Definition of friendship

One day, Trelane goes venturing out traveling from reality to reality. Until he sees one he does not like. Christopher Wallis, a private investigatior,had just lost his grandfather and was burning his Star Trek books. Every. single. one. He hated them. Why? His grandfather was ever-so-engrossed in those books. Trelane wanted friendship. Wallis wanted family. started: 11.10.2015.


9. parents fury

It felt like a good hour had passed, maybe more.

All I know is that  I was staring around at the nicely decorated room when a short man with graying hair walked in, well more like trembled in, using what appeared to be a hovering cane uplifting above the ground using some form of anti-gravity. It was odd until I noticed a tube connected to the unusual boots that had a steam-punk style to them. The door behind the floating old man closed. He had crystal blue eyes that were more finer than the other two dorks who found me.

"We . . . do not have much time."

I raised a eyebrow.

". . . For what?"

"We are more closer to it then you can imagine."


"Evolution to the next level, you flying insect."

"I don't see how I have wings or four legs like a house fly," I said, fed up with their vagueness in specific. "Spoon feed me this knowledge so I know what the hell you are getting close to!" I threw my hands up in the air. "I have met with more cryptic people than you!"

The old man shook his head.

"We will be leaving our solid states in a months time," The old man said. "Thousands and thousands of years of evolving . . . On our home planet that we respect . . . We are ready to embark on the next level of enlightenment."

I went through my hair using my hand.

"You are irritating," I said. "Explain to me like I were a child."

"My wife was among the first to become a entity," The old man said. "You. . . You have doomed yourself by not allowing yourself a temporary wife and be able to find your way back to your civilization! Even with the punishments that can be carried out on outsiders . . . I have yet to see one crawl on back to become one of us. Which is very impossible. We alone do not know how it begins or how it can be instigated with entity intervention. It comes around naturally for us."

I stared at the man.

"My race evolved from a little kind of monkey into me."

The old man stared at me for awhile.

"How long did your race begin?"

"2,100 million years ago."

"We've been around for 2,500 million years," The old man said. "I guess in a thousand years or so your race will embrace the next step of evolution. . . But perhaps that will take longer for you to embrace IT as it as you did with my granddaughter." His grip around the walking stick grew stronger. "We were willing to help you. Now we cannot."

"Cannot  help someone who likes the opposite gender?" I repeated. "You sound biased."

"Your race refuses to accept help and shortcut to leaving, so now I have to say that evolution will take its toll over several billion years," The old man said. "You are not ready." He started to turn around away from me. Now the way he was acting indicated that a terrible fate awaits me. "You will be dead in a weeks time."

"Hey, I can't read minds!" I said.

"I can read yours," The old man said. "And I will discover what these . . . Cheese puffs are."

I was hungry and thinking of cheesepuffs.

"Uh, so now I am your prisoner?" I asked out in rage.

"Your knees are being healed," The old man said. "That will take a days time. You will be fed. Take care."


The marriage would have been a sham.

A fraud.


All of the things I do not like.

If I liked her as a person, then yeah I could have gone ahead and gone with the act but I am not interested at the slightest in having sex with them. I found out my . . . little predicament when I was going to a middle school dance. It was . . . The day I discovered something was wrong with me. I hung around the guys most of the time as a boy rather than with the girls. I was so abstinent I was the only virgin boy who made it to high school. Yes, I did befriend some girls but none of them were . . . lets say. . . worth it. Anyway, back to the story. I asked my best friend at the time Craig Patterson to join me at the dance. He didn't care about how it would look for him, and I didn't really think about it thoroughly.

My grandmother acted so causal about the whole ordeal I didn't believe there was anything wrong.

Smile, picture, and off to middle school.

It was a Christmas Dance.

I was a kid when I found myself under the mistle-toe with a girl.  How had it happened? I didn't know but I felt like I should have joined in a innocent kiss but I didn't.  I simply apologized to her then went into the room. I felt like . . .I shouldn't have kissed her. It wasn't my cup of tea I would later learn. I felt uncomfortable kissing a girl. I was no doubtedly confused to why I felt these feelings.

"What's wrong with you?" Craig asked. "I know something is on you mind and you better spit it out."

"A girl kissed me." I said, in a shameful tone.

"Who?" Craig asked, excitedly.

"Ashely." I said.

"Why are you so ashamed about that?" Craig asked.

"It doesn't feel right." I said.

Craig raised up his eyebrows.

"Doesn't feel right?" Craig repeated what I had said.

"Yeah." I said.

"Lemme try a experiment," Craig said. "Follow me."

Craig took me by the hand over to the open doors.

"Craig, what are you thinking?"

"Its just a kiss, right?"


"Let's find out if anything is different, buddy!"

And then he kissed me on the lips. I couldn't believe how comfortable and at ease I became shortly after the first few seconds of the kiss. I didn't feel awkward. Perhaps it was because I had been more prepared for the kiss this time around. It lasted for a full two minutes. Craig backed off from the kiss with a smile on his face.

"So, anything different?" Craig asked.

"Wow." I said.

I could see the gears moving in Craig's head.

"Uh huh," Craig said, delighted. "Merry Christmas, Chris."

Craig hugged me, tightly.

I knew then I was different from everyone else.

For years afterwards I had to be sure of myself about my difference. When I was sixteen I randomly kissed a girl just to see how it would feel. Didn't feel right. Kissed my then still best friend Craig: felt right. When I was a teenager I asked my grandma about what is called when someone likes someone of the same gender.  My grandmother's reply? "It is called love, Chris." She had no fine line, as I would learn, so I went over to my grandfather. I wanted to see his reply. So I told him. His reply? "Christopher, there is no way to put it but you are gay." He approached it straight on telling me they both knew of it.

I sighed.

Great, I thought, what did I get myself into?

Craig went off to become a marine. But before Craig went off to training, he visited me at my flat and gave me a hug. At the time I was twenty-three. Now? I am thirty-two. I never saw Craig again. Never. Had he died, his parents wouldn't have told me. I was born in December 31st (A Friday) in Missouri in the year 2047. I had no idea  what was going on from the outside of this underwater planet. Were the captain and commander Spock searching around in the murky below?

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