The Moonwalkers [COMPLETED ✅]

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Gage Park, Chicago, Illinois, United States of America- Earth 10:46 A.M, April 25th, 2018 A.D.

I raise my fist in front of Lonan’s front door, contemplating if I should be here in the first place. What was my mother thinking? What if he hurts me?

No. I shake my head. My duty is to Lonan.

I don’t have time to knock before the door swings open, and my fist hangs in the air for a few moments.

Lonan raises an eyebrow and I quickly drop my arm, clutching it with my other one.

“Umm, I’m here for the project...” I squeak out.

“You don’t say,” Lonan responds, keeping his face impassive.

I frown. “Let’s just do this.”

Lonan opens the door, and I step inside.

Expecting a bare house with a gloomy ambiance, my eyes are taken aback at the furniture dotting the hallway and paintings sprinkled over the walls.

Paintings of the ocean, of the Grand Canyon, and my favorite... A waterfall. I stand and stare at them, my jaw practically on the ground.

“What did you expect? A graveyard?”


He takes my arm, pulling me over to his kitchen. The oven and refrigerator are sleek silver and the countertops are marble black. All in all, it’s very simple, yet elegant. He lets go of my arm.

“Sit,” he instructs, gesturing to the stools next to the island in the middle. I take one, putting down my bag on the countertop.

“Let’s just get this over with,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. He settles down on the stool next to mine, much to my dismay. But I suck it up and ignore it.

Pulling out my laptop and the books I use for this class, I nod in agreement. I have to make an effort to get to know him.


“Wait, which is the DNA?” Lonan asks, his eyebrows scrunching.

“It’s the one that has two bands. It looks like many infinity signs put together,” I explain patiently, pointing to the diagram I drew on Word. After 30 minutes with the guy, my wariness has dwindled quite a lot. He hasn’t tried anything.

“Right,” he mutters, sighing. “How do you remember this stuff?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. It comes naturally. Like learning new languages.”

“That’s because all celestial beings can learn languages easily. But for some reason, I can’t with this. Why do humans torture themselves this way?”

I snicker. “Maybe it’s torture for you but not for a lot of people.”

I look back at the screen, and my eyes widen. The computer flashes grey static for a few seconds, then completely turns black.

“Oh come on! You had one job! One job!” I shout, shaking my laptop back and forth. My computer just managed to erase all of our progress before I could save it.

Lonan, much to my confusion doesn’t seem as angry as I am. In fact, he looks quite like the opposite.

“What?” I snap at him, my eyes darting to his. He grins.

“You’re not what I expected, Moonwalker. You’re this goofy girl who’s really invested in her studies. Plus, people at school like you.”

“Yeah, well, it’s called being nice and responsible. You have to blend in. And I have a name you know.”

“Selena,” Lonan tests out the word as if he’s trying it for the first time. It occurs to me that it probably was his first time. He shakes his head. “Nah, I’m calling you Moonwalker.”

I open my mouth to tell him that I’m technically not a Moonwalker, but decide against it, clamping my lips back together. If I told him, he’d know he’d be able to beat me. And I don’t trust him completely yet.

“¿Todo bien?” a sudden voice whispers into my mind and I almost jump out of the stool.

“Sí, gracias,” I respond to my mom, struggling to get the words across. It seems that the greater the with the biggest distance you have between each other, the harder it is to communicate.

“Mind link, huh?” Lonan asks, and I almost choke on my own saliva.

“How did- How did you know?”

“Well first, you make this cute little face when you try to communicate with whoever you’re talking to. Your mother, I assume? And second, your eyes glow blue for a couple of seconds.”

My hands immediately dart to my eyelids, pulling on my eyelashes.

Lonan lets out a little chuckle. “You’re weird, and not at all the brat I had made you out to be.”

The sudden change in his attitude leaves my head spinning. Maybe he’s actually warming up to me...

I sigh, running my hands down my face. “Why did you think I was a brat?”

“Why did you think I was this horrible being?”

I stare at him. “You’re a fallen angel. And I still think you are horrible.”

Lonan’s grin vanishes. “Why?”

“Remember at the mall? You kind of threatened me...”

“Oh, that.” Lonan clears his throat and cracks his knuckles. “I thought you were this almighty Moonwalker that was out to destroy us, the fallen angels.”

“We’re fallen angels too.”

“Yeah, but by choice. We were literally banished from our homes. Your parents were sent here to keep us in line. I know some of my kind are always trying to find ways to overthrow God and all, but some of us are genuinely just trying to survive.”

“That’s not- We don’t-” I sputter, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “What’s that supposed to mean? We’re just supposed to help you get back on the path to Heaven.”

Lonan snorts. “You kidding me? Some of your parents’ pals beat us up for no reason.”

“I’m sure they must have been provoked,” I defend.

“All my friends were doing was eating on their porch steps. Then some of your kind,” his eyes flit to mine, “showed up. And they beat them black and blue.”

I wince, bringing my hands to my lap. “That’s not true...”

“Wow, you are definitely not what I expected. I know I said that already, but I thought you were just like the rest. Seems you’re oblivious to your kind’s doings.”

“What are you? Human?” I snide. My fists clench. “Just because some of us are like that- and I don’t think that’s true by the way- it doesn’t mean the rest of us are. ”

“Well, aren’t you doing the same thing as me?” Lonan muses, resting an elbow on the countertop. He places his head in his hand, facing me.

“I- That’s because- It’s a fact that-”

“Have you seen me do anything wrong? Besides ‘threaten’ you of course.”

My mouth opens and closes like a fish. “No, but-”

“Exactly. So don’t be a hypocrite, darling.”

"Darling?" I shriek. “My name is Selena.”

Lonan smirks. “Darling.”





“Weren’t you going to call me Moonwalker?”

“Ah, but you see, you’re not what I picture when I say that word, so I changed my mind.”

“Just call me by my name,” I deadpan.

“Nope,” he retorts, cocking his head in his hand.

“Why not?”

“I like darling.”

“Well, I don’t.”

“¡Selena! Hora de irse,” my mom tells me through mind link again.

“I’m going,” I tell her. I close my laptop and books, pushing them in my bag.

“You gotta go?” Lonan asks. He raises his head off his hand, stretching his arms.

“Yup,” I say, putting my bag’s strap over my shoulder. “And we need to meet up again to do the project from scratch.”

Lonan and I walk the short distance to his front door and he opens it for me. I step through and turn around to face him. “Umm, thanks for meeting with me.”

“Sure thing darling.” And what he does next horrifies me. He winks. Winks!

I scoff. “Goodbye.” And I trudge the rest of the way to my house, hearing the door click shut behind me.

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