Do you know that feeling where everything looks real but doesn't feel like it? That would be the feeling that I have now. Drew and I stepped foot into the household and I felt like I was having an out of body experience. The home was decorated beautifully with picture frames on its dark, rich purple walls and fake plants. The soft yellow light emanating from the ceiling and mangled lights cast beautiful shadows on the wall, making the home feel even more luxurious.

As we walked further into the house, we saw the kitchen that had beautiful marble countertops and an island. Above the island, was a glass chandelier that glittered and made anyone who saw it drop their jaws in awe.

Moving on from the kitchen, we walked into a room that must be a living room. The room was carpeted with a soft, white material. It felt like I was stepping onto a cloud. It was that soft.

The living room had a comfy L-shaped couch that faced a fireplace that looked like a fire has never been lit in it. The space around the fireplace was tiled with a smoky, black and white marble. It was honestly beautiful. I watched Drew's expression and he seemed just as, if not more, amazed than me. His eyes were as wide as saucers and were glossed over. He looked like he was about to cry.

"Hey, you okay?" I ask, softly. I grab his hand and squeeze it lightly.

"Yeah. It's just . . . It's just so beautiful." He whispers, squeezing my hand back.

"It is, isn't it? I decorated it myself." An unknown voice says. Drew and I spin on our heels to face the unknown person. We come face to face with a man and a woman that looked to be about my age.

"I heard we were getting a couple of roomies. I'm Joyce and this is my husband, Scott." Joyce says, "What are your names?"

"Oh. I'm Bella and this is my . . ."

"Boyfriend." Drew fills in. I stare at him, eyes wide with a 'wtf' expression. He looks at me and smirks before giving his attention back to Joyce. "I'm drew. It's nice to meet you." He sticks out a hand and Joyce shakes it, welcomingly.

"You got a nice grip there, Drew. You must do a lot of work outside." Joyce admits.

"Yes, ma'am. Had to live, somehow." At this, Joyce frowns.

"Would anyone like anything to drink?" Scott asks, giving Joyce a pointed look.

"Oh, yes. Sorry about my informalities. We have water, tea, and coffee. What would you like?" Joyce asks.

"Wait. You have coffee?!" I ask, excitedly. I feel like I'm about o freaking explode with how excited I am. It's been so long since I've had coffee.

"We usually save it for special occasions and this seems like a very special one. Would you like some? Oh, who am I kidding? I know you want some. Who doesn't want coffee?" Joyce perks up, feeding off of my excited energy.

"You and I are going to become VERY good friends. I can feel it." I say, as we all shufflers the kitchen.

We walk into the kitchen and Joyce begins getting out the coffee beans and setting up the machine. Drew, Scott, and I lean against the island as we watch her prepare the glorious beverage.

"So . . . What's it like living here?" I ask no one in particular, as we wait for the machine to brew us some coffee.

"Eh, it's ok but I wish that we would have more supplies and a less strict schedule." Joyce says, turning around to face us.

"Schedule?" Drew asks.

"Did the governor not tell you it?"

"Nope." I say, leaning forward. "What's on it?"

"Well, everyday we have to get to the square by 8 for a brief meeting on upcoming events. Around 9, people begin working and usually stop at 6. Then, on Mondays, Wednesday's, and Fridays we have the pod drive and walk through. Then, finally, we have to get home by nightfall." Scott says, crossing his arms. Joyce gets a few mugs from a cabinet above the stove and sets them down on the counter.

"What's the pod drive and walk through?" Drew asks.

"Well, that's where visitors from outside this habitat come in and walk around and view us." Joyce says, pouring hot coffee into the mugs and placing them on the island. I grab a black mug with a red bear on it and bring it to my lips. I let out a comforting sigh as the liquid slides down my throat. I wish that I could always have coffee.

Drew looks at me and gives me a perplexed look. I drink more of the coffee and as I set the mug down, I give him a wink. Like clockwork, he blushes and then looks away like he was embarrassed to be blushing.

"Do you mean aliens?" I ask, directing my attention to Scott and Joyce.

"Sadly, yes. I bet you've had your run-ins with them considering that you are here."

"You could say that." Drew and I say at the same time. We look at each other and start laughing.

"We've had our fair deal of them," I reassure.

"Well, I would love to hear that story." Drew and I look at each other as if we were having a conversation through our minds. Then, he nods his head. And so, we tell them. From the very moment that drew and I met all the way to now. We didn't give them the details, mainly because it's personal, but we did give them the main points. By the time we are finished, the sun had set and Scott had to lock the door.

Scott and Joyce were shocked by our story. "So you're telling me that you guys were kidnapped years before the rest of us were, taken on a ship with a bunch of other aliens for god knows what, captured because a creep had a crush on you, tortured because you tried to escape him, and then get rescued only to be captured again and taken here?!" Joyce shrieks in disbelief.

"Yeah, that pretty much sums it up." I say.

"What the fuck?!" Joyce yells, still shocked by our story. Drew and I laugh as Scott scolds her for her use of language.

"I will not be told what to say, Scott Michael Ray Junior." She scolds, glowering at him. Drew and I are cracking up as she romps towards him, trying to act intimidating. Scott looks so scared right now. He looks like he is about to piss himself.

"Ok, ok. I'm sorry. Please forgive me," Scott begs.

"You are forgiven." She says, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. He wraps his arms around her, hugs her, and then whispers something in her ear. She blushes a little before looking back at us and then she blushes harder.

"Would you guys like to get settled down? We have an extra bedroom." Joyce says quietly.

Drew and I look at each other and then we nod our heads. Scott and Joyce lead us upstairs and shows us our bedroom, their bedroom, and then the bathroom. After showing us our rooms, they quickly mutter their good nights and dash to their bedroom. I guess we know what they are doing tonight.

Drew closes the door and then walks towards me. "What's up, girlfriend?"

I snort and then reply, " What's up, boyfriend?" We both start cracking up as we walk to the bed. Our room had beige walls and had a queen size bed next to a window. There was a walk-in closet that was filled with what I would assume to be Joyce's clothes. There was a table that had a little bit of dust on it and had a couple of picture frames. In one frame, Joyce and Scott were holding each other. In the other, a small group of people surrounded them. They were smiling and doing silly faces. This reminds me of my family. I miss them.

"But seriously, do you want to be my girlfriend?" Drew says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I'm sorry, what?"

Did he seriously ask that or was I just hearing things?

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Drew asks, nervously. Do I want him to be my boyfriend? I mean he is sweet, nice and he is caring. He helped me survive, granted he also tried to kill me at first. But we are past that. So, why wouldn't I be his girlfriend?

"Yes!" I say, instantly being lifted up by Drew as he twirls around. I swear to god it was like we were in some type of rom-com, at least that was what it felt like. Drew sets me down on the bed, him looking down at me. Suddenly, I get the urge to kiss him. So, that's what I do. I stand up and bring his lips to mine.

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