Hey everyone! Well, this is the first of the Alien Attraction Fluff pieces. It has no plot, nor no real relation to the plot of the Alien Attraction series. It's an interlude between #2 and #3. I hope it tides you over until the next one comes out. It's a response to a challenge. I had to include the following things:
-an apple
-a box of condom (they don't have to use it!!)
-juice or milk
-spotlight
-table
-music
-mouse
-couch
-chocolate
-the song "I turn to you" by Christina
Aguilera
"Izzy, sometimes your taste in music scares
me," Michael said. He had been leaning against the doorframe leading from
outside of the Evans' house into their kitchen. Now he straightened up
and came inside.
Isabel snapped off the radio and the chorus of "I
turn to you," abruptly stopped, Christina Aguilera's voice
was
silenced in the
middle of a word. "Excuse me?" she asked
archly.
"I mean," Michael continued, "Christina
Aguilera. Really. Who is their right minds likes her?"
"Normally I would argue with you, but, for once, I
happen to agree with you on the matter."
Michael was surprised. "Then why were you
listening?"
Isabel shrugged. "It came on the radio. I was too
lazy to turn it off. But what I really want to know, is how you
recognized it?"
Michael looked uncomfortable. The truth was, Maria was
crazy of Christina Aguilera, among many of the other divas, but
he didn't
think it would be wise to tell Isabel that. Instead he
shrugged. "Don't know."
Isabel raised her eyebrows. She didn't believe him, but
she didn't press the point.
Michael decided it was time for a distraction and headed
towards the fridge. Opening it up, he starting to rummage through it
for
something edible. "Got anything to eat?"
Isabel rolled her eyes. "We've plenty of
fruit," she said in a too-cheerful voice. "What an apple?" She
picked up an apple and
offered it to Michael.
Michael didn't accept the fruit from Isabel. He didn't
even dignify
her question with an answer. He glared briefly before
turning back to the exploration of her refrigerator. A few seconds
later he withdrew a carton of milk. He opened it and took a drink
straight from the carton.
Isabel made a face and grabbed the carton away from him,
causing a
bit of the milk to spill.
"Hey," Michael protested. He wiped his mouth
with the back of his hand.
"There are such things as glass," Isabel said
pointedly.
"So?" Michael was not impressed by this
revelation.
Isabel gave up and sat down at the kitchen table.
Michael joined her. "You doin' anything today?" he asked.
"Nothing in particular. I might meet up with my
friends at the mall
later on today."
"You up for a movie?" Michael asked.
Isabel shrugged. "Sure, why not."
"What do you want to see?" Michael asked.
"Don't care." Isabel shrugged again.
"Just anything but a chick flick. Don't feel like watching anything depressing
today."
Michael snorted. Like she was in any danger of him
wanting to see a chick flick. "That won't be a problem."
Isabel smiled at him. "I didn't really expect it to
be," she said. "One thing, though. I promised mom that I'd drop
off her reading
glasses. She has to work today and she forgot
them."
"Sure," Michael said. "We can drop by on
our way to the movie."
"Okay," Isabel agreed. "The newspaper's
in the living room. You can look at the listings while I go find mom's
glasses."
Michael went into the living room and flopped down on
the couch. Putting his feet up on the table, he grabbed the
newspaper and started to look over the movie listings. He had just
turned to the right page when he heard a scream coming from Isabel's
parents room. He rushed there.
"What happened?" he demanded.
"There's a mouse in there!" Isabel shouted,
pointing to a drawer. "A
friggin' mouse!"
Michael cautiously approached the drawer and opened it.
He started laughing.
"What?" Isabel demanded, sounding angry.
Michael took out the "mouse" and threw it at
her. She reflexively
reached out and caught it.
"A mouse?" he asked, still laughing.
Isabel started to blush deep red. What she had mistaken
for a mouse was in fact nothing but an old, furry stuffed animal.
"Well, why in the world would my parents have something like that in
their drawer?" she asked.
Michael didn't answer, he was too busy laughing.
Scowling, Isabel turned around and resumed the search for the reading
glasses.
Michael went back to the couch, but no sooner did he sit
down than did he hear Isabel scream again.
He didn't run to the room this time. He did, however,
managed to trip over a spotlight lying in the hall. Why he missed
it before when he wasn't paying attention but tripped over it this
time when he was taking his time, was a mystery to him. And he would
never guess
why there was a stray spotlight lying in the middle of
the Evans' hall.
"What is it this time?" he asked crankily,
sore from the fall. "Another mouse?"
Isabel glared at him. "No," she said
expressively. "I've just seen what no person should ever see. I think I'm scarred for
life."
"What?"
Isabel didn't answer, she just pointed to another open
drawer. Michael took a peek inside. It was a box of condoms.
His confusion lasted not even a second before he caught
onto the reason Isabel found it so disgusting to see a box of
condoms. It wasn't as if she had never seen one before. It was the
fact that she had found it in her parents' bedroom.
"Oh," Michael said, startled. "Well, I'll
give you that one. That is creepy." He shut the drawer. "Didn't your
mom tell you where her glasses were?"
"She said they were in the dresser drawer, at the
top," Isabel said, distressed.
Well, there was only one drawer left. Michael opened it
cautiously, not knowing what he might find. Luckily, there was
nothing incriminating in this drawer. Just the reading glasses.
He took them out and handed them to Isabel.
"There, now. Are you ready, then?" he asked.
"We are so stopping on our way," Isabel
gripped. "I need some comfort food, badly."
"Comfort food?" Michael questioned.
"Chocolate," Isabel said, as if the answer was
the most obvious thing
in the world.
Then again, Michael reflected, to females, it probably
was.
The End