Frerard OneShots (finished)

XIV - Hesitant Alien

Bang!

I sat up quickly, looking around my room when I woke up by a loud crash. Wiping the drool from the side of my face, I stood up, looking outside my window. And then I saw it - Nothing. There was exactly nothing in my backyard.

Shrugging it off, I went back to sleep, too tired to worry about stuff like that. It was probably just my dog.

When I woke up a few hours later, (almost) ready for work, I stumbled into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I got stopped when I saw someone sitting on the floor in said room, though. The person had bright orange hair and wore a fucking suit - why did they wear a suit? We were in New Jersey, not fucking Hollywood. Their legs were crossed and they sat on the tiles. Why were they sitting in my bathroom?

"Hello," they said and looked at me with confusion in their hazel eyes.

"What the fuck, dude? Why are you in my bathroom? And how did you get in?" I was too tired to kick them out immediately.

"Crashed," they explained shortly and I looked at them with my tired eyes and a risen eyebrow.

"You crashed? What are you, an alien?" I joked and snorted at my own pun.

"Yes," they said and I blinked my eyes three times.

"What?"

"Ship crashed," they said, standing up. They were a few inches taller (that was actually no surprise since I'm a twink) and their leather shoes clacked when they hit the tiles on the floor.

"Your ship crashed?" I repeated, not really believing my ears or eyes. They couldn't be an alien, could they? Nah, probably not, there wasn't a thing such as aliens. Right?

"Yes. Hungry," they mumbled, walking past me and to the kitchen. I had to think about the situation for a second and snapped out of my daze when I heard another crash. Running into the kitchen, I noticed that my dog - Sweet Pea - was walking around nervously. Was she nervous because of the stranger in my house or because they possibly could be an alien? No one knows.

"What are you doing?" I asked when I saw the redhead crouching on the floor, looking into a cupboard and throwing the pots and pans carelessly around. They were making much noise and it hurt my ears.

"Searching food," they answered without looking up, having thrown out every pot and moving on to a drawer.

"That's not where I store food! Look, buddy, sit down, I'm gonna make you something to eat," I sighed, leading them over to the kitchen table. I was careful not to touch them, if they actually were an alien, they could be dangerous if I touched them.

They sat down without struggling and followed every move I made with their eyes. "So, you're an alien?" I asked to make conversation and to be entirely sure they didn't lie. I bent down a bit, stuffing the pots and pans back into the cupboard.

"Yes," they answered again and I sighed. Why did they answer with just one word every fucking time?

"Do you have a name?" I asked in hopes I could get some information.

"Yes," they answered again and I rolled my eyes, shooting them an 'are-you-fucking-kidding-me-look'. They seemed to realize their mistake and made a soft 'oh' sound. "Gerard," they then answered.

"Hello Gerard, I'm Frank," I said politely, hoping they'd know about humans and their gestures, I stuck my hand out to them.

Gerard had this dazed look on their face and their lips were still slightly open. They stared at me, glanced shortly at my hand and then back up at my face. Were they gonna take my hand or not? I sighed.