@chartreuxis Is working on the comic for their Jamilton Alien!Au. While they do that, here’s part 2 of the story. I hope you guys like it, and I hope you enjoy their work when they post it. Keep an eye out for their work; their art style is so dang cute.
Thomas couldn’t tell you how long he’d been waiting for class to end. He was exhausted after spending all day faking a smile and confidence and trying to fit in. Even as a freshman, he had a reputation to build and uphold. He kept checking his watch, hoping that time would move more quickly and catching his friend's eye who stifled a snort at his impatience and looked back to his notes. He would be lost without his friend James in his life. Who else could understand the chaos in his head that was exacerbated when he was around people? Thomas couldn't imagine life without James to ground him anymore.
Knowing that Thomas needed space to recharge himself, James parted ways with him after class, leaving Thomas to stroll back to his apartment at his own pace. It was relaxing to be outside, to feel the sun on his face; the warmth of the sun on his skin compared to the crisp autumn air reminded him of home, and he wished desperately to go back to the golden fields as fall set in, and plants began to go into die or fall into a deep sleep.
Hands crammed into his pockets, Thomas sighed quietly and made his way back home, where he was just happy to find silence and warmth. Bless heating and air systems. He dropped his bags at the door, hung his jacket, and kicked off his shoes on his way to the kitchen to make himself a mug of tea. At the moment, he just needed something to warm up and soothe his nerves. Taking the mug of tea with him, he collapsed onto the couch and exhaled in relief. Thomas closed his eyes and relaxed into the plush cushion, savoring the feeling of being home and alone. Silence. That was all he needed here. But something felt off. Something was different.
He opened his eyes and peered around the room curiously. Thomas couldn't put his finger on whatever it was that wasn't right to him; he needed to investigate.
Setting his mug to the side, Thomas started to search his apartment, looking for anything out of place that would alert him to someone had been here. He just had that...feeling.
Nothing in the living room or kitchen, so to his room he went.
If you had asked him if actually finding someone or something was on his mind, he would have said no, but that hair-raising feeling was natural for people. But looking at the mess on the floor in front of his closet, Thomas was inclined to believe that something had definitely been here. "Really?" Thomas grumbled to himself, forgetting to finish looking around as he started collecting the pile of clothes.
Only, he couldn't. He tried to pull them up again, this time grabbing his hoodie, only for there to be an unearthly squawk that was wearing it. They started to flail, panicking and grasping at their neck where the collar was choking them; Thomas yelped and jumped back after he let go, stumbling and falling on his ass by the pile of clothes. The mass flailed another second before it managed to sit up. It whirled around to look at Thomas, large eyes impossibly wide.
It was startling to see someone with such large eyes, and with such a vibrant blue. They were beautiful, in an odd way. Dark, wavy hair fell over its shoulders delicately once the hood fell back, with two antennae popping up once the weight of the hood was gone. The pale blue skin worried Thomas for a moment, that color usually meaning someone was oxygen starved. But whatever this was, it wasn't human, and it may have been different. How he managed to have that logical thought, Thomas couldn't tell you.
He would have found the creature cute if he were not in the middle of freaking out.
The being tilted its head curiously, large eyes narrowing slightly as it took Thomas in. It opened its mouth to say something, maybe, but Thomas was already falling to the side, passing out.
