I couldn't fathom what was happening right in this moment. I hadn't thought that the alien would move fast on his feet when it came to others, but he did. The obnoxiously irritating, rude, crude, sarcastic, and threatening man rushed to my side with his long legs taking large strides to me. I just couldn't hit the hammer on the nail. His long and delicious smelling fingers brushed against the front of my neck, and the nape of my neck as he pulled both sides of my hair back. He held it in a ponytail using his right hand as a hair tie. The bubbling I felt in my belly only steamed up more at his touch, it feeling like acid. An acid that I didn't mind if burned through my skin. This is not normal, none of this. My week has put me in shambles and I think I may be on track to loosing my everlasting mind.

He had pulled me towards a bed of grass and dirt where I remained croutched over, wanting whatever my body wanted to spit up to just come out already. The thought of me not having anything to eat yet constantly roamed my mind. There is no food inside of me, therefore there's nothing to throw up.

I let my lips meet, not wanting my drool to fall from my mouth. He's already seen me with mascara running down my cheeks, I don't want to add another embarrassing instance to the list. I remove my hands from my knees and fan him away.

"I'm fine, Xyle" I say, hoping he'd just move away and not stand here at my eager attempt to pull myself back to coolness, which probably isn't possible given the unknown reason for my sudden sickness.

He doesn't move away. He stays persistent. "Don't want your hair to get all messy. We have a forty minute drive to your new place and I'm sure you don't feel like opening up a new box because of the shower you'll have to take" he tells me. He tightens his grip around my hair, it's like I'm in the clouds.

I close my eyes. A week ago, no one would have been able to convince me that he would be here holding my hair back as he thought I was going to hurl. If anything he'd stand back and probably think about how disgusting I was for embarrassing myself.

"Seriously, I'm fine" I give another lazy attempt to fight him off. He doesn't move. He stays persistent. I don't want him here in the case where something actually does come up. I've already embarrassed myself enough in front of him.

"Would it kill you to have someone help you?" he asks, still not moving from my side. He keeps a steady hand around my hair. To answer his question, yes. Especially someone like him. He'll probably throw it in my face later and I hate when people do that. Whatever they did is no longer genuine if they bring it up.

A small ache begins in my back, probably from the way I'm so hunched over. I rise, standing up straight but he still doesn't let go of my hair. I close my eyes, sucking in a breath through my nose. If I taste something sweet it'll get my mind off of my nausea.

"You really need to eat. Why the hell would you work on an empty stomach anyways?" He grits. Jesus Christ. He acts as if me not eating is causing some major damage to his organs or something. As if he receives physical pain at the thought of my stomach being empty and not filled with food. I say nothing.

I don't want him touching me anymore. I pull away, but at my attempt he tightens his grip around my hair and I wince, coming back to his side so that he isn't pulling as hard. He takes a few steps closer to me and looks down at me with his jaw tense. He's going to ruin his teeth. He'll need dentures.

He only lets me go when Dacre could be heard, his large boots with the chains hanging on the sides, jiggling. I scowl at Xyle before turning to see Dacre with a bottle of water. He gives me a nervous smile as he comes closer to us. "Didn't know what to do so I got this. I hope this makes you feel better. Are you on your period?" He asks. Heavy blush creeps onto my cheeks.

I don't want to answer, not in front of Xyle. Who knows what joke he'll make. I slowly turn to look at him. As if he could read my mind he rolls his eyes before walking away. I turn to look back at Dacre. "Yes, but I never experience nausea. I don't know what that was" I give him the honest truth.

He pulls his eyes away from me and looks far in the distance. He looks back at me again and nods. "Right..." he says awkwardly. I want to question him but I don't bother. "Look. I need to get home, everything is packed into your car. Is there anything else you need?" He asks me.

I shake my head, looking at my car. "No. I'm sure she'll get me where I need to go. Thank you for helping me. Those boxes were pretty heavy" I admit.

He nods and steps closer to me to bring me in for a hug. "Any time, Querida". Our hug is cut short as a loud horn can be heard. I already know that it is no other than the rude man.

I turn to him and he stands inside of the doors, overlooking the top of his car to see us. "Let's get on the road. I have shit to do". Before I can even bite back he's already getting inside of his car and closing the door.

I narrow my eyes before looking at Dacre. "I'll see you soon" I say and he nods before walking to his car. I make sure to give my apartment the final look around before locking the doors and placing the keys under my old doormat. Xyle and I hit the road in our separate cars. I'm not sure if he thought we were in competition to see who would get there the fastest, but he made sure to go at least one hundred miles per hour the entire way. He's lucky we didn't pass any policemen or anything.

Upon reaching my new house, we both exit and he brings all the boxes in before we both take a seat on the floor. I begin to unpack the things that I want on my new coffee table and he takes the box of China that goes inside of my kitchen. In silence, which both surprised and intrigued me, we both did our separate things for two hours before collectively growing tired before we can even reach my clothes or shoes. I didn't expect him to help me anyways, or wanted him to touch it.

"I'll force you to eat if I have to". I look up from my hands to see him sitting at the very end of my new couch. His behind is close to the edge, his legs spread wide and his phone in his hand. I don't know what he's doing but his thumbs are moving.

My eyes grow weak as I shake my head, letting out a faint scoff through my nose. The feeling of being tired has completely taken over my brain and I feel as if I stand I may fall directly to the floor. Yes, my stomach was very upset earlier but now I'm more tired than anything. I don't have the energy to try and argue with him about eating. I'll just lie or give him a lousy excuse.

When I don't answer he pulls his phone away. He clicks the lock button once before shoving it into his right pocket. He pulls his hands to his knees to help him stand, soon adjusting his dress shirt. "Let's go. I just made reservations at a small place down the way. I've only been once but their food is amazing". I pucker up at him, lifting my head completely and raising an eyebrow. He made reservations? I'm too sleepy.

My mind somehow pushes this tired feeling away for a split second. Down the way? Is he familiar with the food places around here?

I swallow down the dryness of that thought, my body oddly reacting. Again, I shake my head, the only difference is that he sees me. "No, Xyle. That's really nice but I'm tired-"

"That wasn't an offer. You should change your clothes. Your blouse is nice but you need to be formally dressed" he says, barely even giving me time to react to him cutting me off mid sentence. He walks towards the front door and pulls it open.

"I feel this is my fault so I'm trying to fix it. I let you get too drunk last night and you woke today with a heavy head. I'll feed you but after today I'm not doing this again. It's weird". It's weird. I mock his voice in my head as I silkily pull myself off the floor. Yes, it is weird. Where the hell is the real Xyle and why is a unknown man inside of my home?

"Don't take all day. I have shit to do" he says for the second time today. I didn't ask you to take me to dinner, Xyle. I was fine with ordering takeout and just going grocery shopping tomorrow after my meeting. I guess this is his charity work.

My eyes scan the living area for a box labeled 'closet'. It takes me a few seconds before I find it but when I do I don't waste any time cutting the box open and tossing the clothes onto the floor until I find something wearable. A black dress, stops mid length down my legs, and makes my neck look slender. It was a gift from one of my friends and I had never worn it. I made a quick stop into the bathroom to freshen up before putting the dress on and finding matching black heels that made me two or three inches taller. I put a black ribbon into my hair and met him outside. He stands with his back pressed against he passenger sides headlight, his phone in hand. When he heard me he sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Thought I'd have another birthday before you got ready" he peers his eyes to me and his mouth stops it's movement. He's lucky because I was ready to bite back. I'm tired of his attitude.

"You're old anyways so it wouldn't matter if you had another birthday. Open the door, I'm famished" I command. He raises an eyebrow before a slightly amused facial expressions is present. I sit inside and wait for him to join. Pressing start, his engine roars in power and soon we are on the busy street.

He leads me into a beautiful restaurant where we are instantly looked after by the host, who leads us to a table with utensils already present.

I held a clear glass in my hand. A lovely gentlemen who's name tag I couldn't quite read had brought over a complimentary bottle of champagne. It is peachy in its color, and sizzles a bit. I can feel it bubble against my nose each time I bring the glass to my lips for a sip. The cool drink finds its way to coat my entire tongue before I let it glide down my throat to coat my stomach. It's tastes expensive, and is actually wonderful.

There was something oddly intriguing about the occasion for today. Xyle sat on the other end of the table, with a fresh tie on that he magically appeared from thin air. I'm not sure if he had it tucked away in his pocket or in the crevices of his car, but I had noticed his small change of attire only a few minutes ago. Still looking nice inside of his black dress shirt, he adjusted his collar before touching the first button at the seams of his it.

"I'm writing a book" he said, his eyes finally looking into mine for the first time since we've been sitting here with one another. My eyebrows creases in confusion. Xyle... writing a book? I had no clue he could read.

It was something about how his gray eyes had turned cool like steady river flow when he let the words fall from his lips. The choosing of his words, and the choosing of him opening up a box like that made me feel as if maybe he trusted me a bit. He was a bit comfortable to let his guard down. I'm sure I'm the only person who knows this besides himself, he's very private. Seemingly proud of himself, he looks across and at me. I can see the corners of his face tug a bit. Maybe he wants to smile?

"A book?" I ask, wanting to be sure I heard his words correctly. With my raging change of emotions and sleepiness that won't let me strive, maybe I've heard him wrong. Maybe he said he's learning to cook or something.

He nods to me, his face being cool and relaxed. Maybe he's just trying to make small talk. He doesn't actually want to talk to me, nor does he want to be here. Still, I play into his game.

"A book about what?" I ask, lifting my glass to my lips. My lips part and I suck a cool amount into my mouth, closing my eyes briefly at the wonderful taste. So crisp and exciting.

He shakes his head, squinting his eyes as if he were offended. "I can't tell you. Why would you ask me that?" He asks me. My eyes blink repeatedly as I have an internal battle. Why would I ask what the book you're writing is going to be about? The book I had no clue that you were writing until you just told me. I pull my champagne glass away from my lips and set it neatly onto the clothed table.

"Well don't tell me anything else about your book. You're weird" I accuse, respectfully. There's a bowl of hot bread at the very middle of our table. I take a piece and grab my knife to lay a smooth coating of butter across so that my bread will be able to pick up the cinnamon I requested. I need to get something on my stomach. I don't want to continue being hungry, and deal with Xyle at the same time. He'll make me go mad.

"I'm weird?" He scoffs like a little kid. Why is he so surprised at my words. Weird, yes. Rude, yes. Asshole, yes. Everything negative, yes! "You're the one asking me what my book is going to be about and I'm weird?" He finishes. I am appalled at his words. Does he think everyone drops a book in secret? How will he promote his book if he wants to publish it? Is it even anything people would want to read? He's probably talking about his Security Camera Company, which I don't think many will care for reading a book about how to make cameras.

"I'm super hungry, Xyle. I don't want to bicker with you. It's like you try hardest to come up with a argument and you shouldn't have taken me for lunch if you were going to do that. I'll be happy to pay the tab and order a cab to take me home" I dip my bread into the cinnamon and when it hits my tastebuds I feel like a little kid in a candy shop. I want it all. I sure hope he doesn't touch the bread.

"That's ridiculous. You aren't going to pay a single tab whenever I'm near, and you don't need a cab to take you home. I've driven you here, I will drive you back. Just forget about the damn book" he says with attitude before reaching across the table. Oh no. I don't care about his words, I care about the bread. He better not waste it. I'll be sad to see a piece of bread go to waste.

"You're the one that brought it up, Mr. I wrote a book" I don't hesitate to remind him. I take a small piece of the bread and dip it into the cinnamon again, keeping my eyes off of him. I'm afraid he may grow devil horns and a tail with a point at the end. Though I tickle myself with the thought of it, I wouldn't be surprised to see that he is Satan himself. It would explain a lot of things. It would make my entire life make sense.

"Well now I'm saying to forget about it".

I shrug. "I'm perfectly fine sitting in silence until our orders are taken" I suggest, putting the bread into my mouth and chewing. He doesn't respond me to. He sighs, cutting his eyes away to his champagne glass. He hasn't sipped much of it, certainly no where near how much I've sipped. I'll wait until my glass is empty to take the champagne bottle and pour myself a bit more.

When the waiter comes I just order the same thing Xyle ordered since he kept raving about how delicious his food was the last time he came. I wasn't well acquainted with the menu and had no clue on what to order and his words helped me out a bit. I'm not sure why but the waiter seemed to move with some sense of urgency when it came to our table and our food ended up coming out in less than ten minutes.

My mouth watered as I looked at the steaming food sat in front of me. It was still sizzling on the plate, and although it was hot I wanted nothing less than to stuff my mouth, not caring if I were to asphyxiate myself. Surely it would be embarrassing, but I didn't care. I took the thick napkin from the clothed table and sat it down neatly so it splayed across my lap. Taking my fork, I dipped it into my mashed potatoes. Xyle had already taken a bite of his food, seeming hungrier than I was, but he remained as if he were eating in public. I thought he'd eat like a caveman or something. I couldn't conceal the low hum that escaped my lips when I opened my mouth for a taste. Grasping his attention, my cheeks heated up at the sight of his gray eyes being very attentive to mine. I quickly looked away from him, not being able to take the rising tension. His eyes burned my skin for a few seconds before a cool feeling took over my body.

He had stopped looking.

It was all a surprise to me how I could just feel him. I could tell when he was looking at me, felt the burn when he touched me, and felt as if I could feel half of the feelings he felt. He seemed flustered, but so was I. We moved on, not wanting there to be an awkward situation. We both carried on in silence, eating the delicious food and drinking the crisp champagne. He was such good company. He didn't make silence weird, or force the two of us to utter a single word with one another. I was completely fine with it. Sometimes silence is the best company one could have.

When it came down to dessert I was far too stuffed to want anything more than the last drop of that delectable champagne to filter my mouth.

"I should get the waiter here for the check if you are certain you don't want anything else to eat" he says with a cool tone, waving a hand.

"I mean... you have no food in your refrigerator and with all the unpacking you'll be doing today I don't think you'll make time to go grocery shopping. Are you sure you don't want to take anything home?" He asks.

I don't want to show the amusement on my face at his words. It was sweet of him to think about someone other than himself. I almost didn't want to refuse his offer, but I still did.

"No, I'm fine. I'll just order takeout or something later" I admit with a small smile to show my appreciation. I take my glass and put it to my lips for the last time, drinking down the rest of what was left.

The waiter appeared with a rectangular booklet which held the receipt for our bill. Without even opening to see what the price was for our two meals, he dug into the back of his pants pocket and pulled out a thick wallet. It was all black, having silver outlines at the edges. He pulled out a single card and placed it inside before giving it to the man. He left swiftly and came back a moment later with a few parting words. Xyle didn't pay much attention to him, his eyes burning a hole into the small tattoo on the bicep on my right arm.

He gathered me with a gentle hand before we began to exit the intimate building. "I had no idea you had tattoos" he murmurs as he pushes the door open for me. I almost want to call him out for never being around again. Of course he wouldn't know.

"Tattoo. It's just one" I sweetly correct him. He's on my side, a soft hand to my arm. He traces his thumb across the single tattoo.

"It's pretty and small. Seems so like you" he says.

I push my eyebrows together as I turn to look at him. What's that supposed mean? I don't bother. We arrive at his mystery for a car and he pulls the door open for me. I am brought back to one of the most pleasant smells I've ever smelled before.

The sweet, rich, and faint smell brings a calming feeling to my mind. A smell that's so warm and gentle. It smells like all things pure and innocent.

His car is beautifully wrapped with it's dark interior. I sit down, pulling my legs in and he closes the door for me. I close my eyes, knowing that I'll only be able to smell this smell for a small while. My nose will get used to it and soon it'll seem as if it doesn't exist anymore. He walks around his car and gets inside, closing the door to his expansive Bugatti. I couldn't resist not saying anything to him, thinking back at how desperate his attempt was to hold a conversation. I know that for a second he doesn't give a shit