Author's note: I wrote this scene as a thank you for all of you wonderful, wonderful readers and fans of
the Dating an Alien Pop Star universe. I hope you enjoy it! **This takes place many years before the timeline
of Dating an Alien Pop Star**
“Dev! Dev, come here.”
Devon turned his head in the direction of his friend. They’d barely been in the Fifth City for an hour and Griffin had
already found something exciting to look at. Of course. Life with Griffin was a series of unexpected adventures,
cheerful horrors and crazy emotions. It was just Griffin’s talent, really, to find a story in everything and then need to
document it for later.
And out here, this was Griffin at his unbridled best. He’d learned to tone down his personality at home, in favor of
gray walls and quiet meetings, but out here… out here he was wild and happy and manic, bouncing from one thing
to another. Devon had many times wished he could have even half of Griffin’s natural energy, pour it into a vial and
keep it for later.
Griffin’s voice had taken on the imperious tone he saved for special people in his life. He was too respectful to use
that tone on a stranger, a servant, a soldier, a citizen. But with Dev, he could be bossy or loving or affectionate
“Gods, shut it, Griff. I’m on my way,” Devon said, dragging himself away from the waterfall he’d been staring at. It
wasn’t anything spectacular, but it was part of the Nature Tour that they’d paid a few credits to take part in (Griffin
had insisted on paying, even though the man at the desk repeatedly said it was complimentary for the Emperor
President’s son and his friend).
“You’re not fast enough. I’ll be old by the time you get over here,” Griffin said, as Devon approached. “Come here,
As soon as Devon was close enough, Griffin grabbed his sleeve and pulled him closer.
“Look, see it?”
“See what?” Devon squinted out into the thick green and purple of the natural trees. The Fifth City was the only
major city on their planet that had managed such impressive vegetation. It was relaxing, for sure, and the air was
fresher out here, but Devon couldn’t see anything particularly exciting. “Gods, Griffin, if you’re just messing with me
“Stop your whining. Look.”
“I’m looking.” Finally, though, Dev spotted a little red bird. He’d drawn a red bird, when he was younger, over and
over again for some reason. He couldn’t remember why now, of course, because he’d been so young, but he’d
even drawn one on a wall in his childhood room. His parents had let him keep it, and as he’d grown older, he’d
never bothered to cover it either.
“Looks like your bird, yeah?”
“Here, come here.” Griffin turned around so his back was to the bird, and fished out his communicator. “Turn
around, hurry up, before it flies away.” Griffin pressed his face close against Dev’s, snapping a couple holopics in
quick succession. “Did I get it?” he demanded, recalling the holopics to check them.
Devon turned back to look at the bird, watching as it wheeled into the sky and finally disappeared from view. He
couldn’t help wondering if it meant something, some kind of good omen.
“I got it! Good.”
Griffin loved to keep holopics from anything he found important, and before Devon could even say anything, Griffin
had moved on down the Nature Tour sidewalk, mumbling to himself. Devon hesitated, but then followed after him.
That evening, they were invited (though somewhat stonily) to dinner with local officials. Devon wished they could
just skip it, but Griffin had tied his black scarf around his neck, buttoned his jacket all the way to his chin, a sure
sign that he would follow his duty and make an official appearance.
Dinner stretched on a bit too long, leaving Devon’s mind to wander. He’d noticed a vase of beautiful flowers as they
walked into their host’s dining hall, and it had tapped into memories of the last time he’d seen flowers like that. He
wanted to ask Griffin if he remembered too, because they’d been together when they’d first seen them, but Griffin’s
full attention was stolen away by the Governor. Their conversation turned a bit sour when Griffin suggested some
of his ideas, so Devon dragged his attention back to the task at hand.
“Griffin’s spent a lot of time researching this,” Devon said, almost on instinct. He could tell by Griffin’s stuttering and
stammering that he’d lost his train of thought and likely wouldn’t regain it in time to look anything but a fool. “We
“Have you? And who are you?” the Governor asked.
Griffin and Devon stared back at him from their seats across the table, silently.
“I’ve heard tell of you, from a distance,” the Governor went on. “They say you’re his advisor. And I’d like to know
what education, what credentials you have to whisper in the ear of our Emperor-President-to-be.”
“He’s my best friend,” Griffin said, pressing his palms hard against the table top and leaning forward.
“That’s his title?”
Once Griffin was flustered, he frequently found it difficult to recover. He wasn’t good at expressing himself when
emotional, maybe from some long-buried denial, or maybe just from years of being told to shut up. Devon had long
ago become used to stepping in and speaking for Griffin in situations like these, rather than watch him get trashed
by more aggressive strangers.
“I’m no advisor, and certainly not an official,” Devon said, “I’m only Griffin’s best friend. I’m sorry if I’ve offended
you.” He hated saying it, but knew better than to let the situation get any worse.
“It’s nothing to apologize for,” Griffin said, and opened his mouth to say something else, but Devon caught his hand
under the table and squeezed it, barely shaking his head while doing so. “Anyway, thank you for dinner.”
Devon and Griffin left dinner and headed back to their rooms. As usual, Griffin headed straight for Devon’s room.
“He’s wrong about everything,” Griffin said, flopping down on the bed and removing his boots.
“You’re right in the middle of my bed, Griff. I’d like a bit of space too, you know.”
Griffin rolled onto his side, though that barely opened up any space. He frowned, chewing on his bottom lip. “I had
that dream again last night.”
He was always having dreams, and seemed to have decided Dev was his personal dream interpreter. “Which one?”
“The one where I’m on ‘Earth.’”
Dev laughed, tugging off his jacket and then his boots. “You have a lot of dreams about that place.”
“I mean the one about the girl.”
“You have a lot of dreams about girls, too.”
Griffin let out a ‘hmmmph’ noise and rolled onto his back. “It’s the same one, though. We’re connecting, you know.
Sex, great sex. It goes on forever and she’s full of all of these memories, but then she also has some of my
memories in her. What d’ya think that means?”
“I think you’re having sex dreams again.”
“It’s better than just that, though. I’ve never connected that way with anyone.” Griffin cleared his throat then, as if a
little embarrassed. “I mean, I’ve had good connections, of course. Just not, uh, not that way.” His eyes darted in
Devon’s direction. “Do you think she’s real?”
“Who knows. I’m tired, though, that I know for sure. You’ve dragged me across half the city today, and I’d like some
sleep. So move over, if you’re going to stay.” Devon flopped down, not even attempting to keep from hitting Griffin.
His foot connected with his friend’s knee and he settled in before speaking, “You staying?”
Griffin didn’t answer, which meant yes.
That was the thing about Griffin… the master of initiating adventures, seeking wonder out in everything, running
too quickly, and always acting before he thought… when it came time to be quiet, he didn’t like to be alone.
“Well… good night,” Devon said, switching the light off and closing his eyes.
Only moments later, though, he could feel Griffin shift around on the bed and then hear him flipping through his
holopics. He’d taken to doing that a lot lately, as if he was afraid he might lose the memories otherwise. Dev hadn’t
asked him about it, figuring it might have something to do with Griffin’s recent (albeit very short) secret relationship
Just as Devon was drifting off, he could see the slight illumination of Griffin’s communicator switch off, and Griffin
shifted around again. A few seconds later, Griffin’s arm tucked around Dev’s waist, and he moved closer to him.
“Goodnight,” Griffin whispered. His voice sounded so unexpectedly sad that Devon almost said something, but
before he could think of any good way to broach the subject, he heard Griffin’s telltale sleep-breaths.
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