Light Years Away

"What is Bonehead?" "Peter Quill."

I gasped, staring wide eyed at him.

"What?" He mouthed to me. I clenched my jaw, standing up slowly, walking towards her.

"Hi, Bereet. I'm Amelia, I'm a friend of Peter's." I smiled, pulling her up. She pulled the shirt down a little more, trying to cover up.

"Here, let me get you something, you probably haven't eaten anything yet." I said, leading her to where the kitchen is. As we walked, I shot Peter a glare, who looked at me apologetically.

"You say friend of Peter's." she started, her accent thick. I nodded, shuffling beside her, my back was on fire.

"Do you mean intimate friend?" She asked, looking at me. I blushed, shaking my head. "No," I coughed in discomfort, "Um, I've know him my entire life, I grew up with him."

"So I do no wrong?" She asked worriedly. I shook my head, smiling lightly. "You've done nothing wrong."

I showed her where the food was, and told her she could have and make whatever she felt like.

"I'll be back in a minute, I have to change real fast." I said. She nodded, leaving me to shuffle to a washroom.

I cleaned the mud off myself and our of my hair in the sink, then made my way to my room. I peeled my soaked shirt and pants off of my shivering body, drying myself off. I gently felt my back, raised lines and some bumps running under my fingertips. I slowly, and a bit stiffly, put dry pants on and a tank top.

"Amelia?" Bereet called from above. I walked over, accepting the cup of coffee she held down.

"Thank you, Bereet." I smiled to her. She smiled back, handing hers down so she could climb.

"How are you feeling?" She asked me. I gave her a quizzical look. "I'm fine, why do you ask?"

"You looked hurt, let me see?" She asked. I took a sip, nodding. I turned around, letting her inspect my injuries.

"Bruises, I fix it."

"You don't have to." I told her. She shook her head, smiling. "You show friendliness. I help you."

I shrugged. "Alright, I'll go get the first aid kit." I said. She nodded, sitting on the bed as I slowly climbed the ladder.

"Lia, you around here?" Peter called.

I pondered whether to stay silent or not, eventually shouting that I was in the kitchen in a reluctant tone.

"What are you doing?" He asked a distance away.

"Grabbing the first aid kit." I told him, closing the cabinet. I opened the little box, making sure everything was there.

"Holy shit, Lia." Peter gasped. I turned to him, a look of shock on his face. "You look horrible."

"Gee, thanks."

He shook his head. "No, your back. It looks bad."

I turned in the mirror, my back decorated with dark red and purple bruises. My jacket protected my skin from being completely torn apart, but I got quite a set. "Eh, could be worse."

"I doubt that." he said, walking over. I closed the kit, trying to walk back to my room. Peter stepped in front of me, blocking my way.

"Excuse me, please."

"What's wrong?" He asked. I raised my eyebrow a bit. "Nothing."

"Why won't you sit in the same room with me for more than 5 minutes?"

"Because I've been busy." I told him, squeezing past him.

"Amy, wait." he called, grabbing my hand gently. I turned to him.