What the Hell is Going On?

"What about the milk?"

Sam started to devour the cookies as soon as they were within reaching distance.

He glanced around, slightly confuse, then asked, "What about the milk?" He noticed Toby's nonchalant expression and was astonished. "You didn't get any, did you? Well, come on, now we have to adventure down stairs all because someone forgot the milk." He said sarcastically. "I guess you can explain who or what you are and why you're here on the way."

As Sam stood from the bed, he glanced at Toby rising with little interest. They walked out of the room surrounded by a eerie silence. Sam lived in a large house: 3 floors, 5 bed, 3 bath. His room however, was in the attic. He had chosen it in hope that he could ignore everyone in his family and pretend they didn't exist. That didn't seem to work. They were on the second floor before anyone spoke.

"So, where is this base you speak of, Neptune or something?"

Toby responded almost immediately in a joking tone, "No, it's on Mars, come on dude, learn your planets."

Toby was laughing at his joke as they walked into the kitchen. He sat down at the dining room table, perfectly comfortable with making himself at home. Once Sam had gotten his glass of milk he sat down across from him, taking a minute to enjoy his snack. When he eventually looked up at Toby, whose laughter was slowly fading off, he realized that his eyes and veins, that the blue only 10 minutes earlier, were now glowing yellow. He also noticed that the color didn't work its way up the boy's neck to his face. Sam took a moment to stare at the strange boy. He was taking his 3rd year of art history in high school and had a suspicion that the colors were related to emotions.

"Yellow: Laughter. Blue: Confidence. Do you change colors according to how you're feeling? I guess that could somewhat makes sense."

Toby chuckled again. "Spot on kid. Good job. I'm impressed actually. Where'd you learn that? We of course have to learn it, but still, I didn't think they taught it in public school.

"I learned the meaning of every color in art history. This school, is it privet? I'm guessing it's on base too right --- and what grade are you by the way?" Sam said thoughtfully. "I would guess Senior, because you're about 18 right?  But I'm guessing you're actually a Junior. That's why they sent you. Perhaps you got held back a year?" 

It was Toby's turn to stare now. "How- how did you know that? Yes. On all of that by the way. I was held back in 5 grade. I was scared to- to- never mind. That's not important." Toby paused. 

"Anyways, it's 12:26 now. 1/2 an hour to convince you to come to base. So, let's get started."