His smile grew wider, 'We couldn't have you going home in the dark again, now could we?'

You jumped, 'Pardon!?'

He placed his hand on your shoulder, lightly pushing you back onto the bench.

'Who are you?'

You knew they'd have to answer it sooner or later.

'Me? or us?'

'Us?'

He laughed and his smile grew bigger, 'I can see we're not going to get anywhere like this. Where should i start?'

'From the beginning maybe?'

'Eh? But that'll take too long, and its already late. I'm sure your parents wouldn't want you out with some stranger at night.'

'They would hardly notice...'

'Huh?'

'Nothing. So are you going to tell me or not?'

'Ok i'll tell you, but promise that you wont freak out.'

'I promise.'

'Well for starters: i'm, no- we're not human.'

'Hmph! I've already worked that out.'

His eyes widened, 'You have!?'

'Well i didn't know it was possible for there to be 12 goodlooking guys be on a exchange together.'

You swore you saw his cheeks get redder for a second.

He nervously chuckled, 'I don't mean like that. I mean, we really aren't human: we're aliens.'

'Yeah sure, and i'm the prime minister's daughter.'

'_____, i'm not kidding right now. It's the truth: i'm an alien. Let me show you something.'

All of a sudden he held his hand: mini balls of light floated from his palm.

He noticed your shocked expression and stopped.

'W-wha-at just happened?' You asked in dumbfoundment.

'Ah, that? That was my power: light. Not the most useful or exciting power, but i can control light. The other guys also have their own powers.'

'So~ You guys are superheroes?'

'No, we're ALIENS.'

'Since when did ALIENS have superpowers?'

He sighed, 'I know this is a bit hard for you to take in, but i'm not lying to you: we. are. aliens. and your soulmates.'

'Excuse me?'

'I said we are aliens.'

'Yeah, you've said that like ten times already. What did you say after that?'

'Do you really want to know?'

'Yes, isn't that why im asking?'

'You'll regret it.'

'How?'

'Because i'll have to show you.'

'Show me what?'

He leaned in, his hands grabbing your shoulders: his eyes locking with yours.

You continued to stare back at him, 'Well...?'

He broke eye contact and started to stare elsewhere on your face, 'Are you sure you're not going to regret it?'

'Regret wha-?'

His lips touched yours and your eyes widened.

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