E.T. Skrillien Ch.3Joel had a restless sleep that night. He kept seeing Sonny's face before he shut the door on him. Hurt, confused, and something he could place. Betrayed? He couldn't believe that, from only knowing the boy for a few hours. Then again, he had been the first human he had met, so that could have installed some sort of trust in him. He tossed and turned in his bed while storm clouds churned above the apartment complex and lightning split the sky. Rain splat against the tarp he put up where the glass door had been smashed, and the sound resonated inside his skull like a marching band. He clamped his pillow over his head and tried to drown out the sounds and the image of Sonny alone in the rain. A particularly close strike of lightning illuminated his house and abruptly made his sit straight up, gasping like he was awakened from a nightmare.
"Dammit." He cursed throwing on a coat.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit." He swore his way out the door and down the stairs of the building until he saw
E.T. Skrillien Ch.2Joel paced his house, incessantly running his thin fingers through his hair.
"There is an Alien in my house. Fantastic. I can deal with this." He murmured to himself as his bare feet slapped upon the linoleum flooring of his kitchen. Said Alien was sitting cross legged on the couch, lightly petting the Black and white cat that had returned from his nap in Joel's bedroom. Sonny made a low, rippling noise in his throat that sounded like he was mimicking the feline's purr. Joel winced at the sound, glancing at his cat in the strangers lap.
"His name's Meowingtons." He muttered benignly, Taking a break from his pacing and leaning on the counter.
"Meowingtons." Sonny smiled at the name. Joel couldn't help the fact that his heart fluttered when the alien boy smiled, even if it wasn't at him. Sonny continued to make the purr-like hum while Meowingtons stretched out on his lap. Sighing, Joel plopped down next to the pair, smiling awkwardly. He leaned his head and knocked it against
E.T. SkrillienJoel fumbled with his keys, his fingers numb from the cold. Cursing, the ring fell from his hands and clattered to the ground. He kicked over his groceries accidentally, causing his house keys to skitter across the concrete. He ran his fingers through his short hair impatiently, trying not to freak out. He lost his last job, again, and barely making enough money to stay in college, he began to dread waking up. Joel managed to get a hold of his Keys and opened his apartment. It was nothing special, one bedroom, one bath, a connected living room and Kitchen, and a broken glass door leading to the 4th floor balcony. Joel did a double take. The glass from the backdoor was littered across the carpeted floor and slightly wet from what he could only assume was midnight dew. He normally wouldn't be disturbed by this, although he was living in a rather sketchy neighborhood, he lived on the fourth floor and his door was still locked. But it wasn't the glass that disturbed him, it was IN the glas