I lay down in the grass, ignoring the itching on my arms and legs. The sunlight is so bright that I can see it though my eyelids as a red blur. I hear Chris laughing in the distance as he splashes in a nearby creek and I feel myself begin to smile. Everything's perfect at this moment, and it's wonderful.
I've been here for about a month now, and I've learned quite a bit more about Chris. All of the men in his family have gone here ever since it was established as a school, and there's even a wing of the school named after them.
I've been happy here, and I've had pretty good grades. The bullies haven't been mean to me or Chris since the first day of school, but I'm sure that won't last long.
I open my eyes but immediately squint due to the brightness of the sun. I sit up and put my hand up to shield my brown eyes from the light. I turn to look for Chris, but I don't see him. I stand up and begin to walk towards the creek when I hear a blood curdling scream echo out of the trees.
"Chris?!" I yell, before dashing at the woods. I wade through the creek without bothering to take off my shoes and run into the woods.
"Stephen!" I hear Chris' voice call out, leading me in the right direction. I follow the path of Chris' voice until I find him. The first thing I see is Chris' old 'friends', who have tied Chris to a wooden chair.
"Hello Stephen," says one of the boys, the one holding the blade to Chris' throat.
"You bitch," I growl, clenching my fists.
"Woah there," one of the boys says, holding up a gun and pointing it at me.
"Why are you doing this?" Asks Chris, nervously looking down at the blade that's lightly touching his neck.
"We can't tell you that," chuckles a boy with curly brown hair. He snaps, and the boy holding the blade pushes it harder against Chris's skin. Chris lets or a strangled cry as a small drip of blood trails down his neck.
That's the last straw. I reach into my pocket and pull out a knife of my own, throwing it at the curly haired leader of the boys. I aim for his leg, but miss horrendously as it hits him in the center of his chest. He takes a few steps back, face frozen in shock, before grinning at me.
"Just kidding!" He pulls the knife out of his chest and throws it to the side.
"But- but-" I stammer. He should be dead! How is he still alive? The boy walks up to me, no blood dripping from his wound. He reaches up and touches his hand to my cheek.
"Humans, you've always been pathetic. I always find it amazing how you care for one another so much." The boy says, and begins to stroke my cheek with his fingers. I try to pull away from him, but the fingers on his other hand wrap inhumanly tight around my wrist, and I find myself unable to move.
"Let go of him!" I hear Chris call, causing the boy in front of me to chuckle.
He turns around, not letting me out of his grasp. "Let's take them to the ship," he tells the other boys, who nod. One of them begins dragging Chris and the other one gets me. They stop when we arrive at a clearing. They turn at us and hit us in the head.
•••
My eyes flutter open and I drowsily rub them. I peer around to see a strange room. It's small and cramped, similar to a prison cell. They have all the necessities, beds, a toilet, and some plates of food. I see Chris in the bed next to me and I shake him awake.
"Chris! I think we've been kidnapped by aliens!" I shout into his ear. He sits up abruptly and looks around, before pointing at me and laughing.
"What're you wearing?" I glance down at myself to find that I'm wearing a blue and green spandex suit.
"You're wearing one too," I say.
"True," says the redhead. "And what was that you said about being kidnapped by aliens?"
"Well, they can't be killed and we're apparently in a ship of some sort."
"Oh." Chris crosses his legs on his bed and looks down at them. I sit next to him and put my arm around his shoulders.
"It's gonna be okay," I try to comfort him. "We can find a way to get out of here."
"Really?" Asks Chris, staring into my dull brown eyes with his energetic green ones. I squeeze him closer to me.
"Yes, I promise." I hear the redhead boy yawn.
"Maybe we should go back to sleep," I chuckle, and Chris nods sleepily. I stand up and lay back down on my bed again.
•••
I awake with a comfortable warmth at my side. I turn my head and see Chris snuggled up next to me, clutching my right arm like it's a teddy bear. The sight of a peaceful Chris makes me happy, so it saddens me to wake him.
I push on his side gently to try to wake him up. "C'mon Chris, we should eat." Chris groans and rolls over, so I pick him up and drop him back on the bed, causing him to scream. I laugh and grab our meals. I rest one on the small table beside Chris and begin to eat the other.
The meal isn't something you'd find on Earth. It's a grayish mush, with chunks of pink things floating in it, and it doesn't taste very much like anything. I shovel the unappetizing food down my throat, and Chris finishes soon after me.
"I gotta piss, so look away." I tell Chris. He does as I ask and I do my business. I zip up my strange suit as a guard approaches our cell.
"Shower time." The guard says emotionlessly as he unlocks our door. He leads us to an empty room consisting only of showers, toilets, and a few sinks.
"Fifteen minutes," the guard says before leaving the room. I sigh and begin to undress. I look at Chris to see him stiff and unmoving.
"You okay?" He looks at me and nods.
"Just... I'm not used to showering in front of other guys," He lets out nervously.
"It's okay," I say while playfully punching his shoulder. "It's just me." He nods once more before slowly undressing.
"Ten minutes!" I hear the guard call from outside. I grab one of the rough, dirty, towels crumpled by the door and set it next to a shower before stepping in. How do they fit all this in a spaceship? I shrug it off and let the warm water pour over me. Once I feel clean enough, I step out and begin to dry off. I notice Chris awkwardly avoiding eye contact as he also dries his body.
"Two minutes!" I dash over to my bodysuit and struggle to slide it onto my still damp body. Once it's on, though it fits rather uncomfortably, I help Chris with his.
"Thanks," I hear him mumble just loud enough for me to hear. I smile at how adorably awkward he is.
"Time to go," the guard says, barging in. He leads us back into our cramped cell and I flop down onto my bed.
"Are we just supposed to do nothing for the rest of the day?" I shrug at Chris' question.
"I wish we at least had some books or something." Says Chris as he stares up at the slightly moldy ceiling.
"Or my guitar." Chris nods but doesn't say anything. I turn all the way to my left and stare at him. I've developed quite large crush on him, so I find myself doing this occasionally. The way his thin arms curve up and his hands rest under his head as he lays down.
We lay like this for awhile before we start to hear a familiar sound.
"That sounds like-"
"My guitar!" I swing my legs over the shade of my bed and dash to the door. I peer out the small window near the top and see a guard strumming a guitar that is obviously mine. I recognize the sticker covered case that he's sitting on.
"Oi prick! That's my guitar!" The guard looks away from the delicate instrument and up at me.
"Give it back!" I call as he stands up and leaves my field of vision.
"Damn it." I sigh, sinking down to the floor with my back to the door.
A/N
Just so ya know, the next chapter will be in Chris' P.O.V.
