The Anatomy of a Shipwrecked Martian

Chapter 1: Rock Music and UFOs

A/N: A whirlwind story I made out of boredom and a lot of sci-fi movies. Not a sci-fi story though. Enjoy! :)

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“Hudson! Would you please shut it out?”

Maggie screamed at the top of her lungs and furiously knocked at her brother’s door. It’s five minutes past midnight and the MacAdams’ home is still filled with an angry banging of drums and loud music. Maggie couldn’t sleep a wink with all the noise going on so she decided to get up and knock some serious sense on her brother’s head.

As much as she loved their mom, she couldn’t help but frown on her enthusiasm to fulfill Hudson’s little rock star fantasies. Look where it got them.

When the only response she got was “Go away” and a deliberate increase in volume, Maggie folded her arms haughtily and shook her head. What an ass, she thought and kicked the door in frustration. Before she could get back to her room though, the door opened, revealing a half-naked Wilson Blevin and his… glorious… six… pack.

“Hey, Mags.” Wilson grinned at her and all Maggie could think of was: Damn you, Hudson, damn you. Gosh was she so turned on with him calling her nicknames and the fact that he’s standing in her brother’s room without his shirt on.

All of a sudden, the noise doesn’t seem so bad after all. Actually, she should just probably join in that little party they’re having and you know, run a finger on those biceps and…

Maggie mentally slapped herself for thinking such thoughts. She was actually kind of cool around guys, especially around Hudson’s friends. That was, until they started to hit puberty, grew taller and became a hundred times more attractive that it became such a hard task thinking straight without throwing yourself at them.

“Will,” she breathed and smiled for a moment before remembering what she came for and frowned. “Hey, can you tell my idiot of a brother—“

“Kicking someone else’s door is so unladylike, little sister.”

Maggie almost cricked her neck as she turned to where her brother stood. How he could nonchalantly point that out and embarrass her like that, she would never know. And in front of Wilson! What a pig-headed, arrogant, A-class jerk. She was about to retort when Wilson said something that made her blush even more.

“Are you kidding me? How can you look at your sister like this and still call it unladylike?”

He gave her a once over and Maggie briefly examined what she was wearing. She realized she was just wearing a blue fitted tank top, short shorts, and a pair of Argyle socks. Goodness gracious! Had she known her brother’s hot best friend is staying home tonight, she would have dressed a more… unrevealing get-up.

She felt herself grow hot and decided to just stare at the doorknob, her face turning beet red at the compliment. Hudson, on the other hand, aimed a drum stick at his friend’s back and shouted, “Because that would be incest, you moron! And stop hitting on my sister.”

Wilson just laughed but Maggie could still feel his eyes trained on her body. So she just stared at the doorknob until she finally got the courage to speak again. Now it’s time for a different approach.

“You know what? Fine. I’ll just tell Terri that she could come over here right now because it seems like her boyfriend is as healthy as a horse and finally cured from pneumonia. Seriously, Hud? Pneumonia?”

She waved her phone in front of Hudson and started to dial Terri’s number. Maggie knows how much her brother hated his clingy girlfriend’s presence. She hated her too but since she was just about to go to any heights just to get her good night’s sleep, Maggie decided to be a good friend to her brother’s girlfriend.