Chapter One.

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"Jess come on! You said you'd help me!" 

"Seriously we've been doing this all day, and I'm tired. I'm going home." 

You see, my bestfriend Harley here has just moved out of our once shared apartment and into her own, and I've been helping her move all of her shit and her new furniture over here. As much as I lover her, I'm kinda glad she's moving out. I like my alone time, which is something she never gave me. If she wasn't bothering me about something, she was bringing some random guy over to fuck, and trust me, walking downstairs and seeing your bestfriend and some random dickhead naked on the couch is not something I like to see. 

But as much as I hate her, I love her. She's been there for me since third grade. Whether it was the people at school treating me like shit, or the death of my parents, she was there. And I couldn't thank her enough for that. 

"Alright fine, whatever. You're coming back over to help more tomorrow, though!"

I just waved her off before throwing my light blue hoodie over my head, slipping my black supras on, and heading out the door of her apartment.

Since she had given me a ride there, I have to walk. 

Fuck my life.

I sluggishly walked towards the elevator and pressed the button. After a few moments of waiting, i stepped in and made my way down to the main floor. While waiting i checked my phone for the time. 9:12 pm. And it's about a 20 minute walk to my apartment/condo thingy. Whatever you want to call it. It's actually a condo, but I just call it whatever. The only reason I have the money for it is because of my parents death. They were well.. rich, you could say. And all the money went to me when I turned 18. I don't even have to get a job any time soon. That's how much money they had. They died when I was 16, so three years ago. 

Ding.

I stepped out of the elevator and went towards the door, waving to the person at the desk before walking out. 

The air outside was freezing cold and slightly raining. As usual. It was mid-fall here in New York City, so it could get pretty cold. But I don't mind, I love the rain. I continued walking down the side walk, just listening to the sounds of cars that were a bit of a distance away, and thinking about everything in general. Harley's apartment was on the edge of town, while mine was right dead in the middle, so not as many people were around here. There was the occasional person walking across the street, and there was a group of people at the corner a few meters ahead of me. I quickly rushed past them without a second glance. They looked pretty shady, and I wasn't up for that. For all I know they could have been Lyrans, the agressive type of aliens that are here and they could kill me in an instant. And if they were, I wouldn't have a way of knowing. I don't know how to tell them apart, to be honest. I've never met one and I don't really plan to. Everyone is so interested in them and so obsessed, but I'm not. All I know is that there are a few different types, and they all act different. Lyrans are agressive and dominant. Sirians are completely innocent and loving. They get scared easily. And then there are the Korendians. They're completely 'laid back' and have the most human personality. But I have absolutely no idea how to tell them apart. 

But anyways. Looking around, I realized I was a few blocks from my condo. 

As I could hear the sounds of cars, and people honking, there was another sound that I could hear that stood out to me. 

Crying? 

It sounds like someone is full out sobbing, and I hate it. I hate when people cry, it makes me want to cry too. Following the sound, I ended up in the alley on the side of the library, the crying now 10x louder. Taking a few steps forward, I saw it. The crying was coming from a boy, his face buried in his hands, while he sat on the ground. He hadn't stopped crying yet, so i assume he hasn't noticed my presence yet. I need to help him. I can't leave him here like this, I'd feel terrible. 

"Er.. Hello? Are you alright?" The sound of my voice made him jump, snapping his head towards me. He looked absolutely terrified, though I couldn't see his facial features that well, because of how dark it was. But I could see he had markings, meaning he was an alien. Oh boy. 

He didn't say anything. He just sat there and stared at me, wide eyed. 

I slowly took a step towards him, making him try and scoot farther back, though he couldn't, seeing as he was already against the wall. 

"Hey, it's alright. I'm not going to hurt you." i stated softly. Again, he said nothing. Just stared at me, looking confused and frightened. Maybe he doesn't understand me? 

I sighed, reaching out my hand to help him up. I'm tired of being outside, and I can see I won't find any information on him out here, so I just want to get us back to my house.

He looked at my hand, almost as if deciding whether or not he should take it, before slowly reaching his hand up to mine. Once his hand came in contact with me he gasped and quickly stood up and wrapping his arms around me. Oh, alrighty then

He towers above me by about a foot. Shit. Curse my 5'2 self. 

After trying to pry his hands off me multiple times, I just gave up and started walking with him having his arms wrapped around me from behind. 

What have I gotten myself into?

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A/N: lmao so guys should I continue this or what? Does anybody like it so far? Opinions are appreciated people. Thank you!x 

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