The Difference Between Me and Them

Chapter Four

I walked through the mall, bored out of my mind. Why do I have to be here again? Oh right, so I can keep these humans alive. Why does it have to be my job, anyway?
"Annika! This store is PERFECT! All the clothes here would look AMAZING on you!" Issy says in her normal, frantic manner.
I walk into the store and, I swear it's true, my eyes start bleeding. Ok, not literally. But still. Everything in here is so bright! Purples and pinks and greens! It doesn't end!
"I think you got my style mixed up with someone else's..." I say quietly. Isabelle doesn't hear me. She already has a pile of bright clothes on her arm for me to try on. Ugh.
I try to tell here that bright colors aren't my thing, and on the fortieth try, she finally gets the message.
"Oh... Well, let's try over there then!"
Dear god, is this woman ALWAYS happy?
We make our way out of this store and into one completely opposite. Everything in this store is blacks and dark colors, not neon like the one literally across the hall.
I start looking through things and can feel Isabelle staring at the back of my head. I think she thinks something's wrong with me or I'm goth or something. But I just like wearing dark clothes. Old habit for when I hid in the shadows to keep away from humanity, who were always trying to kill us at the time.
Now, they need us. But it's not my fault that they would still murder us on sight if we tried to join the army or work in any place important to the world in the slightest.
I bought some jeans and a couple shirts to wear. All of them were black and wouldn't draw anyone's attention. The jeans were dark, and I found a nice pair of boots to wear. High-heeled but still versatile.
"Well, there goes our shopping day!" Says Isabelle, who has several bags from many different stores slung over her shoulder.
"Yeah! I say, finally able to breathe. That place smells like bad perfume and worse cologne.

We get back home and I run up to my room. I flop on my be and consider letting my wings loose for a moment. They're getting annoyed by me not using them.
"Hey." Tomas says. I didn't even notice him walking to the door.
"Hey!" I say.
"You're back."
"Yeah."
"How'd it go?"
"Good," I pause "ish."
"She try to get you something that's not your style?"
"Yep."
"She always judges is wrong the first time we go shopping. Don't take it personally."
"Ok."
As we had this seemingly normal conversation, we had a completely different one between our minds.
"Your wings hurt?" Tomas asks.
"Yeah. It's been a couple years since I've kept them hidden for so long."
"Here. Shut the blinds. I'll watch the door so you can stretch your wings out."
I did as he suggested and let my wings loose. He just there staring at me.
"Aren't you supposed to be watching the door?" I ask.
"Yeah, but I'll hear footsteps if anyone gets to the stairs."
"Is there a reason you're staring at my wings?"
"... They're so pretty... You're so pretty..." He blushed after saying that. I didn't know he could blush!
"Thank you." I say, blushing as well. "I'll just put these away now..."
I hide my wings just as Isabelle knocks on the door and walks in.
"What're you two doing up here?" She asks. Crap.
"Talking. Getting to know each other." Tomas says calmly. How is he so calm? All the frickin time?
"Alright." Isabelle says as she leaves the room.
"That was close." I sigh.
"Yeah."
"You okay?"
"Yeah."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Ok..."
"You just distracted me for a second." He pauses "nothing to worry about." he finishes quickly.
"Alright."
After that, we just sat there. He looked at me, I looked at him. Then he came over. he say down, leaned over and gave me a kiss. Not a sloppy kiss, just a peck. But it was my first kiss as a human. I'm happy it was with someone who I can trust.