you were an alien, sorta.

you weren’t a little green man, atleast— you looked normal, you were just.. well, from another planet and ended up crash landing on earth.

you happened to crash near stanford university, the first person to find you was a blonde boy— who seemed just bewildered to see you.

“are you okay?” he questions a little loudly, his blue eyes wide with what seems to be genuine worry. “i mean— what happened? i don’t mean to harass you with questions but ..” he cuts himself off, growing aware of his rambling.

he’s just awkwardly standing infront of you, his palms up in a way to say ‘friendly’. you can’t blame him for being so spooked, i mean.. you didn’t exactly have clothes on.

“here—“ he attempts to soothe, tugging off his stanford hoodie quickly. he fumbled it with for a while before eventually passing it to you, almost hesitant to make contact.

“can you talk?”