It's nighttime and Jim sighs as he sits on the roof and tosses pebbles and watches as they hit the surface with a clang and roll off. He leans against one of the many window ledges and sighs once again. Thunder rumbles in the dark night sky, but he ignores it and listens to the conversation inside.
"I really don't know how you manage it Sarah. Trying to run a business while raising a felon like— felon... Fellow! Fellow like Jim." Jim watches as his mother sighs and runs her fingers through her hair.
"Manage it? I'm at the end of my rope! If it weren't for [Name] helping with the inn and keeping Jim company, I'm sure this place would be a madhouse." Sarah sighs. "Ever since his father left... Well... Jim's just never recovered. And you know how smart he is! He built his first solar surfer when he was eight!" Jim smiles to himself. But it soon turns into a frown when he hears the rest of the conversation.
"And yet he is failing school, he is constantly in trouble... And when I talk to him... he's like a stranger to me."
"If you don't mind me interjecting... Maybe he just needs some time..." a little deeper voice interrupts, and Jim looks through the window seeing [Name] sweeping the floor. "I remember when I lost my parents. I was afraid to ask for help and I just aimlessly walked around trying to survive. But Jim also needs you... He just doesn't want to say anything because he knows just how hard you work and how tired you are... he doesn't want to burden you with his problems. I just hoped that maybe I would help him break out of it... but it doesn't seem to work." He sighs and leans against the broom. Jim smiles but it turns into frown at the last statement.
You think you don't help me but you do... more than you're aware of.
He turns back around and sighs. He runs a hand through his brown hair and slumps.
Maybe I should tell him how I feel... but why would he like a loser like me... he's smart and funny... and I'm just the idiot who gets in trouble all the time.
But maybe there is a chance...?
"I doubt it." He mumbles to himself.
He buries his face in his hands, but jolts when he hears something sputter past him. He looks up from his hands and sees an old-looking ship, engine smoking and wheezing as it crashes on the dock. He leaps off the roof, running towards the ship to see if anyone needs help. His heart hammered against his rib cage as he ran across the dock, stopping and knocking on the glass. There was too much smoke to see inside.
"Hey! Mister? Are you okay there? Mister!" He shouts while ceasing his knocking for a moment.
A green hand with big claws smacks the window, and Jim gasps and lets out a startled yelp. Suddenly the glass pops open, revealing the salamander looking alien. A chest falls out not long after and the salamander wheezes and collapses on the ground in pain. The salamander grabs the front of Jim's shirt and yanks him closer.
"He's a-coming!" The salamander manages to wheeze out, coughing. "Can ya hear him?" Jim turns his head to look around in discomfort as the salamander continues, "those gears and gyros clickin' and whirrin'..." Jim tries to back as far away as he can with his shirt still in the hand of the salamander, but his neck just stretches out. "... Like the Devil himself!"
The salamander lets go of Jim's shirt, and he sighs in relief.
"Uh..." Jim awkwardly places two fingers on his forehead, "you hit your head pretty hard, didn't ya?" He asks, as he watches the salamander alien shuffle back towards the broken ship.
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Fanfiction[Name] is a person of many talents. They vary from cooking to his skill with a gun. Early on in his life he left his home planet and put his old life behind him. He starts working at the Benbow Inn, when a nice woman saw him roaming the str...
