Relational Growth

chapter 1

"Don't touch that!" Alice pressed the play button on the Alexa, and here's to never growing up by Avril Lavigne started playing.
I said "Alexa pause the music."
I went back to making the porridge.
Alice looked at me coy.
I looked at her, "What?"
"You don't believe me?"
I looked at her, she was wearing my ski jacket from my vacation to Norway, but the stargazer lily in the middle of her stomach was showing and her breasts were out half out of the jacket.
I stared at her, specifically everything above the stomach. She was completely oblivious. She stared back.
She looked at me. I threw a clementine at her face, "Could you explain to me who you are, and what you're doing in my house completely naked?"
"I thought this was my house?"
"I've never seen you before in my life?"
"No but I lived here, I remember something about twins, then being really...um..."
She gestured to her feet, which I now noticed were covered in dirt. I stared. This would take some getting used to...I stared at her.
"This jacket's really hot. Can I take it off?"
She started slipping the jacket off.
"No...!"
There was knock at the door, I said to her quickly stay here.
I opened the door quickly. My neighbor, Ms. Green, stood in the door, "Nathan, are you okay?"
"Yeah."
There was a loud crash, and what sounded like a grandfather clock falling apart, "Everything's fine."
"Then what was that?"
"I got a cat, on my way home."
"Good for you." She said unconvinced and with nonchalance, "Let me know if gets out. I don't want it near my tulips."
"I got it, I said, and slammed the door. I silent screamed and clenched my fingers.
I ran to the living room, where the girl was putting the grandfather clock back together.
"What did you do?" I asked running into the sparsely furnished living room facing a long backyard.
"Fixing it."
"But why?"
"The mechanism keeping the face turning was off." She said frankly "It was messing with the face."
I looked at her still in the ski jacket. She looked past me, "who are you?"
I turned around my sick mom was in a bathrobe with a nasal strip across the bridge of her nose, "Nathan, why is there a naked teenager with a flower in her stomach in our parlor?"
"Uh..." I raised my finger .
My mom looked at me, and raised her hand dismissively, "I don't care, just make sure she gets some clothes on. I'm going to make tea."
I looked at the girl she looked at me dismissively and stood up. Her jacket fell off, and I raised my hand to cover my eyes.

I ran through clothes in a dresser. I pulled a shirt that said "I Survived a Day in Orkney" and the smallest pair of jeans I had. I put them on front of the girl. She looked at me sheepishly, "they're too big."
"When you're a six'three Scotsman, everything's smaller on everyone."
She pulled them on. They were comically big. She shifted. She walked over to me, and stood on her tip-toes. Her big blue stared into mine, "Why are there red lines in your eyes."
She looked over at a can of Red Bull on engineering desk, "Can I have some?"
"What?"
"Clearly it's give you energy," She said plainly. "I want some."

I shake my head, but when I turned back she was already at my desk through half the can. I crumpled it. My stood open wide. Some of it slid down her slim stomach. I stood there with my mouth open. "I'm hungry."
"I...uh."
She walked toward the door.
"Okay, but I'm going with you."
We walked through the house in the backyard and down the steps that led into the alley. "I'm going to find some place to eat. Worried or not, you can stay or not."
I looked at her aghast as we walked down the alley. I looked at her, "There's a shawarma shop. I'll take you."
We got in the BMW. She got in the driver's side, "I'm driving."
I reached to jangle the keys triumphantly, but they weren't in my pocket. The girl jangled them in her hand. I saw Ms. Green's window curtain shot from the top of her flat. The girl glared in the direction.
I looked at her, "What's your name?"
"Elizabeth. Liz for short."
"Why were you in my house?"
"I tell you on the way."

We stepped into the shawarma, the smell of warm grease filling the air. Elizabeth smelled it, sniffing the air as if smelling it for the first time. Where did this girl from. She stepped up to counter. No one ever came, guess I was their best customer. Everyone underestimated this place, but I know it was worth something. Elizabeth bit her lip. She felt her a foot and half apart, "Can I get one this big."

For the second time today my mouth went a gap. The cashier looked at me, "Sure if your boyfriend's willing to pay for it."

I handed him fifty pounds and sat down. Elizabeth's stomach groaned, "When it going to get here."
"It's been two seconds."
She leaned on the table, catstreching. I looked away for a small girl she sur3 had being tits. I tried to look away. She stared his eyes catlike and reptilian. An Oatesqe smile spread across her face. She taped the table, and leaned across into my face. People at the counter stared and whispered.
"A little space."
"No."
"'Kay."
She smiled the cook's brought out our drinks I drank a Red Bull. Two large beer mugs were placed on the table in front of Alice. She cheered gleefully and downed the first one quickly. It's liquid dripped down her cheeks. WTF. She could go, like holy god.she downed the amber liquid very quickly and fast too. Within half a minute she slammed the mug on the table and started on the other one. The lily on her stomach glowed fed through the shirt. I got around the table and covered her stomach. She slammed the second one down, finishing it, her petite arms wrapping around my necks. Her eyes were like lit matches. The food got set down in front of us. The waiter had a look on his face, get a room.
Alice made a disgruntled sound that sounded like a panther about to charge a water buffalo. He backed off.
"So food," she said. "And then we go from there."
I sat down, "Sure."
I put some Sricha on my gyro. Alice dug into the shawarma which was diminishing quickly.
"So," she said in between bites. "What do you want to know."
"Where you came from?"
"Like I said." I came from your planter.
"That's it."
"I don't where else. I mean you tell me."
"You have my mom's stargazer in your stomach."
"So?"
"So. Where would that come from."
Another beer came.
"I grew in your planter." she downed the liquid quickly. "Into a girl."
"It's a wild assumption, I kno—"
"Sounds logical to me."
"Really?"
"I just downed two beers and a gyro and I'm 120 pounds with no food baby, you got a better explanation?"
"No?"
"Good."
She stretched. She tapped her shoulder. The cook, "you want another?"
"No she doesn't?"
Her eyes glared holes in my soul. A reluctant waiter sent another beer down. Which along with small quarter pint at the bottom was gone in seconds. I looked out the window, my mum's car was being towed. "No!"
I ran out but driver was already down the street, "come bloody on."
The succubus in the over-sized clothe stood next to me, "bummer. Welp, guess we're taking the subway." She walked in the direction of my house, which was close enough to walk to.
"Wait." She turned half-way down the street, I continued, "what about the restaurant.
"I already paid. We're going shopping come on." I looked at her. I looked at the guy in the shop window giving me thumbs up as waned figure turned the sign from closed to open. The fu**, I ran down the street after Elizabeth.