Chasing the Blue Box

4: Smol Bean

 Faith spent the next few minutes trying to keep her heart-rate down. This girl was practically her idol. Faye's look changed drastically since I first saw her. Her New York hoodie was replaced by an MCR shirt, with some sort of skeleton parade. She wore a light, fading blue hoodie with orange words on it. I couldn't make out the words because of greater things needing my attention, like Faith's flailing limbs. I noticed the girl had a faint pink streak in her hair, and I noted that as something to ask about. She wore normal white converse that was tainted with muddy brown bottoms. Her ripped shorts seemed rather short, but was most likely picked to wear so you could see her Nightmare Before Christmas leggings. She had a bright smile on her face and gave a warming short wave. I was searching for any sign of make-up she used, but I was interrupted by Faith's escape. Before I knew it, Faye was sitting on the coach with Faith eagerly standing over her with a notepad.

"Oh my god. You are Faye Alle Neuton, one of the most famous Alien Journalist! You are sitting on my coach of wisdom, and your tracks of mud are on my floors! Im never washing them. Ever."

"Nice to meet you too, Faith Diana Jones," Faye smiled calmly, and I could sense the sign of excitement in Faith's eyes increase. However I felt an odd sense of creepiness that Faye knew her full name. Perhaps she was just using it as pay back for Faith being odd, and calling her by all three names.

"You know my name! That's amazing!" Faith squealed, "can I have your number? Oh! Can I interview you for one of my articles?"

"For your blog? Yes, that would be fine. I do enjoy reading your blog." Faye agreed, obviously avoiding the number part. Despite Faith's additional squeal of excitement, I could sense her disappointment involving her number. I sat across Faye and watched closely to how she moved. Her muscles were relaxed and her back slumping against the sofa. She looked rather comfortable like she's been here a million times. Her eyes were focuses on Faith and the rest of us instead of the decorations of the room like people typically looked at. She seemed the least bit interested in her colourful kittens flying through trippy space posters. So either she's seen these things before which would surprise me, or she was extremely interested in what Faith had to say and the rest of us. Her hands were rested calmly on the back of the sofa, stretched out. Her black hood was over her head and she seemed to be chewing gum. From the smell it smelled like blueberry or grape mint.

"Can I ask why you came here, and where'd you get the gum?" Astrid huffed, crossing her arms. She seemed the least thrilled for her sudden visit unlike the rest of them. Of course she cared more about the gum as well, she was obsessed with gum. Astrid glanced over at me, giving me a "Can you believe these people" look. I smiled and simply shrugged, not wanting to distract myself from the task at hand. 

"Gum is from your sweetheart Rey, and I read Faith's blog and I needed to come here right away. I was reading about the articles of your guardian, and when I realized that Blake- that's your name, right sweetie?" She stopped mid chat, and looked directly at me with her chilling mysterious hazel eyes. I blinked awkwardly trying to snap out of my focus mode, and managed to mumble a yes. Faye smiled and returned to her conversation, "Well, I've been meaning to check on Blake after our run into during the Vorta Masi came."

"The what?" Rey asked, tilting her head. She was obviously in the middle snapping pictures of Faye for her Instagram and taking notes on her clothes.

"That's the one alien you were hunting, right? I watched your vlogs with Justine when you two supposedly visited it's landing spot." Faith drawled out Justine's voice with a sharp edge of jealously, but I wasn't sure Faye caught it. Faith had to get over her fantasies of dating internet celebrities, especially those that lived in America. Or some who may not even like girls, and be straight. Faith was convinced Justine and Faye had a thing, but I had to keep reminding her that there was no solid proof.