Dreamsicles, Kelli G [ebook reader .TXT] 📗

is said to be from aliens.

          A tap from my shoulder made me jump up and looked at the person who tapped me. It was him. I never expected him to get back to me. I was somehow planning in finding my own way until I could get a new start at my new life. He must have found no new girls to play with. I sighed and was about to walk over to the fountain in the middle of it when he suddenly lunges at me and we both fell to the ground.

          “What the—” I was cut short when a sharp shuriken lodged on the floor near my left ear. A few centimeters and it’ll cut it right off my head!

          “Pity that, he saved her?” a voice echoed from second floor and I looked up to see a cat-like woman, sneering on the railing.

           She looked over to her friend. “Let’s go, girl. We won’t be wasting our time with that… Normal.”

          I struggled out of his hold and held up my hand to silence him when he opened his mouth.

          “I need to sit back at the fountain. You don’t need be with me, you know. I’ll take this as a new start in my life. Just go and find another girl to pledge your love to.” I quickly got up from sitting on the floor and patted the dust and speck that clings on my jeans. I turned my back to him and headed for the fountain.

          Sitting down and saw that he was not where I left him anymore, I looked around and people don’t seem to be on a panic when I nearly died back there. That thought got me thinking. If I died back there, how could I start on my new life? People here didn’t seem that different with the ones on Earth. At least on Earth, they don’t attempt to kill me just because they knew I was in their premises. Going back to Earth doesn’t seem so bad, after all.

          I slumped my shoulders and thought about going back to where I popped up and—A canned soda with hieroglyphs as its brand name suddenly came into view. I looked up and saw him standing in front of me with the soda on hand.

          “Here…” he said quietly. “You need this.”

          I shyly got the beverage from him, wishing he won’t notice my hand trembling form the shock of getting killed, and gingerly gave it a small sip. I hummed appreciatively at the refreshing zing from the drink and I felt him sitting beside me, my mind began to drift on a plan to come back to Earth.

          Using a hand to brace myself on the fountain’s side and the other to tilt the soda up, I glugged down the soda. I flinched when I felt his hands covered mine. I blinked and looked at him from the corner of my eye and saw his serious expression.

          “I know that this is too fast for you but I’ll promise to take it slowly as possible. Any much slower and I know I’ll end up losing you.” I lowered the can and opened my mouth to ask what he’s talking about when he beat me to it. “All I’m saying is give me a chance. I know that adjusting here is not a piece of cake and that threats are still real and, unfortunately, much more dangerous here but I’ll protect you. It’s what I always do.”

          “How—”

          “Do you ever wonder that time when one night, you are worried that you feel like you’re being followed? And then, when you heard the rustling noise, that feeling went away and you thought it was just a squirrel. There was somebody following you and I stopped him from doing so. Just don’t ask how yet.” He sighed. “I’ve been with you for years now and you don’t even know it. I fall for you every time just to make you wish on me whenever you go star gazing. I’ve loved you my whole life time and my next life time and my next and my next. If you wish to start anew, please start over with me.” He held my hand with both of his and planted a soft kiss on my knuckles.

          I couldn’t believe what I’m hearing. But… But I’m just—

          “You’re not just a normal, ordinary, regular girl. You are my normal, ordinary, regular girl.” He kissed my knuckles again. And I couldn’t help but smile. If this ain’t a confession, then what is?

          So, I stayed in that world and lived with him. That’s where I knew he’s a Celestine, a kind of being that merges with a celestial body, normally stars, that in the end is their lifeline. When a star falls, they die with it and it would take a whole lot of regeneration process in order to merge with yet another star. He may not say it but I got the impression that the regeneration process is not a fun ride. And it makes me worry…

          “Don’t worry about me. It may not be a fun ride but it is worth every damn time.” he smiled at me.

          “How did you know what I was thinking?” I asked, curious. And my eyes narrowed when he slipped his arm over my shoulder to pull me close.

          “Would you believe me if I say ‘great lovers think alike?’” he grinned sheepishly.

          I shook my head and cuddled closer. “Not a chance.”

          “I figured as much.” He inhaled and heaved out a breath. “I was reading your mind the whole time and that’s where I knew, when you turned 15, that you may want to wish something out loud but I could read what you really wish for.”

          My face reddened and his smile widened. “Yes. You may wish for this and that. But all I ever looked forward to when you’re wishing is what you wished for in your mind.”

          I buried my face on his chest in embarrassment. And even if I don’t have mind reading powers, I knew what he was thinking at the moment.

          “Wish that to me again.” he whispered in my ear. “Not the hunk of rock you thought I’d be but me, the one who loves the plain, regular, ordinary you.”

          I sighed and hugged him tighter before looking up at his face and smiled. “I wish that star would transform into a guy that would love me forever.”

          He leaned down and kissed me. “Wish granted.”

Love Upon the Apocalypse

 

          The crackling of the film echoed throughout the empty school hallway as Fantasma watched without blinking. The removed video shot of the paranormal activities. It was the shot of a video camera left by the Multimedia students to get a raw shot of one of the room’s of the school at night for the film festival.

          When the students saw this part of the video, they probably removed it to avoid scaring their audience or to let the viewers believe that the school was ghost-free or to avoid being haunted by the spirit in the video.

          It was a violent poltergeist. Fantasma knew because while she was watching the removed video, alone and in probably the same room where the students get to record this, the empty bottles of drinks inside their crates, which was positioned beside her, began jumping out of the crate and were smashed into pieces near her feet. She quickly ran out of the room as soon as she was able, thinking of another way to know without being jeopardized.

          As Fantasma stood outside of the room a week from that incident, she looked at a computer geek watching porn in the room. She knew that geek, it was her classmate, Fred. If anyone could get some meaning out of anything, she was sure that Fred was that guy.

          Without knocking, she burst into the room and ignored Fred’s shocked expression while fumbling to turn off the projector. She went straight to the storage box marked Multi 12-13 and got the CD out. Handing it to Fred, she murmured, “Can you tell me what you see in this? I believe the poltergeist knows the answer to the creeping apocalyptic phase our world is receiving.”

          Fred accepted the CD and nodded like a professional and went to work. Fantasma nodded her satisfaction and went out of the room, feeling kind of dizzy and light headed and bump to Grayson, her boyfriend.

          “Fantasma…” he said. “There’s—”

          “Chaos! Utter chaos!”

          Both Fantasma and Grayson rolled their eyes at a shrieking Candace followed by Mark and Loraine.

          “What is going on?” Fantasma asked.

          “There’s—” Candace began and Fantasma threw her a deadly look.

          “I’m asking Grayson, Candace.”

          Grayson nodded when he was sure the girl won’t speak anymore. Fantasma felt another wave of lightheadedness but Grayson held her by the shoulders, unknowingly supporting her.

          “It’s no good out there, Tassie. The zombies had already multiplied and the only place safe is here in this school. Mark and I already secured all the possible entrance of the abominations.”

          She gulped but nodded. “The other survivors?”

          “Safe in the school’s basement.” Mark replied.

          She looked at what’s left of them. The school’s anti-zombie squad and grew cold. There was only the six of them left and the rest of their crew was outside scratching on the steel doors for entrance. Dizziness began and she shook her head before looking up at the concerned expression her boyfriend was wearing.

          She gently patted Grayson’s hand on her shoulder before shrugging it away.

          “I’m fine, Grayson. I had Fred analyze the video I watched last week and I’m sure that the spirit knows something about the abrupt apocalyptic phase.”

          After saying those words, the door opened to a disheveled Fred. He has a few cuts and nicks along his legs and arms and a few on his cheeks but she knew he was okay.

          “The poltergeist never wanted me to know but I stood firm in the memory of my brother, a former anti-zombie crew.” he said handing over the CD to Fantasma.

          “What did you know?” she asked and Mark, Candace and Loraine gathered around him.

          “In my opinion, after a series of shard-throwing, the video revealed snippets of a room here in the school, I took the liberty to get a snapshot and printed it for all of you to see.” He reached behind him and took out a sheet of paper.

          Handing over the CD to Grayson, Fantasma took the picture and studied it.

          “It looks like the school’s abandoned Sewing Department.” Grayson announced.

          “I bet something is up there.” Mark said.

          “We better get there, then.” Loraine nodded.

          “Great, I’ll be right here and—” Fred didn’t finish what he was about to say when the door back to the AV room closed shut.

          “I suppose the poltergeist wanted you with us.” Candace said with a roll of her eyes.

          “But I’m not a part of you guys.” Fred said, tugging hard on the door knob.

          “You have no choice if that was the poltergeist wishes, Fred. You have to come with us in this.” Fantasma said gently