Page 93 of I Think I’m in Love with an Alien

Jeneticist: I never agreed to that.

Stargazer: Aw, now Jen’s the fun sponge.

FarfromHome: I feel vaguely as if I should try to reclaim my title. Unsure as to why.

[one hour later]

Jeneticist: That was a good panel. I learned a lot.

Seeker: I hope that’s the end.

SquidHead: It’s extremely fucked up. He’s stalking you!

Stargazer: Anyone got eyes on him?

FarfromHome: I suggest a change in strategy. Use the crowd to your advantage.

Jeneticist: There’s a photo-op rush at the celebrity signing tent. We’re heading over there.

JazzyPlum: I’ll meet you there.

SquidHead: On my way also.

FarfromHome: Lost visual on the stalker.

JazzyPlum: Stay sharp. Looping around to come from the other side.

Seeker: Jen’s with me. Jaz too. I’m well enough. Let’s regroup.

Jeneticist: No sign of him. We might’ve lost him in the shuffle.

SquidHead: Meet up at the model rocket kit workshop? It’s about to start. 🚀🔨

Stargazer: Sounds good. On my way. And fingers crossed he doesn’t have a love for model rockets. 🤞

JazzyPlum: Putting my phone away. Hope we can just enjoy the con for a bit.

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Jennette

That weirdo watches us for the next two days.

And I make sure that Seeker appears human the whole time. I’m not sure how the tech works, but to me, Seeker always looks the same when he’s passing as a human. Hopefully, that’s the case with everyone. That way, his stalker can see and hear him enough to start thinking he was simply mistaken in his conviction that Seeker’s costume was too good to be fake.

I’ve had a blast this week, but I’m ready to go home, more now than ever since Seeker is going with me. I miss Scotty and Spock. I’ve been checking the nanny cam I left with them, and they seem fine when I check on them. Nancy says they’re eating fine, and since she’s an angel, she’s scooped their litter boxes a couple of times. The favor goes both ways. I take in her toy poodle, Mr. Snickers, whenever she travels. Scotty and Spock get along with him well enough. He’s an elderly dog who huffs more than barks.

It’s wild to think that Seeker will soon intersect with the minutiae of my daily life, meet my family and my neighbor/landlady, Nancy. The prospect simultaneously fills me with exhilaration and concern, but I don’t regret extending that offer. I can’t wait to discover what our life together will be like.

We’re driving home later today, and I’ll be honest; I’m absolutely conned out. Normally, I’m an introvert, and this much face time has worn me out. If we hadn’t promised the group that we’d swing by for one last wander through the fairgrounds, I’d have probably asked Seeker if he was ready to take off. But I prefer to say goodbye in person, especially considering what I’ve learned about half the group.

This morning, we pack up the car with my suitcases and Seeker’s one small bag, then check out of the Rellows Inn. A bit later, we meet up with the others in the parking lot, and everyone is on time. Poppy is dressed as Mantis without the paint since it’s a travel day for most of us. Jaz, Ravik, and Seeker appear completely human, not even a hint of cosplay, while Tad stuns me with an utterly on-point Kraglin costume.

“You look awesome,” I tell him, giving two thumbs up.

“Tall and bald? It’s one of the few costumes I can pull off.”

“Pinhead?” I suggest.