Sixteen years later...
"Another order! Breakfast burrito with extra bacon!"
"Coming right up! Order number 25 is ready."
"Ohh Stuart! Come on with the gas!"
"I get gassy when I'm in a rush, you know that (y/n)!"
(y/n) was in Stuart's taco truck, both of them in the middle of a breakfast rush in the quaint town of Arcadia Oaks. (y/n) rings up another order, handing it to a costumer and taking the payment. She puts it in a large jar in the truck and gets to work with the other orders. Her apron was covered with grease and other miscellaneous ingredients.
"One atomic, super double, bowel-loosening, Diablo Maximus Breakfast Burrito with extra hot sauce!" Stuart called back.
"What's up with these people and hot sauce?" (y/n) asked herself, getting another tortilla ready. Yep, she couldn't want anything more than this believe it or not. She wouldn't trade anything else in the world than to be making burritos and tacos with her secretly extraterrestrial father.
Suddenly her phone began to buzz, she scrambled for her device that was in her back pocket and looked down at the screen. The alarm she set before for school going off, and (y/n) was suddenly aware of how much time slipped past.
"Ah Stuart, I gotta—"
"Don't you worry about it, Starlight! Good old Stuart has got this handled." Stuart told, handing out a foil wrapped burrito to someone. "Go and get your learning on!"
(y/n) smiled and took off her latex gloves and apron. "Thanks!" She then hauled her bagpack over her shoulder and ran out the back of the taco truck, not leaving without turning around and saying goodbye to Stuart with a big smile. "Be back soon!"
"Smell ya later!" Stuart waved goodbye, which (y/n) snickered at. She waved and ran off to school.
(y/n) didn't want anything to change. But then it did.
(y/n) ran to her high school, Arcadia Oaks High, rushing through the front doors and nearly trampling over some other poor students. "Sorry!" She apologized before continuing on her path. While she ran through the nearly empty halls, she fixed her hair and her clothes. She also fixed her caved in shoes and wiped the left over remnants of grease on her exposed fingers onto her legs. The teen ran through the halls, grinding her teeth together before finally making it to her first class before the bell rang.
(y/n) collapsed in her seat with a breathless sigh, slouching back like she was melting into to cheap desk chair. Her algebra teacher, Ms. Janeth, started to drawl about math and triangles and the usual lecture. Words came in from one ear and out the other in her case, only gathering a few key points and making a very simple nutshell of the whole lesson in her mind. She glanced around the room letting her mind wander before returning to summarizing the lesson at hand in a very few and simple words, only to rinse and repeat the process for the rest of the class as she always did. Suddenly she was broken out of her trance when a piece of paper hit the back of her head. She winced at the hit, rubbing her head before picking up the paper off the floor. It was crumpled into a ball so she began to flatten it out.
'Just came back from the taco truck, (y/n)? The smell of grease is still lingering on you. Or is that just your dad's stench?'
She scowled and twisted herself to look back at the culprit.
Two girls and a boy snickered together, pretending not to see (y/n)'s death glare. Of course, these three kids always were on her back. The worst of them all was Yvonne Taylor, their leader with fiery red locks that cascaded neatly down to her middle back and crystal blue eyes. Don't let her pale skin, cute freckles and perfect model student nature fool you. Yvonne has been (y/n)'s tormentor for years now. She was apart of the cheerleading team, and became popular because of her talent and friendly facade; she'd volunteer at the peer tutoring program, donated to school funding, is one of the brightest students in Arcadia Oaks, was the top of nearly every single class she went to and give out homework answers to people close to her. Meaning her reputation was sky high, and she was friends with almost everyone in the entire school, including the teachers! She was always with her little group of friends behind her too:
A short and stout girl with rich brown skin and a long braid that rests over her shoulder named Katie. She was also apart of the cheer squad with Yvonne. And a jock who was more focused on sports than his grade. He had brown scruffy hair and a skin tone that balanced between being tanned and sunburnt at the same time. His name was Bowie.
(y/n) couldn't care less about those two, as all they ever did was follow the redhead around like lost dogs and snicker on the sidelines while Yvonne did most of the work.
Yvonne was someone (y/n) always had the displeasure of running into since elementary school, and only recently did her clique start to join in the fun.
(y/n) crushed the paper in her palms and threw it to the floor with a sour attitude. She took a deep breath in, and simply turns around to look at them better. "I thought you said note passing is something only middle schoolers do." She whispered, avoiding the chances of alerting their teacher. This only made Yvonne smirk.
The model student leaned forward, resting her chin in her hands. "I did. Which is exactly why I'm doing it to you, seeing as you still act like one." She gibed with a soft voice. (y/n) opened her mouth to retort, but was stopped by Ms. Janeth.
"I assume your chatter means you know the answer to this equation, Ms. (y/n)?" Ms. Janeth called from the front of the class, turning to look over at (y/n) and waiting impatiently for her response. "Uh." (y/n) stammered, suddenly forgetting everything including what she had gathered before all of this started. The entire class stared at her, a mixture of boredom and amusement on their faces. "I, uh, huh..." The gears in (y/n)'s head turned as she tried to think quickly and correctly.
Yvonne swapped her grin for a patient smile, raising her hand up calmly. "The answer is 14, Ms. Janeth." She answered confidently and sweetly.
"Thank you, Ms. Taylor, correct and well-mannered as always." Ms. Janeth sighed with relief, jotting the answer down on the whiteboard. "All of you can learn a thing or two from Ms. Taylor. Truly a genius amongst our midst." The teacher finished her praising and turns to (y/n). "Ms. (y/n), sit properly in your seat and actually listen to the lecture this time please?"
(y/n) made a face of disgruntled irritation. "Wha-But-I-She-!"Her eyes looking swiftly between Ms. Janeth's clear favoritism and Yvonne's smug demeanor before finally giving up and faced forward. "Bah!"(y/n) groaned, hunching over her desk with a frown. She did not have the patience to deal with this.
A knock on the door interrupted the lesson, and suddenly everyone's eyes were focused on one thing. The door creaked open and the temporary principal Señor Uhl peeked his head inside the classroom. "Ms Janeth, you have two new students." He spoke lowly. He opened the door wider and two unfamiliar faces walked in. A girl with silvery blonde hair, grey eyes and a red plaid dress and leggings. And a Latino boy with curly brown hair, big chocolate brown eyes, a blue tee-shirt and sweatpants. The girl waved both her hands with a wide smile, overly excited to be at school and the boy seemed to be unimpressed. "This is Aja and Krel Tarron"
(y/n) nearly shot out of her seat, her eyes widened and looked both the students up and down. Those are some very familiar names. "They are from Calliope—"
"Cantaloupia." Aja corrected.
Ms. Janeth clapped her hands together. "Alright. If they can have a seat, I'll continue with my lesson." Señor Uhl gestured to the empty seats and the two teens sat down. The man left the class and Ms. Janeth turned her back and continued writing on the white board.
(y/n) leaned to her side, sitting beside Aja. "Your names are Aja and Krel?" She whispered, hoping to not get the attention of Ms. Janeth again. The two looked back at her with an unreadable expression.
"Yes?" Aja answered hesitantly, "Why do you ask?" The question made (y/n) go blank minded, realizing that she had no idea where she's heard their names from. Immediacy (y/n) retract back into her seat and put her focus back on her teacher. "No reason!" (y/n) blurted brusquely, acting like she was no longer interested in them.
The twins glanced at each other, their brows raised with suspicion.
Krel twists himself to face his sister, muttering something about Ms. Janeth's way of teaching. He turned back around. "I have a question!" He exclaimed loudly, making the lady frown.
"Then raise your hand."
"Uhh which one?"
"Either will do!"
Krel proceeds to raise both of his hands, making everyone look at him funny. "Back home I have four of them..."
"Do you have a question, Mr. Tarron?" Ms. Janeths voice was clearly showing her waning patience.
Krel, still with both hands in the air asks something that makes (y/n)'s body pretty much paralyzed. "Do you have a Daxial Array?"
Why in the world would any normal human need a Daxial Array for? Or even know what that was? This is getting more and more suspicious.
Ms. Janeth's face practically turns red. "We're talking about triangles!"
"Hardly. You forgot to account for the triangular's area when applied to the fourth dimension." Krel rises from his seat and snatches away the marker from the algebra teacher. "The fluctuations of the hypotenuse alter the triangle's shape. But if we use Claxon's 38th theorem..." He approaches the white board and immediately starts to flex his superior intelligence by scribbling out multiple complex equations packed full with symbols and numbers and letters the likes of which humanity's never seen before along with intricate and detailed graphs and charts to show his calculations while using fourth dimensional principles that human scholars wish they understood. All with remarkable speed not to mention as he shows off his remarkable and advanced ability and knowledge. "...we get a reasonable approximation of..." Krel finishes after finding his final answer and turns around with a smug grin to see the awe struck class staring at him and the board. Except for Aja who clapped with a bright smile.
"Now, strange woman, can you lead us to a Daxial Array?" Krel asks again, tossing the now completely dried out marker back to Ms. Janeth who was still speechless.
(y/n) whistled to herself, entirely impressed by the Latino's skill in mathematics. A grin formed on her lips as she turned over her shoulder to look at Yvonne's face of utter disbelief, her previous act of intelligence completely outshined by Krel's work. She pointed over towards Krel with a chuckle.
"Do you think he'll become a class pet just like you, genius?"
(y/n) sat in the cafeteria, still slightly stunned by Aja and Krel's sudden appearance. Their names were so so familiar. Like something that Stuart has told her about before. Was it the fighters of old on the destroyed planet of Voltar? The champion of the Intergalactic Skelteg tournament? Yeesh, not knowing where she's heard the new kids names was going to eat her alive from the inside.
Speaking of eating. (y/n) opening her bag and pulling out her lunch pail. The smell didn't reach her nose when she pulled out a paper bag, but she was certain the aroma was delightful with her grilled cheese sandwich on sourdough bread. Before she could even open the bag and dig in however, Yvonne and her clique approched her. "Hey (y/n)." Yvonne sits down beside her, smiling innocently. "Quick! What's eleven times five!" She abruptly quizzes, throwing (y/n) off guard easily. "What-?"
"Incorrect!" Katie suddenly exclaimed, cackling maliciously with Bowie.
"I-Uh-Huh!" Bowie mimicked (y/n)'s brain fart in Ms. Janeth's classroom. (y/n) frowned, looking down at her bag of food with a bit of embarrassment. She didn't want to make drama, or did she really want to hold a grudge against them either. She reminded herself in her head, they're just trying to get a reaction. Do not give them the satisfaction of reacting. Something is probably going on just below the surface. "Oh yeah. Haha! Very uh... very funny, Yvonne." (y/n) forced out through her teeth.
Yvonne gave her cronies a quick glance, making them immediately quite down. Yvonne then turned to (y/n) and gave her a condescending smile. "Oh come on, (y/n), you know we're just joshing." She cooed with a sweet voice, putting a hand on (y/n)'s shoulder. "Perhaps maybe you should apply for some peer tutoring. I'd love to help fix that odd brain of yours. It might just stop you from being such a freak all the time."
(y/n) grunted angrily as she shrugged the redhead's hand off her shoulder, shooting a glare at Yvonne who put her hands up. "I'm kidding! I know being out of place is a full time gig for you." She jested, her words feeling like needles or thorns from a stem being forced into (y/n)'s ears. "Anyways, what do you have for lunch this time? Tacos or Burritos?"Yvonne asked tauntingly.
(y/n) sighed, rolling her eyes. "I eat other things than just that, Yvonne. In fact, Stuart is an amazing chef." (y/n) finally responded in a matter of fact tone.
"Oh?" The girl tilted her head. "Then why doesn't he get a real job?" Yvonne says, batting her eyelashes with fake innocence.
(y/n) groaned and shooed them off, trying to eat in peace. Yvonne, feeling accomplished got up and walked away to socialize with the other kids in the cafeteria with Katie and Bowie closely behind her. (y/n) scoffed as Yvonne put back on her class pet innocence on her face and began to eat her food. She tucked the loose and frayed strands of hair behind her ear and took a bite out of her sandwich. However in the corner of her eyes, she sees Aja and Krel behaving strangely. She watched as Krel went around asking everyone the same question until it got old, and Aja following him wherever he went.
(y/n) wondered if it was just a coincidence that they would have such familiar names or if something was actually up. Either way, (y/n) wasn't able to even finish her food before the bell rung to signify the end of lunch, everyone piling at the doors to get to class. (y/n) sighed and put her lunch pail into her bag and began to walk to her private Karate class in the field.
Meanwhile in the gymnasium Coach Lawrence, a beefy and top heavy middle aged man with a bushy brownmustache and brows, marched up to Aja and Krel. "New kids!" Coaches voice echos across the walls as he shouted for their attention with a throaty tone and a clipboard in his hands. "You've gotta take the rope challenge." He says simply, standing in front of the two.
Krel scowled and took a challenging step forward towards Coach Lawrence. "I'm not taking anything. I keep telling you people this." Krel was stopped by his sister who beamed excitedly. "I love challenges!"
Coach Lawrence ignores both of them and continues with his directions. "Every kid here should be able to climb that rope and ring that bell." He instructed, pointing at the three tied up ropes that lead up to a golden bell at the very top, nearly reaching the ceiling of the gymnasium with old blue gym mats right below it in case some kid falls. Krel walks around to stand in front of Coach. "For what purpose?" He inquired with confusion.
"'Cause I said so." Coach Lawrence chocked out at the boy. But wasn't his sister just with him a few seconds ago? A loud ringing echoed across the place as everyone looked up to see Aja already at the very top of the rope clanking the bell back and forth with a bright grin. "Next challenge, please!" She prompted with anticipation. Coach Lawrence sputtered completely blown away by her agility. "What? I've never seen anybody do it that fast before!" He marveled in an astonished manner. Krel stares at the man with an unimpressed look. "But I thought you said every kid could do this." Krel recalled, making Coach move away from the two odd students while still trying to recollect his thoughts. "That was in theory!" He exasperated tossing his papers from the clipboard into the air. "You two are messing with my head!"
Krel stopped when a hand was placed on his shoulder. There he saw an familiar girl from the math class, Yvonne, with a very polite smile. "Hello! Krel Tarron was it? I'm Yvonne Taylor, pleasure to meet you, absolute pleasure." She says, taking a hold of Krel's hand and shaking it with a chortle. "Hey, I saw your work in Ms. Janeths class and I could help but be wowed. I just had to say 'wow' because of how utterly wowed I was." She babbled. Her constant talking instantly irritated Krel. "Your incredible intelligence is easily incomparable, and imagine how useful it would be if you used it to help students in need of academic assistance. Which is why I was wondering if perhaps you wanted to take part in the peer tutoring program? I'll be glad to show you the ropes if you show me how you learned all that mumbo-jumbo stuff, Haha! I'm kidding! I'm so kidding, unless you can tell me?"
"Does this tutoring of peers program have a Daxial Array?" Krel queried cutting Yvonne off. The girl stopped and looked confused. "A what? Ahah, No, no I... don't think so-"
"Then I'll pass." Krel declined with a bothered sigh, walking away from Yvonne just like that.
"What- wait... whatever..." Yvonne gave up, quickly putting back on her friendly and bubbly personality when she was approched by a different group of students.
(y/n) swiped her brow with a sigh, putting her white karate uniform into her locker along with her messenger bag. She shut the locker door shut and let out a squeal of fear when she saw someone standing behind it. "EEK!" She screeched holding her fist back ready to strike before recognizing the large square glasses and neat hair of a fellow nerd much like herself, Elijah Pepperjack. "Geez! You could have given me a heart attack." (y/n) breathes, looking down at the shorter boy standing next to her. "Sorry (y/n), I just need some confirmation about something. Seeing as you're the alien freak." Eli readjusted his big glasses when he spoke. He shrinked in place at the sight of the small frown that formed on (y/n)'s face when he said that. "You're right, I shouldn't call you that. That was mean. But still, think you can help me out?" The nerd wondered. (y/n) gave a teasing sigh and nodded. "What's the prob, Eli-b?" She asked with a weak chuckle to go with her terrible attempt of rhyme. "...should have just said 'Bob' like a normal person..." She realizes shaking her head while mumbling.
"I was wondering about this scene in Space Invaders where Super Agent Muldoon gets abducted by aliens so they can try to probe him, and I wanted to know if-" Eli began to explain what he saw in his favorite T.V show but before he could get to the part where he actually asks the question (y/n) lets out a loud and obvious groan. "Really? Abducted? Probe? That is not what extraterrestrial actually do, you know. They are way more reasonable than that." (y/n) huffed with a small sneer. "And also, alien is such an offensive term for anybody, on Earth or not."
Eli waited for (y/n) to finish, getting a little bored when she repeats phrases she's said before over and over and over again. Once she was done, Eli spoke up. "So then, what would be a more 'accurate' depiction be then?" He asked, genuinely wondering why (y/n) had these confident opinions about what aliens are like. Before (y/n) could answer, an infuriated yell erupted from the other side of the school's open roof locker room and student sanctuary. She and Eli looked over to the source and slowly walk over to see what it was about.
"A Daxial Array is not a band! It's a critical piece of technology!" Krel exclaimed with great irritation after not getting any closer to finding a Daxial Array. Once again, (y/n) furrowed her brows with thought. She knows exactly what a Daxial Array is from the manual in Stuart's electronic store. But what could these new kids possibly need an energy capacitor at that sheer amount for? And why are their names so dang familiar?!
"Okay bro, chill." One of the boys Krel was talking to chuckled as he sauntered past the Latino. The other boy spoke as well. "Look, if it's tech, maybe the science lab will have it." He reckoned with a relaxed and well mannered pat on Krel's tense shoulder before following after the other boy.
Krel concidered those words and once his brown eyes landed on Eli who had just arrived to see what was going on with (y/n), he grabbed the smaller boy by his book bag strap and shoved him back. And coincidentally Aja happened to be right behind Eli, grabbing him by the shoulders and keeping him in place. "Ai-ee!" Eli yawped with surprise and slight fear. (y/n) pulled herself away, keeping a distance between herself and whatever was going on right now. "You will take me to the leader of the science lab, now!" Krel demanded intimidatingly, holding up a hand to threaten physical violence if the nerd didn't comply. (y/n) couldn't just leave Eli to deal with these... characters.
Immediately Krel and Aja barged through the door of the science lab and immediately began to search all around the place. "What type of country is Cantaloupia, anyways?" Eli asked as he lingered by the entrance, (y/n) limboing under his arm that was holding the door frame to go inside with a playful sound from her purse lips as she did so before walking normally again. "Are you guys adopted?" Eli asked the two strange siblings as he jogged inside after them.
"No." Aja answered simply as she passed by the grouped up lab tables, and Krel examined the microscopes and projects that were lined up on the counter by the window.
Eli followed Aja, continuing to ask questions."Then why do you look, um, different?"
"Eli!" (y/n) gasped with an shocked and disappointed expression making him look over to her.
"What? I was just asking!"
"That is very mean of you, especially for you." She put her hands on her hips in a rebuking manner. "Haven't you considered that they're maybe just biracial twins?" (y/n) proposed, still very embarrassed and irritated by Eli's lack of filter.
"Different? Biracial? What do you guys mean? Mother made sure we looked just like you." Aja tilted her head at their words, lifting herself up to sit on the counter and sink counter beside a human skeleton model. The banging of Krel prying into a small and very old T.V box to expose the insides caught all of their attention to the Latino.
(y/n)'s breath was caught in her throat. "Ah! No, no, no, don't-!"The girl tried to get to him in the quickest possible way, attempting to slide over the lab tables in her path to safe valuable seconds but only ended up falling into the cabinets underneath the counter with a loud crash. And it was too late anyways since Krel didn't even hesitate once he managed forced the screen off to reveal its circuits and wires, not when (y/n) told him to stop or when she came crumbling to the ground beside him. He scoffed out a laugh. "Your technology is beyond primitive."
"What do you mean 'your technology'?" Eli interrogated becoming more suspicious of Krel's wording. Aja hopped off the counter she was on. "Do you always ask this many questions, human?" Questions Aja as she looked into the empty and dark eye sockets of the plastic skeleton model. In response, Eli fixed his glasses to sit straight on his face and crossed his arms. "Only when I'm suspicious."
(y/n) stumbles back onto her feet to see the torn apart T.V box. "Ohh! That... That is definitely property damage..." The girl fretted, looking at the destroyed box with a wince. But that's okay. As long as no one but them knew about it.
"There!" Yvonne's voice suddenly ratted out from the door, making everyone- except for Krel- look at her with surprise. "I told you they broke into the Science lab, Señor Uhl." Yvonne denounced pointing inside. The interim Principal looked inside and could barely believe his eyes. "Que pasa? What is going on here?" Señor Uhl pressed with harsh sternness.
Eli yelps with fear and (y/n) shouts at Yvonne. "You tattletaled?! You absolutely child-!" (y/n) scowled pointing at Yvonne with a scowl.
Aja suddenly pointed at Eli. "This one is interrogating us." She accuses. "And I am trying to locate a Daxial Array, which is not a band of any kind." Krel commented, only giving a side glance from over his shoulder before returning to his dismantling.
"You're not supposed to be in here unsupervised!" The Principal chastised, his tone making Krel turn around immediately.
"No, we're just not supposed to get caught." Aja crossed her arms in front of her as she made the remark.
Señor Uhl looked at Yvonne who gave a perfect and small smile at him. "Thank you for telling me about this right away, Ms Taylor. You did the right thing." He praised the redhead, seeing nothing but a model student reporting something wrong impartially and for the right cause, not a bully using her status to get her targets in trouble. (y/n) and Eli rolled their eyes when, once again, Yvonne was praised for her excellent behavior knowing that it was just her using it to get away with whatever she wanted. Yvonne gave an innocent look and spoke. "Just talk with them, Señor Uhl, don't give them detention. I would hate for them to get in trouble because of me." She pleaded with a concerned facade before walking away to class. Señor Uhl continued his scolding. "Students are not supposed—!" He groaned with anger, clenching his fists before calming his voice to be more collected but just as cold and demanding. "I want to speak with your parents. Tonight, six o'clock, sharp." He ordered as he stormed out of the science lab. "I want to meet them. Both parents. No excuses!" Uhl clarified strictly, his statement mostly directed to Aja and Krel. But even so, (y/n) and Eli were in trouble as well, and it was all because of that two faced goodie-two-shoes Yvonne.
Finally the day ended, and everyone was piling out of the building. When (y/n) walked out the front door she immediately heard the sound of honking. She looked up and saw Stuart's bright and eye catching taco truck parked right outside.
Everyone started to chuckle when Stuart fell out of the truck and lazily jogged to the entrance.
(y/n) sighed, shaking her head with a small smile twitching at the corner of her lips as Stuart made his way over to her in his pink bunny slippers. He was such a dork.
"(y/n)! There's my little Starlight!" He greeted her, pulling her in for a hug. The people around them shuffled away, complaining about the sudden smell.
"Stuart, you're stinking up again." (y/n) told him in a whisper, though not bothered by the smell herself. She was completely used to it. Stuart lifted up his arms and sniffed himself.
"I don't smell anything! Your nose must be off!" He teased, booping the tip of (y/n)'s nose. The two of them walked over to the taco truck and drove away.
(y/n) looked out the window of the food truck while Stuart kept his eyes on the road. She watched as houses and buildings pass, including some people. Her eyes landing on the scenic park in the middle of Arcadia Oaks. There she saw them again. Aja and Krel, standing with a very old man and their stubby legged and adorable dog. She remembered her strange interaction with the two when they broke into the Science Lab. She was reminded of how familiar their names were. (y/n) was certain she's never meet a Tarron before in the past. And they were searching for a Daxial Array of all things, a crucial part of any extraterrestrial spaceship. What in the world could they need that for? They parked the truck on the side of the road in front of Stuart's electronics finally, (y/n) realizing they had arrived faster than anticipated. Stuart hopped out of the vehicle before opening the door for (y/n). "M'lady." He says with a snort. (y/n) hopped out of the truck with a nod still thinking to herself. Aja and Krel Tarron. That sounds like House Tarron of... Oh. My. God.
"She did what? Broke into the Science lab? With three other students? That doesn't sound like her at all!" Stuart says over the phone with shock, most likely talking to Señor Uhl about what happened earlier that day. (y/n) was literally right next to him, dusting off the electronics that were on display. "No... yeah... Yes, I'll definitely speak to her about this. Thank you for telling me. Goodbye." Stuart nods, hanging up the call. Stuart looked over to (y/n), who didn't stop dusting. "So you 'broke into the Science lab' eh?" Stuart raised a brow, leaning against the counter in front of him.
"Yes." (y/n) immediately nodded, not bothering to deny it. "Two new kids wanted a sneaky peeky inside, so we and a buddy of mine snuck in."
Stuart sighed. "I think both of us know what comes next." He says seriously, making (y/n) raise a brow. A beat of silence filled the room until (y/n) heard Stuart sit down in a foldable metal chair. "It was that Yvonne girl that told on you wasn't it?" Stuart inquired making (y/n) roll her eyes and her lips to twitch upward at Stuart's gossipy tone. "Oh yeah, she saw all of her targets in one room and took her chance." (y/n) confirmed, making Stuart groan. "Oh! That's some low hanging fruit!" (y/n) chuckled softly watching him get up when his watch went off at exactly six to officially close the shop. Which was also the time Aja and Krel are supposed to see Señor Uhl with their parents...
Aja and Krel Tarron... that's right.
"Hey Stuart." (y/n) called from inside the electronic store. Stuart looked back at her. "What's up, buttercup?" He shut the blinds and flipped the open sign to closed while (y/n) dusted the countertops. The sun was already going down after a slow shift at the small corner shop. Once (y/n) was done, she and Stuart walked through the door that lead into their small living quarters.
"Can you tell me about the planets again, like when I was a kid?" (y/n) asked. Stuart stopped in his tracks, frozen in place for a moment before beaming brightly at her. His teeth visible through his lips.
"Of course! What do you wanna hear about? Nuobus? Pooplorth? Ohh, Durio again?"
(y/n) shook her head with a chuckle.
"Actually... can you tell me about Akiridion-5?"
Stuart sat down next to (y/n), letting his human disguise falter and shift back to his green self. He pulls her closer to him and he begins to talk. "Alright, if that's what you want Starlight."
"Very far from this universe, where the nebulas shine the brightest and the stars are so beautiful you can almost touch them, floats a wonderful planet called Akiridion-5. It's was created by two powerful gods, Seklos and Gaylen."
"Can we skip this part?" (y/n) asked, looking at Stuart's four eyes. Stuart raised a nonexistent brow. "Skip it? Uh- To where, exactly?"
"About the royals."
Stuart tilted his head before he shrugged, "Okay."
"The Planet was divided by two houses. House Akraohm and House Ventis. That was until King Fialkov and Queen Coranda joined together in marriage to bring them together, forming House Tarron. They then had two children, who would be the future of Akiridion-5.
Princess Aja Tarron and Prince Krel Tarron."
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