Invasion of my Crush's Parents

I mean, what's the worst that could happen?

I just finished my homework assignment at Panera Bread, and yes, after I promised my mother not to drink any more coffee, I ordered one. Mom said I'm too young to have coffee. Are thirteen-year-olds too young to drink coffee?

It's just, I read on thesciencearoundus.com and it said that alien invasions are very unreal and we should stop thinking about them. But I'm pretty sure it's just me that tries to think of ways to see the reason why it's the opposite. I can spend a whole day in my cluttered room, thinking of at least ten reasons why facts can be untrue.

"Ashton," my mother shakes her head disapprovingly at me. "Did you go out for coffee again?"

I take a huge gulp. "What? Noooo.... I was just doing my homework."

"Then why are there are brown stains on your mouth?"

"Uh... chocolate?"

She shakes her head again. "Gosh, do you really want to be one of those short kids who can't find a date to a dance?"

"Mom! I don't care if coffee stunts my growth. I like the way I am. And there are plenty of kids who are dating that are even shorter than me."

"If you say so." She shakes her head again. If she does that one more time, I'm going to get a seizure.

We say nothing more to each other, and I went upstairs. My mind was empty except for one thing. Alien invasions. Why did I read that website!?!? It's like me trying to find a delete button on my computer but there isn't one. God, you should've made a recycle bin in our brains, we need it more than the environment.

"Gah!" I slumped on my chair, but it was so uncomfortable because it was seven years old and all the leather was tearing apart. So I flopped on my bed and tried to go to sleep.

"One sheep, two sheep..." I wait for myself to yawn. Damn it. That sheep thing always works on me. Why can't it work today?!

"One crocodile, two crocodiles..." I tried not to snort. I can't stop thinking about crocodiles floating in the clouds.

"One fish, two fish..." I cluck noisily. I finally yawn, then I chuckled myself to sleep.

If I thought getting seven detentions this year was bad, this was way worse. Everyone was screaming, and no one was standing in one place. And all because of one fire.

Some teenagers were pranking a few houses in the neighborhood. I knew them. Hunter, Drake, and Nathaniel were the "bad boys" of the neighborhood, so I wasn't surprised.

But before they pranked the second house, they saw the dog in that house was furious! It jumped out the window (I didn't know if their window was already open, or the dog knew how to open it), and the teenagers didn't know what to do. They threw cigarettes at him which bothered the dog even more (Man, were those teens dumb). Then, the dog reached for the matches that were on the floor. The problem was, it was lit! After that, everyone started spreading rumors...

"I saw a UFO. I am not kidding, bro."

"I saw something gray and green. It was huge! I think bigger than my house!"

"No. Fricking. Way. You guys are lying."

Before anyone else said another word, there were sirens. Not sirens from the police, but from the UFO above.

I just realized that I might be the only person left on Earth. Wow! Everyone was totally wiped out. I literally just hid in the shed of my house, while everyone else hid too. Why did they miss our house? Strange.

Even my own mother. I can't believe it. I mean, I'm so depressed, but I need to do something and not just sit around and cry. Like everyone else would do. I am a curious person. I don't sit around. I stand up, I don't flinch from spiders.

I shout, "Hello?"

Of course, there isn't an answer. I didn't expect one. Hey, I might be even stupider than those teenagers. I was thinking about heading to the store for some chocolate and coffee, but someone/something stopped me.

"Hi."

I turn around, and I see a girl. A girl! Damn, should I stop drinking coffee? Well, at least I'm taller than her. By an inch.

"Hi?"

She smiles at me, and I think I'm going to pass out. "You... you're alive. I'm not the last one on Earth."

"Yeah, you aren't." She held out a hand. "Well, you technically are, actually. I'm Camille."

I shake it. "What do you mean I technically am?"

She shivers. "My parents are the ones that wiped everyone out. I shouldn't really be telling you this, but..." She leans closer. I could smell that mint chip ice cream from her breath. "They got wiped out too, after the fire they started."

"Wow..."

"I know." She sighed. "But I don't really care. They have always wanted to get rid of me. They aren't normal parents. I am adopted. By force."

I wanted to ask how she was forced to be adopted, but something stopped me. "So... I'm Ashton. Ashton Weaver."

"Camille, like I already explained. Camille Webber." Then she gasps. "Oh, no! Did my parents wipe your parents out too? They are the freaking worst. I bet they went to hell." She started cursing under her breath. "Sorry. I'm only twelve. I shouldn't be saying stuff like that."

"It's okay. I do it all the time." Then I grin. She laughs.

"So... I can't believe we are the last ones. Wait, are we? Is there someone else out there?"

She shakes her head. Just like my mother, God. Why can't they just say no? Why shake their heads??? "I stole my parents' device they used to see how many people are left here. There was only you on there, so I tracked you. And so... here I am."

"Yeah, I can see that." I shift uncomfortably.

She smiles. "Hey, you have coffee stains." She takes something out of her purse. I didn't even see it on her! It was a napkin, and she hands it to me. I take it. I don't even blush. I don't blush a lot.

"Thanks." I throw the napkin on the floor after I used it. Hey, since Earth is practically destroyed, we can litter, right? I'm so negative, geez.

"Yeah, no problem I guess." She closes her purse.

"You... wanna go for a walk?"

She grins slyly. "What is there to walk on? The concrete is cracked, the sidewalks are too hot and cracked even more. And my parents burnt my shoes." I could tell she was wincing, so I offer her my shoes. She declines.

"It's okay. I'm used to walking without shoes. So... I'll go take a walk with you I guess."

"You guess?"

She replies, "Yeah."

"So... where to?"

She grins again. "How about the store? It's probably all a mess, but my stomach needs some coffee and chocolate."

See, I knew Camille would be the perfect girl for me. She can already read my mind.