Alien Outlier

Chapter 6 [Splice]

"Sebastian, Sebastian wake up."

Laciana called out to me, and my eyes opened to see batman in a comic box chasing after the joker. I grabbed the book by its spine and through it somewhere on the bed. I brushed a hand over my face.

"Sorry I knocked out it’s just the ra--" I lost my words when I saw her.

"What?" she cocked her head slightly to the side.

Laciana stood there next to my desk chair with deep blue hair cascading down passed her shoulders. Her bangs swept to the side and tucked under her ear, and had a colorful head band on the top. Her hair was beautiful and it complemented her bluish hues on her back, and her light skin.

"What happened, I thought you said you were gonna leave it black?"

She sighed, "I was but I accidently got it wet, and the black washed out."

"How?"

"In the shower."

"When did you take a shower?"

She raised a brow at me, "When did you fall asleep?"

"Shortly after you went into the bathroom."

"So that whole time I was in there you were asleep?"

"I guess, the rain makes me sleepy ok."

"And I thought I had kept you waiting so long that you knocked out."

"Wait so you took a full blown shower?"

"I didn't mean to but I didn't want to make a mess with the---"

"Okay I don't want to know." My words came out a little too forcefully.

She looked down at her hands which she fumbled with, and sat in my desk chair next to the bed, "Sebastian I'm thinking I should...get my tail removed." She didn't look at me as she spoke.

I looked at it then. It was long enough that it curled into two rings on the floor behind her. The sharp devil shaped end laid on top of the coils of itself. I thought having a tail would be cool. Why would she want to cut it off? How was she going to do that anyway?

"Why would you want to do that?" I finally said

"Because I have to hide it a lot and having it in my back for hours on end really messes up my insides."

She still didn't look at me.

"Do you---"

"Forget about it, I'll deal with it later. Right now it’s all about you." She turned to me then with a smile.

I raised an eyebrow at her suspiciously, and she just gave me a mischievous smile in return, "Its makeover tiiiiiiime." She held out her arms towards me as she said the words.

"What?!"

"I just want you to model some stuff for me." She laid her cheek on her palm, looking nonchalant.

"Why?"

"You see me differently in my natural skin and now I just want to see you looking different for a change. You might like it."

I didn't really get why she wanted to do this, maybe it was a girl thing no matter what planet you’re from. When I didn't respond she got up and strolled to my closet, my eyes watching her. From the back of her head to her curves, down to her ass, and they stayed there. I unconsciously grinned; it still hadn't changed from when I used to think she was a super good looking black girl. It still looked soft and round in her black jeans. She turned and I was still staring, still imagining she had her back to me.