Chapter Two
I can’t be seriously liking this guy! “Let me think about it……” I said. “Ok!” replied Karma, smiling. I can’t..no, I won’t, be let down again. Karma left the room, and I climbed out the window. Goodbye; I can’t put you in danger, Karma. My brother would surely kill him if he found out about him housing me. I ran down the block. It was snowing, and I had no idea where I was. And then I saw them waiting for me. The other Mews, my old friend “Bubblegum” in the very front. She ran up and side-kicked me in the stomach. “That’s what you get for betraying the Mews! Affiliating with the aliens!!” I coughed, and blood came out of my mouth. “You make me sick! I can’t believe you!” yelled my old friend.
Karma’s POV
I was asleep on the couch in my living room. I had just offered to protect the pretty little Mew whose brother was slowly killing off my race. Yeah, probably not the wisest decision.
Suddenly, I was awoken by a scream. I raced outside to where the cry had come from, and saw Candy lying in the snow, one arm crossing over her chest. A little bit of blood trickled out of her parted lips. “Candy!” I yelled in shock. I ran over to her. “Is anything broken?!” she groaned at this. “Yes……” “Why is there blood on you?” Candy winced. “Bit my tongue.” I gently touched her body to find the breaks. Some ribs were cracked. “You’ll be ok.” I whispered. Carefully, I picked her up in my arms. She was light, maybe 115 pounds. I walked down the street, about five blocks, then turned left.
After a good twenty minutes of walking, I reached the hospital. And then I realized something. I had flipping ears! Plus, I wasn’t wearing a real shirt. Hey, in alien culture, wearing lots of clothes in considered lying about what your body looks like. Plus, Candy had cat ears and a tail. This was going to be tricky. I asked Candy what to do. She had been asleep again, so she slowly stirred and blinked drowsily up at me.
“I da na, pretend we’re cosplayers?”she mumbled. “Maybe that would work for you, but everyone sees the aliens as hostile!” I hissed. Candy squinted her eyes. “I’m wearing a tank top. Wrap my shirt around yo head.” she said, sounding drunk. She drowsily took off her shirt and put it awkwardly around my head like a turban. I guess I’m perverted, but I couldn’t help myself. I leaned close to Candy’s face and darted out my tongue, brushing her ear. Well, that sure woke her up.
“Pervert! Creeper! Weirdo!” she thrashed in my arms. “Shall we go in?” I asked. She glared up at me. So delicate. “How old are you?” she demanded out of the blue. I was a little surprised at her question. “Uh, gee, I don’t know. Maybe seventeen or eighteen?” Candy pouted. “I’m only sixteen.” Oh. Maybe I’m a cougar, then. She’d calmed down a little, so her ears and tail had disappeared. We walked into the hospital, and Candy was checked in. I carried her into the elevator, still holding Candy and wearing that ridiculous turban.
The music in the elevator was playing, “Mirrors” be Justin Timberlake, which was strange, because, you know, it was an elevator. It was….really awkward. How come before I told her my age, she was ok? Maybe she liked me? We just met! I looked at her and caught her staring at me. We both blushed and looked away. I felt guilty about her getting hurt, because I had known that the other Mews would try and hurt her if she affiliated with me. I should have watched her more carefully. My thoughts were out of control. How would I pay for trip? I would probably just use the alien's bank account. Did they even have a bank account?
My thoughts were cut off when the elevator stopped and the door opened. A little girl and her mom walked in as we left. The girl looked happy, even though she had a big cast on her arm. She stared at my with huge eyes. "Why are you wearing a shirt on your head?" she asked. Candy laughed. It sounded like a chipmunk, which made me laugh. The girl laughed too, and then her mom was laughing and I ran out of the elevator so the door wouldn't squish us. I brought Candy to her room and lay her on the white bed. She was conked out again, and I was almost tempted to draw a mustache on her. Or a goatee. No, never mind, the drool from her mouth would smudge it.
