Love From A Star: A BWWM Alien Romance Read Online Free

doctor.”
    “That’s
what I keep telling her,” Samuel said as he made a
reappearance.
    “Great.
Now I have the both of you ganging up on me,” she said as she
went back to cooking. “Dad, could you please set the table?”
    Samuel
just rolled his eyes as he took the dishes from the cupboard and laid
them on the table next to the silverware. No one made any further
comment as Jalicia scooped a serving of vegetables onto the three
plates. She had grown accustomed to Ned who had become like a fixture
since she returned. He had been her childhood friend, and she
remembered the days they would go exploring by the creek, or chase
butterflies and dissect frogs. But she was no longer that girl, and
Ned was not the scrawny kid she had remembered. He had matured into a
handsome man that even the freckles on his face seemed to give him
added personality and charm; the same freckles that had been like a
plague to him all throughout middle school.
    He no
longer saw Jalicia as before, and he had tried on several occasions
to get her to go to dinner or to a barn dance, but she had declined
on the grounds that she didn’t want to leave her father home
alone. He knew she was only making excuses, but he hadn’t
pushed her. Instead he had satisfied himself with being her friend
during the interim. He had hoped she would have come around, but she
hadn’t, so now he was like a part of the family. Besides, he
had Maggie now, and he seemed to adore her. Still, he found the time
to visit Jalicia as often as possible, under the guise of safety for
herself and her father. Though safety from what would be anyone’s
guess.
    “This
tastes even better second time around,” Samuel said as he dug
into his meatloaf.
    “See,
you need me,” she said as she smiled at him.
    “I
know how to make a meatloaf,” he argued.
    “Forget
it. I’d never forgive myself if I left and anything happened to
you,” she told him.
    Samuel
knew his daughter was stubborn, so he resigned from the task of
getting her back to Washington for the night.
    Ned sat
there looking at Jalicia; he had liked her from the start. Her
parents had bought the farm next to his when she was just about five
years old. He had wandered over to say hello, fascinated that her
skin was different from his, and that she looked so different than
anyone else he had ever met before. His cheeks colored as his memory
embarrassed him. He hadn’t been out of the town before then,
and he had thought she had gotten burnt. He had asked her about it,
and she had told him that was how her skin was.
    “Oh,
you’re black,” the small voice said as it echoed from
twenty years ago.
    “Yes,
and you are white,” she had said.
    He had
been fascinated by her from then on, as were so many other children
who had never actually met a black person before. She had been quite
the sensation, but it wasn’t just because of her dark skin; she
was the most loving child, and everyone wanted to be her friend. Ned
had called dibs on her, and she almost slapped the white off of him
when he had told her about it years later.
    “You
don’t own me,” the younger Jalicia had said.
    “I
know, but you live closest to me. It’s only right that I am
number one on your list of friends. I didn’t want anyone coming
too close to take you away, so I called dibs,” he had said.
    Jalicia
had laughed then, and her curly hair shook as she did. The two had
been close ever since.
    “What
are you smiling at?” she asked him when she saw the smirk on
his face.
    “I
was just remembering when we were children. I asked you if you had
been burnt,” he said as he laughed. “I can’t
believe what a hillbilly I must have sounded like then.”
    Both
Jalicia and Samuel laughed at Ned. “Yes you did,” Samuel
said. “I have to admit, before then, I had never been described
as that before.”
    “Man,
I need to go out and see more of the world,” he said, and then
slapped his hand over his mouth when he saw the look Samuel