What If I Told You I'm From Space?

...What Happened?

     I went to bed that night with Celton on my mind. It still shocked me that I had kissed him before he left, but remembering the warmth he had when we were walking made everything feel just fine in my mind. I didn't want to wake up this morning, but the idea of seeing Celton at school was enough of a reason to get out of bed. I walked my way to school as I usually do, but something was drastically different than yesterday. Along my usual path to the high school, I saw a tree that had been felled in the road. The way the trunk and the rest of the tree had split was a jagged mess.
     "Hey Claire!" I heard Videl behind me. The girl ran up and stopped as she saw the tree too. "Was there a car wreck?"
      "I don't think so, there's no car parts anywhere," I said. The two of us walked away from the tree and parted ways at the school. I walked into class and unusually there was no sign of Celton. I sat down as more students began trickling in, and Celton was among them. I watched him walk in, but was confused. Is he limping? He sat down at his desk below me, but his limp wasn't the only strange thing happening. Normal Celton wrote with his left hand, and based on his current difficulty with his right I could certainly say he wasn't ambidextrous. As the class went on I noticed more and more that something was wrong. His clothes were identical to yesterday, but they were clearly drenched and dirty. The class bell rang and I made my way down to meet up with Celton as he left the room. I grabbed his left arm, causing him to grimace a little as I started guiding him with me.
      "What the—Claire?" He mumbled.
      "Come with me," I told him. As I dragged him to my hiding place in the school he winced with pain with every move. Just based on how his arm felt as I dragged him along I could tell it was dislocated. My hideout was an old janitor's closet that I managed to get a key for by trading him a couple cases of He-Tap. Inside I had a small manga library and a radio with headphones for music. I'd come here daily to skip the classes I hated, which was all of them except medicine. I sat Celton down in the beanbag I had there and started checking him over.
      "W-what was that for?" He winced as I checked his leg.
     "You're clearly hurt, so I'm trying to help you. So are you going to tell me how you fractured your tibia and dislocated your shoulder?" I questioned him. I saw him turn his head a little as I turned back for an old rag and the bottle of whiskey I kept in here for when I wanted a drink. I poured some of the drink on the rag and folded it up.
      "Bite down on this," I told him. He reluctantly took the rag as I readied myself to relocate his shoulder. I swiftly threw his shoulder back into place, hearing him wince through the rag.
      "T-that kinda h-hurt," he mumbled as he spit out the rag.
      "It's not supposed to be pleasant. Now tell me what happened?" I said. Celton turned his head again.
     "...y-you wouldn't believe what I say," he mumbled. This stubborn idiot! I sighed and stood up for a moment to go get something.
     "You're lucky I don't skip my medicine class," I said. "Stay put and I mean it, I'll be back soon." I left the closet and headed down the hall to my medicine class, where I found my teacher sitting at her desk.
     "Miss Claire, you're not in my class today," She said as I walked in.
     "Sorry Mrs. Kujo. I wanted to ask if I could borrow some splinting materials so I can practice a bit more at home?" I asked her. "I know materials are supposed to stay in class, but I promise to bring it back." Mrs. Kujo smiled and went to her cabinet. She pulled out everything I needed and walked over to me with a smile.
     "How about a deal, you come in for the next few days and help me with class prep, and it's all yours," she offered. I smiled and shook her hand easily.
     "I promise. Thank you Mrs. Kujo," I smiled.
     "Run along now dear," she dismissed me and I made a beeline to that closet again. When I opened the door I saw Celton trying to stand up and he fell back down as I surprised him. His face scrunched up as he landed on his fractured leg.
     "Dammit Celton!" I quietly berated him. I set him back in the chair and set to splinting his leg.
     "S-s-sorry," he mumbled. I looked up at him to see the look on his face, and I could tell he wanted to tell me something.
     "Look... I don't care how ridiculous or outlandish it sounds, just tell me what happened," I said to him. Celton hesitated for a moment and I thought he wasn't going to say anything at first.
     "...I g-got into an argument with Gohan, a-and I punched him. I was s-scared of what I'd done and f-f-flew away. I-I passed out while flying and c-crashed through a tree," he finally said. I stopped for a second in shock. He was the one that fell the tree? Celton groaned a little and I locked my eyes on him again. "I t-told you you wouldn't believe me." Silence gripped us both for a minute, as I believed every word he said.
     "...how can you fly?" I asked him after I finished putting his splint on.
     "W-what?" He asked, perplexed.
     "How can you fly?" I reiterated. He looked me in the eyes as I knelt in front of him. A relief washed over him a little, as though he wasn't as nervous or afraid anymore.
     "I-It's something I can do through Ki control," he said.
     "Is that a martial arts thing?" I asked. I leaned closer in as I listened intently to what he said.
     "Y-yeah, by focusing my energy I-I can use it to fly," he said. I was blown away by this idea that someone can just fly. I believe what he said, but I just had to see it.
      "Can... can you show me?" I asked. Celton's eyes went wide a little as I asked what I could only assume was a very secretive thing. I could understand if he said no, I know he has trouble with anxiety so I don't want to...
"Can you help me out to the courtyard?" He asked me. I nodded and helped Celton up, and I couldn't believe that I was about to see something incredible happen. Was this what Celton was hiding all along?