Short Stories: 10-31-18

Arrival

The air was clear up in the clouds. A young man with a black quiff and brown eyes stood wearing all white. He looked around, the sun blaring down on him. He started to hear someone singing; it sounded like his name. He wondered to himself before-
  "Blake!" Gwen hit her friend with a pillow. Blake groaned as he sat up. He gave his friend a glare.
  "Gwen, what the hell," he murmured as he stretches. "It's," he checks the time, "eight in the morning."
  Gwen rolled her eyes and she fixed her hair. "No duh," she replied. "And in an hour, we won't be here."
  Blake got up quickly, as he realized what day it was. October 10th, 20XX. Election Day.
  Typically it was in November, but the mayor decided to change it. It was going to be setup in the center of town, and since Blake was now 18, he could vote for the mayor. He knew he'd choose his father, Robert Hail. Even after the messy divorce, he knew his father was a good man and he would make a good mayor.
  The other guy, George J. Newman was okay, but not spectacular.
  Blake quickly went to the bathroom, and he changed from his pajamas. He put on a black t-shirt with a black leather jacket, black jeans, and white converse. What a colorful outfit, he thought to himself.
  Blake put a little gel in his hair and began to brush his teeth. Suddenly, he heard a high pitch scream, which caused him to get toothpaste on his cheek. He recognized it: Gwen. He quickly rushed out of his bathroom to see Gwen while wiping off the toothpaste.
  "Gwen what happe-"
  Gwen was trying to hit somebody with a bat. Blake ran over and held her arms away. She struggled against his grip.
  The young man stood before both of them. He was tall, with light blonde hair and bright green eyes. His skin paled in comparison to Blake. He was somewhat lanky, and he was wearing a strange black and green uniform.
  "Um," Blake began. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"
  The young man tilted his head as if he misunderstood.
  "I'm gonna get a gun," Gwen mumbled as she runs to the door.
  "Shit," Blake replied. "Stay here, please." Blake ran after Gwen.
  He wasn't sure why he was being nice to the intruder, but he just thought that maybe he was homeless, and he felt bad.
  Gwen ran fast, but Blake was faster as he grabs Gwen's hand. "Wait, alright?" He whispered. "Maybe there's a good explanation for this."
  Gwen gave him a stern look. "How did your mother give birth to an idiot?" She scorned. "Where is your mom anyways? I need her gun."
  Blake shook his head. "She's at work early, remember? Now look, I know he's an intruder, but maybe we could just talk-"
  A loud squeal came from upstairs. The two teens look towards the stairs, and Blake realized it was Madeline, his little sister. They both ran up the stairs and barged into Blake's room.
  They were surprised by the lack of the intruder and the new addition of a dog.
  Madeline was giggling as the dog was playing with her. She scratched the golden retrievers head.
  Blake stood there dumbfounded. He knew there was a human here. Unless...
  He looked long and hard at the dog, until he noticed the dog had green eyes, similar to the human.

  Or not so human.
  This wasn't very possible, but he thought he should try and see. "Hey, Maddie," he walked over to the little red head. Her eyes lit up. "Can you stay with Gwen in your room for a second? I'll bring the dog in a bit."
  Before Gwen could protest, Blake led Maddie to her and they sat on Maddie's bed. Blake closed the door and turned to the dog, who seemed cautious near him. Blake slowly approached the "dog" and sat down. "So," He whispered. "Are you really a dog? Or is there more?"
  The dog was anxious, and it stayed in place. Blake gave it a reassuring look. "C'mon," he assured. "I saw you before. Don't be scared, I won't hurt you."
  The dog looked at Blake, and before long the dog shifted into a human. Or the creature from before that looked human.
  "What are you?"
  "I-I'm a Franza."
  "Franza?"
  "A uhm...a type of 'alien' that lives a little far away from here."
  "Alien, huh...makes sense."
  "You're not scared?"
  "Oh not really." Blake smiles. He was kind of terrified, but he needed answers.    "What's your name?"
  "3-8-18-9-19, or as it's called on earth, 'Chris.'"
  "Chris? You know I was expecting something-"
  "Foreign?"
  "Eh, something like that. Anyways, I'm Blake." He took out his hand.
  Chris looked at it in confusion, before taking that hand into his. They shook.
  "Welcome to earth."