Two and the Last Year on Earth ✓ [humor, sci-fi, romance]

Act 13: The Right Thing and Pineapple Pasta

Clearing her throat, Two began. "Any shooting star wishes were only for the one who has the lizard green eyes. I will never let my constellationous heartbeat churn for the wrong being knowing what penalties will come once I embark back on the wormhole journey to Stellagaza on the last able year for Stellenai."

She held her breath as the Stellianorigin glared at her. "PTP for luring the moth into the light. Lizard green eyes for luring in the one now full of fright."

"Fright only now when I have visioned the truth of the current possible future on the White Rainbow Train."

"Lessons that children learn of a hot summer."

Two bit her lip. She refused herself to feel anything more for Jarid. They would and always will be just friends. She took a deep breath and said, "The summer is winter in the blink of an eye."

"PTP says goodby—"

"Leave the pineapples and fun if I must promise to leave the other one before the time for wormhole travel comes around." Two bit her lip as the Stellianorigin considered her proposal. Genji looked as confused as ever and Two knew she would have to explain everything to him later. At last, the Stellianorigin nodded her head and let Genji go. He came to join Two, rubbing his wrists and furrowing his eyebrows.

"Creativity fun shall continue until the down of the sun and then they are on their own two feet to continue my treat. And the memory of a hot summer shall be the coins for a ticket home." The Stellianorigin walked up to Two and pressed her cold, icy fingers against Two's lips, sucking out the memory of Jarid's kiss. The Stellianorigin gave a shiver as the sensation transferred onto her own lips and then a single snowflake came out of her mouth and melted onto the ground. The sensation of Jarid's kiss forever gone.

The Stellianorigin nodded and said, "The year must be done with the preciseness of sharp pasta."

"Yes, it will," Two responded and the Stellianorigin disappeared.

"She's gone?" Genji stared at the spot the Stellianorigin just stood. "Thank the stars and everything else! What were you talking about? Was that Creative Code?"

"Well, we've just saved your wings from being snipped." Pentip scowled at Genji. "You should be grateful."

"Wings? I don't have—"

"Alright, everyone is good?" Two stopped Genji from saying anymore. He was a complicated case as it was and Pentip didn't need to get involved anymore. They had their own Creative problems to deal with anyway.

"Thank you Pentip, for helping." Two smiled at Pentip who grunted.

Two nudged Genji and he mumbled, "Thank you, er, Pentip. So, what did happen?"

"I'll tell you on the way back. Pentip, you don't have to stay. See you again."

"Good luck," Pentip called back as they waved and ran off.

It took a good five minutes for Genji to finally get what had happened. It was understandable though because he barely had any Stellagaza life before so he wouldn't know all the irregularities called Creative Code that were expected to come out of the mouth of a Stellianorigin. Stellianorigins were the most creative a Stellenai could get before going insane. They barely held themselves together and it was always a wonder why they didn't actually go insane. Two knew she would have.

"Bloody hell," she said in her accent. "They sound weird and all but they sure are sneaky."

Genji took her hand. "So, you and I, we can be a thing?"

Two rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, you can say it." It wasn't like they were teenagers anymore and found the romantic words embarrassing. "Go on, say it."