What If I Told You I'm From Space?

...First Date?

I stood on the corner of the street waiting for Celton. Skipping class was nothing new for me, but waiting for a boy certainly was. Just a few minutes past the final bell, and Celton turns the corner and stops next to me. He was wearing the short sleeve Capsule Corp. jacket that I'd always seen him in the last few days, with the black tank top underneath.
"Ready to go then?" I asked the boy. Celton nodded and we began our walk to the sandwich shop that was just a few blocks down the road from the high school. We walked fairly close to each other, but I could see that Celton was really tense about this. I slowly reached out to his hand, and he inhaled sharply as I made contact.
     "S-sorry," he mumbled. Instead of retreating from his hand like last time, I grasped it fully and looked into his golden eyes.
     "It's alright Celton, there's nothing to be nervous about," I tried to reassure him. Celton smiled slightly, and his grip slowly tightened on mine. We walked into the shop and ordered quickly. As we sat down Celton swiftly locked his gaze outside, a second before lightning struck and thunder followed. The rainfall started soon after, and I could have sworn I saw a small smirk on his face.
     "So where are you from?" I asked him. I seemingly caught him off guard with this question.
     "W-well, my b-birthplace is... really f-far," he stuttered.
     "What about where you're living?" I asked. He looked down and I could barely see that he was silently tapping his foot repeatedly.
     "I-I live with Son G-Gohan and h-his mother," he answered. "W-what about y-you?"
     "I live about a mile up the road from the school," I answered. Our food came and we slowly ate as we watched the rainfall outside.
     "What about your parents?" I asked Celton. In an instant, his mood sort of soured when I mentioned his family. "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer."
     "It's f-fine, they d-died a long t-time ago," Celton mumbled. I felt bad about bringing that up. Alright Claire, change the subject.
     "So what hobbies do you have?" I asked Celton. Celton swallowed a bite before his fidgeting sort of returned.
     "Uh... I-I practice m-martial arts," he answered. Martial arts huh? Some pieces of the puzzle were falling into place.
     "So is that how you were able to send Sharpener flying?" I asked.
     "S-sort of," Celton answered. I didn't want to pry too deep so I didn't scare him away, so a subject change was due.
     "This rain doesn't seem to be letting up,"
     "I don't mind," Celton said in response. Wait, he didn't stutter? "It makes for great t-training."
     "What's your favorite weather to train in then?" I asked.
     "Thunderstorms. W-wild and dangerous t-thunderstorms," he answered.
     "Isn't that a bit extreme?" I asked.
     "That's why I love them. T-they're unpredictable and a s-show of n-natural strength," he explained. We paid our bill for the food, and sat for a while longer in hopes the storm would pass.
     "W-what about y-y-you?" Celton asked. "What h-hobbies do you h-have?"
     "Well, I mostly just focus on the one class I don't ever skip at school, my medicine class. Other than that, I like to cause trouble," I explained.
     "Y-you painted the gym f-floor, right?" Celton asked.
     "Improved it. Everyone should know Hercule Satan is a fraud," I said. Celton was seemingly on edge now with what I said.
     "W-what do you mean?" He asked.
     "I managed to find the damaged footage of the Cell Games from seven years ago on a computer forum. The Golden Warrior that took on Cell doesn't match Hercule's build. He was much shorter, almost a kid," I explained my reasoning. Celton sort of took a deep breath discreetly.
     "Oh, I remember hearing about the Cell Games," he said. "Must've been some warrior that took that monster down." The way he said this told me he knew more than he let on, but I still didn't want to be too nosy. The boy can barely hold a sentence together to begin with, except...
     "The storm really isn't letting up," Celton said. I looked outside and saw the rain still falling hard. It was almost evening, and by the looks of things, there wasn't much options left for getting home.
     "Well, no point in just sitting here," I said standing up. "Let's get going."
     "W-wait, are you sure you w-want to go out in this?" He asked, concerned.
     "I'm a tough girl, I'll be just fine," I boasted. Celton let his concern show, but soon relented and stood up with me. I took his hand again and this time his tense-up wasn't near as bad, though still present. I smiled to reassure him before we set off for my home through the rain.