Chapter 1: The Other #life Sorry that this chapter might be a bit boring! I promise you that it will get better as it continues. Hope you (kind of at least) like it! * * * Here we are. Are new home sits right in front of us. My best friend ,Lawrence, and I knew that it was time for us to move, again. This will be my eighteenth time moving. People wonder how I'm okay with all this moving. To be honest, the first five times were the hardest, now, I'm used to it. I've never actually stayed in one place for more than a year. It's a complicated situation. "Look at this place. It looks much better than are last house." It's kind of hard to see because it's really dark outside. The house is square shaped with a flat roof. In front of the house there's a Japanese maple tree and pretty green bushes..at least I think they are green. "Look! It even has a garage," he shrieks with excitement as we get closer to the house. Most of the homes that we lived in together (this is only out fourth time being house mates) were really crappy and run down. He gets out of the car then lifts up the garage door. "There must be a control around here somewhere," he mutters to himself. I put my window down and tell him to get back in the car. "Just give me a minute!" "Let's worry about the garage remote later. Lets get unpacked first!" "Fineee.."he groans as he slumps back over to the car. He turns the car into the driveway then parks it. "There. You happy? Now we have to park in the driveway." I laugh and roll my eyes. We both open the doors, get out then walk over to the trunk of the car and begin pulling things out of it. "Do you have the keys to the house?" I ask unsure because I know for a fact that I don't have them. "Yeah. It should be somewhere in my suitcase." Lawrence begins digging through his suitcase. He mumbles something under his breath as he pulls out a shiny, silver key. "Here it is." "Okay. Grab some stuff and let's go in." We both grab big handfuls of bags and suitcases then drag them up to the door. "Let's see what the inside looks like." We never actually seen the house before. We just bought it before we left our last one. The door slowly creaks open. It's pitch dark inside, but we walk in anyways. "Maybe we should turn on some lights.." I search for a light switch, patting every part of the wall until I find one. "Ah, here it's is." I flip the switch up, but to our surprise, it doesn't turn on a light. It turns on the fireplace. "It even has a fireplace! Isn't that awesome?" "Sure..I guess. Lets just find the light switch." "Oh..okay." I walk around using the little bit of light from the fire. "I think I found it," Lawrence says from across the room. I feel a gush of air hit my back. "That's the ceiling fan you idiot!" "Oh..oops." The air disappears. We both continue looking. "Where the fuck is the light switch?" I mutter. My hand brushes over something on the wall. I'm pretty sure that this should do it. I flip the switch and the room then lights up. Finally. The house already has furniture in it (the furniture came with the purchase of the house). This house is actually pretty nice..better than I though it would be. I turn on all the downstairs lights, looking around each room. The house isn't that big. It's like the size of a normal house. Each of the rooms in the house have a different design scheme. Its pretty cool. Speaking of rooms, I better go pick mine before Lawrence. I dash upstairs with my bag and begin to look through the bedrooms. When I get to the room at the end of the hallway, I stare at the doors for a moment. This room has two doors. Not one like the others. This one has two. I open up both the doors then walk in. It has cream colored walls with a shiny wooden floor. There's a queen sized bed in the back of the room with a pretty brown carpet in front of it. The room also has a walk in closet, a bathroom, dresser, couch and flat screen tv. This room is perfect. I lay my bags down on the floor then flop onto the bed. "Shit! You got the cool room!" I sit up to see Lawrence with all his bags piled up in his arms. "Oh well. Maybe you should have been quicker," I smirk at him. He laughs a little. "Well Garret, you should get going to bed. You have a big day in front of you tomorrow." Oh right. School. The worst part about moving. After going to about fourteen different schools, it gets kind of annoying. "Yeah. Right." "Set your alarm clock for four." "Four in the morning?" "Remember. Training?" My face goes blank. I don't want to get up at four. "Whatever. Just be up." He turns around and walks out, shutting the doors behind him. I slump back down into my bed. Now you might be wondering why we are training and what it's for. It's because of a secret that no one can know. We are aliens.

Chapter Eleven Chris's POV "Sorry that we couldn't go to the drive in theatre," I sigh. "It's fine, don't worry about it. And I can pay for the tickets if you want. I know that the hospital bills were expensive." "I invited you so I shall pay." "If you insist.." We walk up the the steps to the theatre. "Any in particular movie you wish to watch?" I ask Holli as I hold the door open. "Nope," she says as she strides through the door. "Well," I remark as I walk through the door as I let it shut behind me,"how about The Wolf of Wallstreet?" "Doesn't that movie have Leonardo DiCaprio in it?" "Yeah. He's the Wolf of Wallstreet." She nods her head. "Okay. Lets watch it." I follow her over to the ticket booth, where a girl about our age sits reading a magazine. "Two tickets for The Wolf of Wallstreet...please." The girl looks up then smiles. "That will be twenty one dollars and sixteen cents." I pull out my wallet and grab a twenty dollar bill and two ones, which leaves me with seven dollars. Seven dollars wont get any snacks. Shit. I hand her the money and she places it in the cash register. "Holli?" She turns around and looks into my eyes. "I don't think I have enough money to buy any snacks." "That's okay. I think I'll live." We both smile, not breaking eye contact. This moment can't get any more perfect. "Ehem, your tickets," the girl impatiently groans. Way to ruin the moment. I snatch the tickets and my change from her hand. I turn away and storm off with Holli close behind. "I'm going to go to the bathroom," Holli loudly whispers. "Okay..I'll wait." "No, go save seats. I'll meet you in there." "Okay if you insist. Here's your ticket." I hand her the ticket then make my way to theatre nine. * * * Holli's POV "I'll take a large popcorn, two medium Coke's, Sour Patch Kids, and a box of Junior Mints." "That will be twenty five dollars and seventy six cents." I hand him the exact amount of money then slip a few dollars in his tip jar. "Here's your food. Enjoy the movie!" I smile at him then leave with the food. Now, where's theatre nine? I wander around until I find it. There's a boy standing at a table outside of the theatre doors. "Ticket please." "Oh, right." I place the food down on the table and fish the ticket out if my pocket. "Here." I hand him the ticket then grab the food off the table. He scribbles something on the ticket stub then hands it back to me. "Enjoy the movie." "Thanks," I say as I struggle to keep all the stuff balanced on my arms. "Do you need some help?" "Yeah, help would be nice." He stands up then grabs some of the stuff out of my arms. His hand brushes over mine sending a tingly feeling going through me. "Okay, let's head on in." He walks over to the door holding it open for me. "Wait, don't you need to stay and watch the stand?" "Oh right.." He looks around. "Hey Connor!" he shouts across the room. A guy turns around and looks over at him. "Can you take over the stand?" "Sure thing." Connor walks over then takes a seat at the stand. "Okay let's go." * * * Chris's POV Who the fuck is that? I stare at Holli walking with this other guy. The fuck? I stand up as Holli approaches. "Hey Holli," I say as I stare at the boy she's with. "Hey. I got some snacks." "I see that." I move out so Holli can take a seat. "I'll take that," I grumble as I take the food from the guy. "Enjoy your movie," he says in a way to exited manner. He glances at Holli one last time then turns around and walks away. If I see him talk to her again I swear I'll punch him in the face. Why do I even care so much? It's not like we're dating. I hate being the jealous type. If only Holli knew how much I liked her. If only.

Update Hey guys. I'm planning on starting a new series soon. I'll still continue my current series, This Girl is Different (if you guys want me to). I just wanted to update you. The first chapter should be coming out sometime this week or next week. Thanks!

Chapter 10 Chris's POV "Turn left up here," Holli says as she points over to a long driveway with a gate blocking the entrance. "It has a gate...how the hell do I turn?"Adam impatiently asks. Adam can be such an asshole. It really pisses me off. Holli takes a deep sigh showing frustration. She hops out of the car then wanders over to the gate. She presses a button then says something. The gate opens as she begins to walk back over to the car to get back inside. We move through the driveway then pull up to a big house. "Damn," I whisper under my breath,"Is this really your house?" It's a giant Victorian home with many different kind of trees lined up in front of it. It looks very classy but showy at the same time. She slowly nods her head as she stares at it. "You guys can come in..if you want." It would be stupid if I didn't go in. I really want to know what the inside looks like. Adam and I hop out of the car then follow Holli up the marble front steps. She gets a key out of her backpack then unlocks the door. It swings open and we begin to go inside. All of a sudden, there is voice coming from the top of the stair case. "Welcome back Miss Hills." Miss Hills? Who is that man? Holli doesn't greet him back. She just nods her head. "I see you brought some friends," the man comments. I mutter hi and Adam just waves. Holli turns her head towards us and begins to talk. "You guys can just look around or do whatever. I'm going to get a shower. If you need anything, just ask the butler," she says with un interest. She points up to the guy, then wanders upstairs, turns a corner, and then she's gone. A butler?! That's so cool! I begin to look around most of the rooms. This place has everything you can imagine from arcade machines to 100 inch televisions. So many people would kill to have a house like this. I wonder why Holli never talks about her super awesome, expensive house. Your first impression of her would not be that she is rich and lives in a mansion. She doesn't act like it or look like it. I take a seat on a couch in front of one of her many televisions. This room is pretty subtle. It's really stylish yet lived in. I could spend hours just doing stuff in this room. I reach over to grab a Sports Illustrated magazine off of the side table, but as I do, my fingers brush across and make contact with the book under it. What could this be? I pull it up and place it on my lap. It looks like some sort of photo album. I begin to look through the pages. A grin spreads across my face when I see a photo of Holli with cake smeared all over her face. Most of the photos are of Holli and some guy. I'm guessing its her brother because they look a lot alike. Both of them look really young, like in the three to six years old range. Happiness floods through me. Just seeing Holli this happy..it doesn't seem..normal. Not that she is not ever happy, it's just she's smiling in all these photos and she never smiles like this. I flip through the rest of the album. When I get to the last page, I notice this one photo. It's not in one of the covers, it's just laying there. The photo is of Holli smiling. There was somebody next to her, but I can't tell who it is because the photo is ripped in half. Why would there be a ripped in half photo in a photo album? I turn the photo over. There is some writing, but only part of the sentence is there. It reads: "Happy birt- I love y- and I wa- to know- that you'll al- be my little girl. xoxo Love, Dad." Dad? Why is this torn half? "What the fuck are you doing?!" I slam the book shut. Shit. I turn to look at the doorway where I see Holli standing. She begins to storm over. "I..I don't know. I'm sor-" She snatches the book off my lap. "Have you ever heard of minding your own business?" "Holli, I didn't know. I was grabbing the Sports Illustrated magazine but then I grabbed that book instead." I continue to babble to her like an idiot. If I had known that this was so personal to her, I wouldn't have looked through it. Once I finish talking, the room goes silent. "It's okay," Holli calmly remarks. "But..I-" "I know what you did and clearly you are sorry." I smile. God I love forgiving people. "Well, enough fooling around. We have to go." "Oh right." I shakily stand up then secretly place the photo in my pocket. It should be safe there. * * * Holli's POV "I'm going to go check on my car." "I'll come," I say as I unbuckle my seatbelt. I follow him into the beaten up, old car shop then take a seat on one of the many chairs. "Just stay here. It'll only be a few minutes." I nod. He turns around then disappears into the other room. When I'm sure he's gone, I get up then walk over to the lady sitting at the front desk. I place two thousand dollars in cash in front of her. "I'd like to pay for a paint job on the truck in there."

Chapter Nine Sorry for no post in a few days. I've been very busy but here is a long chapter to make up. * * * Holli's POV I can not wait to leave this place. The nurses are finally letting me go home..not that I want to actually go home. I don't really want to see my mother right now. The only people that had visited me was Chris, Kitty, Laura, my brother, Justin, and even a few people from my old school. Everyone besides my mom. It's been two days and she hasn't even visited once! "Are you sure you want me to drive you home?" Chris asks. "Yeah. Why not?" "Really?" "Okay..I know. Just give me a ride. I have nobody else." Okay, I'm lying. My brother would gladly drive me home. I just really want Chris to know that even after that accident, I still trust him...well..kinda. To be honest, I really don't know want to get into a car with him. "Well we should get leaving soon." "Yeah let me just grab my keys....my keys.." Chris pats his pockets. "What about them?" "My car is still in the shop." "The shop?" "Yeah. My parents wouldn't let me get my new car, but they would let me get my car fixed." "That's still better than nothing?" "I was gonna get a new paint job for my car, but my parents are making me pay for the hospital bill. But please don't worry about it. I'm the one that got you here." "No, no, no. I can't make you do that. I can pay." "No way. I'm paying." "Let me pay! I'm the one in the hospital!" "I'm paying and that is final," Chris growls at me. I whisper okay then take a step away from Chris. He takes a seat on the hospital chair then sinks down. He stares at the floor as we wait for the nurse to call my name. "So, um. How are we going to get back?" "I have an idea," Chris says as he grabs his phone. * * * Adams POV "Hell no. I don't have time to drive anybody around! Stacy's party is at 7:30 and I am not missing it!" "It's 3:36 right now so if you drive us to Hollis house, then the car shop and then the movies then pick us up it will be about 7:15. Enough time to get to the party. And I thought the party was yesterday." "She had to reschedule it because her parents flight was changed. Didn't you get the text?" "No..I guess its because the reception here sucks. Now, are you gonna pick us up or not?" "No! I'm gonna be late to the party! I don't have time to drop you guys back home!" "I was invited. Just take us with you!" "Well emo girl wasn't." I hear Chris growl. "I'll just take HOLLI with me to the party! There's going to be a lot of people there anyways so it's not like it matters!" "But Stacy doesn't even know Holli!" "Who gives a fuck? Stop trying to make excuses! If you were really my friend, you'd pick me up!" "Fine. But you owe me." "Deal." "See ya in seven." I hang up my phone then put it in my pocket. As much as I don't want to do this, I kinda have to. I grab my car keys then go out to my car. Why me? * * * Hollis POV "Adam is picking us up? But..why him?" "What do you mean 'why him'? He's a nice guy!" "Okay drop the act! I know he doesn't like me. I can tell by the way he looks at me." "Well I didn't really have any other choice. He's the only guy I could think of that had car, wasn't busy and lived somewhat close to here. And hey, you don't even have a drivers license so stop being so picky about it." "I do have a drivers license.." "Then where is your car?" "Its a long story that I dont want to get into right now and anyways, if he has a car, then why does he ride the bus?" "It's because he doesn't want to drive his car to school. He thinks that it will give him to much false attention and he doesn't want his car to get hurt." "That's B.S.. False attention?" "Yeah." I roll my eyes. Having a car doesn't give you 'False attention'. A lot of people in our school have cars. Chris's phone buzzes. He pulls it out of his pocket and checks it. "Adams here." I grab my backpack then follow Chris. We head down a long narrow hallway until we get to the parking garage. "There he is." Chris points to a car that's at the other end of the garage. "Did you just point to that car?" I point my finger over at a Maserati. "Yup." Okay. Now I understand what he means by 'false attention'.That car is a beauty. It must have been at least a million dollars. We walk over to the car. Adam stands outside of it waiting. "This is an awesome car!" "Yeah..I know," he says in a flat voice. Geez I'm just trying to be nice and he's being an ass. Chris opens up the door and motions me to go in. When I get in, Chris shuts the door behind me. The car smells manly..kind of like leather I guess. Adam puts the key in the ignition and the car roars to #life. "Where are we going?" "Holli's house.." "Well no shit. Where is her house?" "18 Walnutgrove Court," I blurt out. Adam pauses then puts the address into his GPS. The car then goes silent as it begins to move. This car is absolutely luxurious. The road feels so smooth, almost as if your floating on a cloud. I've always wanted a car like this, but my mom would never let me. She's so controlling. Whatever she says goes. She feels like I'm unable to make my own decisions ,so she has to make them for me. My mom told me that a car like this is too 'boyish' and that I should get something else, like a Buggy or a pink convertible. No way am i getting one of those. I stare out the window. It's sunny with a few clouds. This is what a perfect day is. I look at the fields of grass with cows and horses in them. To break the silence, Chris asks Adam to put some music on, so he plays some classic rock. "Is this music okay, or do you wan me to change it?" Adam asks kind of rudely. "No, I love classic rock." "That's cool. Not many people do." "Well they just don't appreciate good music." Adam smiles. It's probably the first time ,since we met, that he didn't hate me.