Author: Meisha Nicole PM
A conversation between girlfriends one of this world and one not about terminology, fitting in and trying too hard.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Words: 1,099 - Published: 01-28-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2886380
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"I'm an alternative life form!" she argued, her normally pale cheeks painted a dark pink hue to her anger. An argument had broken out between her and her girlfriend only a few moments before and she wasn't even sure how it had started. She was, however, intending to get her point across no matter what.
"You're an alien, Shiva." the other woman muttered without looking up from her desk. Unlike Shiva she didn't care about the argument. It was pointless to her.
"Margaret why do you insist on being so cruel to me?" the alternative life form AKA alien whined, her long lavender locks surrounding her like a curtain as she leaned forward and buried her face in her hands with an air of depression circling around her.
"I'm not being cruel," Margaret insisted, dark brown eyes peering over a pair of thick rimmed glasses to glance over at the sulking woman on the couch.
"Yes you are! You're calling me an alien! Do you know how hurtful that is to me?!" she exclaimed as she looked up, anger flickering in her violet eyes which was an odd occurrence for her. Normally Shiva could not manage to feel anything but love and adoration for her precious Margaret even though the brunette she insisted on loving so much was a cruel, cold tyrant at times.
"It's the truth. Why can't you accept it?"
"I can accept that I am an alternative life form but never will I use the term alien!" she said firmly. "How could you want me to be associated with a term that carries a stigma of visitors from other planets being green, one eyed, big headed freaks that anally probe people? I don't want to be known as one of those things, Margaret. I don't even like anal!"
Staring at her with a blank expression, Margaret turned away with a shake of her head. Her girlfriend often left her speechless. "Shiva the definition of alien is a foreigner and since you are one to this planet you are technically an alien."
"I don't see why you can't call me an alternative life form. It sounds so much better then alien!" Shiva muttered. "It's almost like how alternative sexuality sounds better then the term homosexuality."
"You're an idiot," Margaret replied bluntly. She didn't want to admit that Shiva had a point. With her comparison what she was saying did make sense but she hated admitting when anyone else was right. It was a complex she had.
"Must you be so mean to me Margaret?!" Shiva whined. "You know it's at times like this that I regret parking my interplanetary SUV in your backyard."
"It's called a spaceship first of all and you didn't park it. You crashed it into my shed," Margaret corrected without looking up from her desk as she continued to type away at her computer.
"Okay maybe I did crash my interplanetary SUV into your shed but it was an accident!"
"Your spaceship looked nothing like an SUV. It was round which is not the shape of an SUV."
"... you want to make me seem like some sort of alien freak don't you Margaret?" Shiva whispered, frowning when she failed to get a response out of the pig tailed brunette hunched over her desk. "All I want to do is fit in!"
"Shiva you have lavender hair and bright purple eyes!" Margaret snapped. "... and telling them that you dyed your hair and wear contacts won't help. People will still think your weird."
"You try too hard." Margaret muttered as she massaged her temples softly. She felt a headache coming on.
"Well if you humans didn't make it so hard for people who are a little bit different to fit in, maybe I wouldn't need to try so hard!" Shiva pouted. All she wanted since she came to earth was to fit in at least somewhat with the earthlings but Margaret was right. The harder she tried the weider she seemed.
"I don't know why you want to fit in. Being normal is vastly overrated."
"Well, of course, your going to tell me that Margaret! You despise people."
"Maybe if you thought like me you wouldn't constantly feel worried over what people thought of you." Turning towards Shiva, she sighed and gave a slight roll of her eyes at the distraught expression on her face. "Were you this eager to fit in on your home planet?"
"No I never had that problem. I was very well liked," she answered truthfully. Back home she she had gotten along with most people she met but this all changed when she crashed landed her interplanetary SUV into her dear Margaret's shed. On earth people stared at her as if she had two heads.
"Shiva it would help if you didn't try so hard. The harder you try the more desperate you seem but remember humans are fickle creatures that tend to ostracize people who aren't normal. I don't see why you'd want to fit in with them anyway."
"You speak ill of your own people so quickly," Shiva grumbled with a shake of her head. She shouldn't of been surprised though. Her Margaret tended to be a very negative person.
"It's because I have first hand knowledge of how they act. You, on the other hand, don't so naturally your feelings towards them are more positive."
"Your impossible. Do you know that?" Shiva sighed softly. Sometimes her smaller lover was so exhausting! Closing her eyes for a moment, they flew open when she felt arms wrap around her shoulders and upon inspection she found Margaret hugging her loosely. "Is this comfort?" she asked teasingly and when the brunette huffed and looked away she grinned .
Leaning against her girlfriend, she relaxed in her arms and thought for a moment before glancing back up at Margaret who still had her head turned. "So do I really try too hard?"
"Yeah but trying so hard isn't always a bad thing," Margaret told her with a barely there smile. "That is how you got me."
"How did I manage to do that?" Shiva asked seriously, not understanding how her trying so hard had gotten Margaret to agree to go out with her and when she only received a laugh and kiss on the head in return she sighed.
It was better if she didn't know.