My best friend is a Plutonian

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Beyond your imagination.

Submitted: August 20, 2009

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Submitted: August 20, 2009

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I sit in the shade of a tall mango tree, green rays peeping through the many tiny spaces between the leaves. A warm breeze blows constantly around me, rustling the pages of the book I read. The story, based on an alien discovery deception, humors me. I conclude that the author’s lack of inclusion into the world of extraterrestrials is the explanation for his laughable description of what the government agency tried to pass of as space creatures.

I’m just about to turn the page when someone slumps down beside me and sighs tiredly.

“Seriously? You’re reading that book again?” he combs long fingers through thick, dark brown hair. The dye does little to hide the natural silver, his hair would glitter no matter what brand of dye he uses.

“Large bugs? It’s seriously hilarious! I mean, you freaky alien people look just like us,” I smile, “Except for that grey hair and scarily-pale complexion!”

“Hey! Its platinum, and its sexy!” he defends jokingly.

“Sexy, yet you hide it the best you could. Yeah right!” I close the book and tuck it into my bag, “but honestly, Dan Brown is an awesome writer and Deception Point is—”

“So fake? So unbelievable?” the Plutonian interrupts me, “Whatever, we both no that you’re the aliens and that I look nothing like any insect!”

I’d met Jacob (his real name is freakishly long and almost impossible to pronounce so he’d decided that he wanted people to call him Jacob after the shape-shifter from Twilight) only months ago and found out that he was from Pluto only weeks after. His family reminded me of that Disney show, Phil of the Future. His bedroom was always so cold that I never went in there, but their bodies could adjust to any temperature. Imagine a cute boy walking around in the mall in a suit like Freeze (from Batman).

We sit under the tree and Jacob talks about the things that he likes about Earth: the beaches, the sports, the girls. I stop listening halfway through since I’ve heard it all before. When he’s no longer sweaty and tired from tennis practice, we hop into the green van that his parents bought him (I’d tell you the model and make if I had any clue as to what it is) and headed home.

“That’s one more thing that I like about your planet,” he says as he adjusts the volume on the stereo, “the music kicks butt.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” I agree, “But your taste sucks big time! Soca? Come on!

He drops me home a half hour later and comes back in about forty-five minutes. I’m supposed to be his Accounts tutor but he rarely does anything productive. After all, he doesn’t really need any help in his studies. He sneaks out my bedroom window and into my neighbor’s, Vanessa, although she thinks that ‘not from here’ means that he’s from another country, not another planet!

Jacob is awesome. He’s smart, cute, talented (tennis), great with parents and best of all, Plutonian. He always gives the weirdest but coolest presents and always tells the funniest and strangest stories. Even though he could be sort of arrogant and too earth-boyish, I’d never trade my Plutonian best friend.

 

 

 

 


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