair back.

"Yeah." I get up, scooting my chair into its original position when we first got here.

"You know that pawn shop down the street? I live in the apartment building next to it." I thumbed in the direction as we exit the diner.

Jay turns around as he reaches the driver side door. "Pawn shop? Is it the one where a guy named Jeebs works at?" He asks, furrowing his brows a little.

"'Yeah, should I be worried? Cause he's got like one or two pistols I can use to pop him with." I joke as I make my way to the passenger side.

As I shut the door, and buckle up, I notice a red button on the gear shift. "Jay, what's the red button do?" I ask, pointing at it.

"Don't!" He swats my hand away. He shuts his door. "Do not press that button." He warns in a serious voice.

"Why? Does it destroy whoever is in the driver seat?" I ask sarcastically.

"Ha-ha. I think I have a pretty good idea where you get your hilarious personality. No, that button makes the car go super fast." Jay explains to me.

"That's a little vague, but okay."

He started towards my apartment. Silence filled the air. I look down at my feet. My mind was only on why they were iffy around me. They acted like there was some big secret to be kept from me. I mean, Jay said something about him knowing someone who drinks the exact same drink I do; most people I know hate black coffee and sugar. They rather have coffee and creamer. I couldn't tell what they were hiding. He also just said he knows where I get my sarcastic personality from. Does he know who my father is?

I raise my head as we reach my apartment complex. I exit the car, waving goodbye to Jay. I fix my purse that I haven't token off since I even started the day. I turn around to my apartment building. I look over at the pawn shop that Jeebs has owned since probably before I was born, almost. I walk to the pawn shop.

I open the door, walking over to the counter where Jeebs was cleaning a creamy white vase. "We're closed." He states, not looking up.

"Even for your supposed 'second best customer'?" I sarcastically say as I lean against the counter.

He looks up, with sarcastic smile plastered on his face as he realizes its me. "Oh, hey Kayla. How's it goin'?"

"Pretty good. Know anything about the MIB?" I ask, cocking my head to the side.

Jeebs' smile dropped down. "Whateveh they told cha, I'm not." He shook his head.

"One, calm down. Two, know anything about it?" I straighten up, and cross my arms.

"I know Agent Kay has a bad tempeh." Jeebs answered a little calmer than before.

"Is there anything that you know of that's similar between me and him? Just a random question, by the way."

"Well, yeah, you and him like answers and gett'n 'em outta me." He gave a light shrug.

"Anything else?"

"No, I can't say-"

"Anything else?" I ask sternly.

"You sure do ask-"

I slamed my hands against the counter, making Jeebs jump backwards. "Anything else, Jeebs?"

"You both have bad tempah's, love coffee, and look alike." He cringed and backed up even more.

I blinked at him a couple times. "I'm leaving." I turn around, heading for the door.

"Good thing, too." Jeebs said behind my back.

I grabbed an antique knife, turning around quickly, throwing it Jeebs' head. His head popped like a balloon, green goo going in a small area. I squinted my nose as I watched his head grow back. "What was that for?" He asked before his head finally grew back.

"What are you?" I backed up into the door.

Jeebs was silent for a minute. "An alien." He shrugged again.

I turned around, rushing out the door. I stomped up to my apartment, swinging open the door to my apartment. I take my purse off, dropping it in the floor, and head into my bedroom. My bedroom was a small room, a few feet away from the door, with only enough room to hold two or three people at the same time. It only had a bed next to the wall, and a window overlooking the rood below. I landed on the bed, curling up in a ball.

How long has Jeebs been an alien? How long has that worm thing been under the city? That was was just second on my mind. Jeebs said that me and Agent Kay look alike. Does that mean I'm his daughter, or a coincidence? I hope it was just a coincidence. There are some people I know that look alike. Even like celebrity's. Harry looks like Michael Keaton in a way. But I can't be related in anyway to Agent Kay. No way.

I know that my mother said that my father left in '61, and I was born in January the next year. Tomorrow if I go back to MIB, I'll ask Agent Kay. If he doesn't anything, I'll be okay.

I wake up, early in the morning. I sit up on my bed, rubbing my eyes. I get up out of bed, walking out of my bedroom. I yawn before exiting my apartment. I comb my fingers through my hair as I walk down the stairs. I haven't taken off my yellow shirt, light skinny jeans, or shoes. I don't know if that is good, but I'll call it a one-up for today.

I exit the building, seeing Harry sitting on the curb, in a black long sleeve shirt. He turns around. The front of the shirt has NYPD in bright yellow. "Hey Kay." He stands up.

"Hey H. What you doing?" I ask, sitting down beside him.

"Waiting on you." He answers vaguely.

"For what?"

"I don't know." Harry shrugs. "What do you want to do?"

I stand up. "Can I go in here for a second?" I ask, thumbing at the pawn shop.

"Sure." Harry stands up, ready to come along with me.

"No. I'll go. I just need... I just have a question about a thing I saw." I start for the pawn shop.

"A thing?" Harry mumbles, sitting back down.

I enter Jeebs' shop. He was talking with another customer abut the vase he was cleaning yesterday. I roll my eyes. I stand by the door patiently. After ten minutes, the person leaves. I go over to the counter. "Sorry 'bout yesterday." I bite the inside of my cheek. I don't usually 'I'm sorry'.

"No problem. It feels like I get my head blown off on a daily basis anyways." Jeebs shrugs it off.

"Okay." I click my tongue, and leave.

Harry stands up as he sees me. "What'd he say?"

"He said it wasn't worth anything. Am I sad? No."