blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 42 - aliens

"Eww, Harry! Stop licking my face," I say in a hushed voice as we walk by a group of onlookers.

After what I'd consider the best night of my life Harry and I have become inseparable. No matter what we are doing we are in constant contact with one another. You could call it a honeymoon phase, if you will, but there's still no label for us.

I mean, yes, we act as if we are couple now. I've given him a huge part of myself and I've gotten a lot back in return, but he still hasn't asked me to be his.

Nor have I asked him.

I feel like we both are just trying to figure this. . dynamic out. Anyways, there is still so much that we don't know about each other.

And for now, that's alright. Walking down the touristy section of Roswell with Harry hand in hand is enough. It's more than I could ask for right now. We've come so far. We left Arizona for New Mexico a few days ago and have been tourist to a perfect T.

Harry continues the action, ignoring my complaints and the odd-looks of others we pass by unfazed.

"Park, look," he exclaims, wiping the spit off of my face with the back of his hand.

"We have to get those."

I look over in the direction he's pointing and the sign reads, 'Tony's custom made Alien protection'.

"You've got to be kidding me?" I mutter under my breath.

This side of Harry is. . . a lot.

I'm extremely happy that he's happy and all, but sometimes it's hard to say no to his wild antics when he's really invested.

Looking down at the fannies wrapped around both of our waists, his 'I love Roswell' visor, and his dorky alien shorts that stop right above his knees, I smile.

"Okay. We can check it out only," I warn.

"Word."

Walking into the little shop feels like walking into another dimension.

All kinds of Alien-based gear decorate the shop. I look over at the tall boy and for sure he's gushing over every little thing.

Didn't he say he didn't believe in aliens back at the spring?

"Parker, dude, come look at this!" Harry exclaims calling me over to a more secluded part of the shop.

I walk over observing a plethora of gadgets. Foil hats, antennae, walkie-talkies, you name it.

When I reach Harry he's holding up a long, cylinder shaped object.

"Look. It's called the anal probe 3000," he proclaims, winking at me.

I feel a blush creep up to my cheeks and look away. He's always so in appropriate.

"That's for our customers that are looking to spice it up in the bedroom," an older man, with a round belly states out of nowhere.

"Interested?" he asks, walking out of a back room with beads hanging down from the ceiling.

Before I can reply Harry answers enthusiastically.

"Very," he beams, smiling over at me causing me to redden deeper. I'm sure I look like a tomato by now. I should really get that checked. I'm not sure if being able to blush this much is healthy. I'll consult a doctor about it.

"Follow. Through here you'll find a bunch of different toys to experiment with," he begins leading us through the back room.

"This wall, specifically, is categorized by the alien alphabet. Here's a copy to familiarize yourself with. Courtesy of the shop," the man whose name we just learned is Timothy hands Harry.

I'm in complete disbelief.

If Harry thinks we're leaving here with any of this. . . stuff, he has another thing coming.

"I'll let you two survey what we have. If you have any questions, please don't be afraid to reach out. I'll be at the front," Timothy announces before heading back to the front.

"Alien orbs," Harry reads on the box of one of the 'toys' he's picked up.

"Sure to satisfy your lovers needs," he begins.

"Ooh, a promise?" he exclaims in mock curiosity.

I-I just can't.

"We are not buying any of this," I say grabbing the box and putting it back down.

"Aww. Come on, Park. You're not the least bit curious to what they do?" Harry asks, milking the situation.

"No, lets go," I say pulling him from the back.

"We're leaving."

I ignore the chat between Harry and Timothy as I drag him behind me. Harry is on another level today.

"We'll be back!" Harry promises, laughing once we exit the shop.

"I have never been so embarrassed in my life, Harold," I say dropping his hand and walking away.

I hear him laughing behind me and don't know why I'm in such a mood.

"Park!" he shouts.

"Park! Slow down," I hear Harry shout out of breath, catching up to me.

"What's wrong, blue," he asks, genuinely confused.

His attentiveness throws me off guard. He takes both of my hands into his, serious now, as he waits for my response.

"I-I'm sorry. It's nothing,"

My swift mood change confuses even me. He must be rubbing off on me in more ways than one.

"I just think I need to sleep."

Wrapping me in his arms, he promises me that we can go back to our hotel and I feel terrible. I don't want to be the one to ruin his time here.

"No, it's fine," I say brightening up for his sake.

"You still want to go to the zoo?"