No Aliens Allowed

- Six -

Sunday came and went -- Allen slept over, if you call staying up all night watching movies and educating an alien in pop culture (he didn't understand why people found the Kardashians attractive, or why bae was even a word). He discovered he liked old movies best. He said something really deep and moving about them, but honestly, I was pretty much deadbeat by that time.  

Allen said that without the pill, his body was reacting negatively and therefore was having trouble sleeping, and therefore paced around my room like a caged animal until four in the morning.  

He was gone when I woke up, though, the sleeping bag folded neatly in the closet and the pillow at the end of my bed. 

He'd come over just after breakfast, and we'd gone over to Catelin's house to continue his education, this time with board games. Cas won everything except for Cards Against Humanity which I won because Penn had poisoned my mind and therefore I found everything hilarious. 

Monday dawned bright and early as my alarm clock proceeded to piss me off at six thirty. I rolled out of bed, nearly stepping on Allen and therefore waking him up as well. 

"What time is it?" He asked sleepily, sitting up. 

"Six thirty," I replied. "Why, not a morning person?" 

"Whatever that means," Allen said. "I assume you are referring to the dislike at rising early. So yes. Not a morning person." 

"I call the shower," I informed him. "You always use all the hot water." 

"I enjoy your types of bathing. We have a capsule that harmlessly removes all dirt and bacteria." 

"Sounds boring," I said, pulling out my denim button-down and a pair of black leggings because I was lazy like that. 

"Compared to yours," Allen said, holding up a button-down. "Should I wear just this, then?" 

"Wear the maroon thing sweater thing over it," I told him. "And jeans." 

"Which ones are those again?" Allen said. "The short ones?" 

"No. Those are shorts. Jeans are blue." 

Allen held up the pair of jeans. I gave him a thumbs up, and he looked pleased with himself. 

*****

I ran through the shower really quick, blow-drying my hair while I brushed my teeth, a skill I'd been forced to master. I had finished my makeup and was pretty much ready. I burst out of the bathroom at full speed, knowing I'd be late if I didn't hurry. But of course, Allen was having some difficulties. 

"You're a genius," I told him. "But you can't figure out buttons." He'd buttoned his shirt all wrong so the hem didn't quite line up. 

"You humans make your clothing unnecessarily difficult," he groaned, running his hand through his hair. "I could use some assistance." 

I reached for the buttons, rolling my eyes in exasperation. I was halfway through re-buttoning it when I realized that I was standing really close to Allen who was dangerously close to shirtless. (Yes. He did have abs. Now shut up.) I blushed a little bit and finished the job as fast as I could. Allen was pretty pissed by the time he pulled the sweater over his head, as he tended to get when he couldn't figure something "utterly human" out in seconds. 

I'd also noticed that he didn't really get embarrassed. Sure, he was awkward as hell, but he didn't know it and therefore didn't flush. But he was wonderfully honest which made him really easy to teach. 

I guess I should've been scared at the fact that I'd forged a sudden close friendship with an alien, but most of my friendships happened that way. I didn't really think on it at the time. But I should've.