Out Of His World

Chapter One

      "Kayla, have you heard of this band?" Emma leaned over to me and handed me an earbud. I grabbed it, but hesitated, because I wasn't sure what do with it. She looked at me a bit odd and put it in her ears. I followed her lead and music filled my left ear. Emma tapped her foot to the bat of the music. I did as well, because it was a catchy tune.

     "Who is this?" I asked Emma. She looked at me incredulously.

     "One Direction, of course!" She clicked on the next song, and a slower tempo played. "They're a great band, I'm really into them." 

     "Yeah, they're alright."

     "Just alright?!" She sighed. "No, Kayla, they're amazing. They're all so beautiful and talented and Harry is just gorgeous--"

     "I really like this one," I said, pointing to her phone. "Story of My Life."

     "Hey, so, do you like them enough to go to a concert with me?"

    "A what?" Was this something I was supposed to know? 

    "A concert? Are you foreign?" She laughed. I almost snorted at the irony. "A concert, you know, we'd go and see them perform their songs."

     "I guess that'd be cool," I said, shrugging. "I don't have anything against them." She squealed. I'm assuming in excitement, but I wasn't sure why she squealed, because it sounded more like she was in pain rather than joy. I just gave her a big smile and she smiled back at me. She turned back to her backpack and pulled out a small slip of paper. 

     "Here's your ticket. If you want, I'll pick you up at your house and I'll drive you down. We could even go to dinner before hand, if you want." I looked at the paper. It said this Friday's date at 7 o'clock P.M. on it and a seat number. A24. 

     "What dinner?" I asked, putting the ticket in a safe place in my own backpack. She laughed a bit at it. Apparently the brighter a backpack was, the cooler it was, but my bright baby blue backpack seemed lame compared to her light pink floral one. Where was the line between cool and lame with this group of kids?

     "Burgers, or something quick," she shrugged.

    "Aren't burgers extremely unhealthy?" I asked in total confusion.

    "Yeah, so?" 

    "If they're so unhealthy, why do you people keep eating them?" She looked at me funny and I realized the words I had just used separated me from the human race. I quickly tried to backtrack. "You people, meaning, general Americans. I mean, I'm American. Obviously. But I try to eat very healthy, and I don't get why some people, the vast majority, eat fast food constantly. It's not even that great."

     "I understand, Kayla," Emma laughed. "What an alien idea though, not eating fast food." I froze in panic. What did she mean by that? Was she catching on to me? "I mean, seriously, Kayla! You live in Los Angeles, California. How do you not eat In 'n Out at least once a week?"

     "I've never been there," I said. Her mouth fell open and she put a hand on my forearm. 

    "How have you never been to In 'n Out?! It's absolutely fantastic!" She put her head in her hands for a second or two and dramatically sighed. "It's decided. I'm taking you there before the concert. I'll pick you up at your house at five, okay?"

     "Sure," I said. There was no way I was going to say no, if she says going to this fast food place is so normal. "I'll text you my address." She squealed again. I hope it was not in pain. 

     "Oooh, Kayla, I'm so excited!" And for her, I was too. She seemed to really care about this band, and they were pretty good musicians. They all had a certain appeal to them. Any human teen girl could tell. 

     And any teen alien, too