When It All Came Crashing Down

Chapter 2

I thought I heard the television wrong. 

My skeptic eyes flickered in wonder over to Scott who had his eyes slightly bugging out while the opening of his backpack still sat agape with a book midway through it. I guess you can say that we were both dumbfounded. The difference was that Scott's dumbfoundedness had quickly transformed into joy. I was still shocked, staring at the screen with strong disbelief.

"WE KNEW THEY EXISTED. ALL THE SIGNS, THEY WERE REAL. AND YOU SAID THAT WE WERE PATHETIC LOSERS WHO DIDN'T KNOW WHERE TO PLACE THEIR DISBELIEFS. LOOK WHO'S THE PATHETIC LOSER NOW!" Scott ecstatically bellowed and he hopped, skipped, and jumped about the house while calling up his fellow club members.

You still are, Scott, going the house like some type of rabbit.

I wasn't willing to believe any of this. I didn't want to believe any of this. Eyes still aware of my surroundings, I began to tune out things. The TV, Scott's crazed dance, until I was ignoring everyone and everything. I repeated statements to fuel my denial like a lighter of mantras and had mental arguments.

This isn't real. It can't be real. The riverbeds on Mars are dry. They have no water source.

Who said they needed water?

Let's just assume they are like animals.

If it's not April 1st, this has to be some elaborate, vivid dream. No way in h*ll can 13 years of Scott's alien fanaticism be true all this time.

But... If it is, how long have they been on Earth? If it has been long, how come no ones found a body before? And is there a secret society established all over in alien confidentiality? Where do they come from it happens not to be Mars? Are they even after us?

Listen to yourself, you sound like Scott himself.

Well, since he was right all this time, perhaps it's a good thing...

I had come terms to myself. Aliens were really real. Scott and his friends was right this whole time. And there's nothing any of us can do about it.

Or is there?

I did only the most mature thing I felt I should do, considering the situation. Swallowing my pride, I began to speak.

"Scott, I am sorry for 13 years of taunting over your belief in the not-so mythical creatures we call aliens. It was rude of me to not accept it and move on. And it's with my deepest shame to admit you were right." I thought if I sounded more formal, he's just roll his eyes and keeping doing what he was doing.

Instead, he slowly cupped his hand over his phone, most likely on the phone with another of his own, and smirked at me before speaking with hushed tone, "Bet you feel really dumb now and don't worry about it. You'll have to make it up to me."

I narrowed my eyes at him and immediately raised an eyebrow. I didn't trust this 'making it up to him'. He was mischievous as he was passionate about what he wanted. When he won something, he tended to take it many levels.

I wanted to protest when he held a hand to my face and continued his conversation. My eyes had looked like thin, little discs at this point with all the narrowing. He winked and then slowly walked up the stairs to his room, speaking with a raised tone, sounding to be in an active debate with someone or someones else.

You did put yourself in this mess, just couldn't just shut up and let the boy do what he wanted to do.

I wanted to flop on the couch in exhaustion but I realized I was already on the couch. So I smacked my head against a cushion in frustration instead.