Hi Barbara!
I’ll… ‘have’ time for one more.
I take a short break from carrying boxes and watch the fading light as dusk settles above the city.
And now I’m imaging him as a delivery guy. And Cat is probably imaging him as a UPC delivery guy, completely with shorts and short sleeves that show off his developed thighs and biceps.
What?
Lois is too young, and we need to substitute her somehow. It wouldn’t be LnC without a female protagonist being inappropriate over the male protagonist.
Tonight I have to tell Lois that I can't visit her anymore.
She’s not gonna take it well.
“Hey, Kent, stop staring, start working,” my boss bellows. “These boxes ain't gonna carry themselves upstairs.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
Hmm… this sounds a bit like Perry.
Nobody is going to look twice at the guy who helped them move.
Oh.
As I enter the house, I find the staircase blocked by a couple of men struggling with a sofa that didn't fit into the elevator.
Aaaaand we’re off to a rescue.
Gripping my boxes tighter, I try not to think about how much easier it'd be if I carried the monstrosity alone.
For future reference: when he gets a job as a henchman, he should refrain from referring to the female reporter in such terms. It might be detrimental to his health.
It's almost as if I have been sent here to make her smile.
That's nonsense of course.
I am the sole survivor of a world that died years ago, light-years away. My single purpose in this world is staying alive. What for, I don't really know.
Given the …slight gap, after reading this, now I know how this works:
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E.T.
And then I will start studying for my GED, work hard to get a scholarship, go to college and make good use of the freedom my eighteenth birthday granted. I won't dwell on how said birthday also enlightened me on how little I actually belong here.
Because he started to float? No, he already flys. So…?
My birth parents sent me here to survive, but there has to be more to life than just making it to the next day.
Well, this depends. For instance, if you are a guest at Lex’s alpine spa…
“Yes.” I let out a slow breath. “But this will be the last time. It's not okay for me to visit you when your parents don't even know about me.”
Yes, it might…cause issues.
A frown appears on Lois’ forehead. “But I told Mommy and she said it was okay.”
I stare at her. “What?”
“It's ‘beg your pardon’, not ‘what,’” Lois corrects gently.
I want to ask her, but she already continues, “I told Mommy that one of the ‘Lost Boys’ visited me and told me stories about Neverland. And she said, 'That's fine, sweetie.'”
Which is why you shouldn’t let a drunk watch your child in the park.
I can't stifle a sigh. “I don't think your Mommy understood that I am real. She believes you made me up.”
“I didn't make you up.”
Yes. Indeed!
To your Mom, I’d just be a stranger. What did your Mom tell you about strangers?”
They offer wine?
“That I shouldn't talk to them or go with them,” Lois replies automatically. Then she pauses and I can see realization dawn on her face. “Oh!”
Yes, he’s a stranger-danger. You should gift him a green rock.
The lump in my throat is so thick, I don’t think I can breathe. “But that doesn’t give me the right to visit you without their knowledge. It’s just wrong.”
Yes. Also, poor guys!
I hang my head, because I don’t really know an answer to that. On some level, it doesn’t feel wrong. I want to be her friend, I want to be there for her and dry her tears when nobody else does. I would never hurt her, so why is it wrong, indeed?
In the middle ages, they often did marry off children to … elderly people.
“I know you’re not a bad person.” She blinks back the tears that still moisten her eyes and gives me a watery smile. “Please, promise that you’ll come back when I really need you, okay?”
So, wait about 13 years until she’s both of age and in mortal danger?
“Do you need fairy dust to fly?”
No, just a happy thought.
Still sweet. Still heartwrenching. Very nice Friday offerings!
Michael
