The Hideous Girl Returns

Gaz bit her lip, clearly mulling something over. Finally, she sighed. "Okay...John, I want to start this off by saying I love you." That's...not the best way to start this sort of thing off. "I love you too," I quickly replied, "but what does...?" She cut me off, holding up a hand before gesturing for me to sit next to her. A bit confused, I did as she asked. "...you're...uh...you're not my first...partner," Gaz mumbled, fiddling with her fingers. ...wait, did she think she was MY first partner? I decided not to correct her. Let's just say there is no way Gaz was ever going to run into my ex and leave it at that.

Regardless, I gave her a kiss. "Gaz, I'm not going to get all jealous over a past fling," I said, reassuringly. She gave a nervous smile. "Uh...even if I kinda...still...feel for her?" she questioned. I gave her a somewhat blank stare. "...are you asking me to invite your ex over so you can make up with her?" I was a bit surprised to find myself actually a little upset by that. I reminded myself that no matter what, Gaz was going to stay faithful. It's what she was made for.

Panicking slightly, Gaz waved her arms. "No, no, no...well, kinda, but...look, John, you're the best. You're irreplaceable to me. It's just...well...she was important to me too. And I fucked that relationship up," she explained. Sighing, I sat back. "...so, who is this mystery lady?" "Please don't be Ms Bitters," I prayed, "For the love of god, please don't be Ms. Bitters." I didn't care HOW good the company was. I don't want that sort of thing in my life.

Sighing, Gaz leaned on the arm of the couch. "Her name's Tak. She's...different," Gaz said, offering one of the vaguest explanations I had ever heard. "It's funny. She was a lot like me when we got together. I mean, how I was when I met you, John. Down on her luck, miserable and alone." Gaz shrugged. "I don't know why I helped her. Hell, I was part of the reason she was in her current situation."

She was keeping the whole "alien" thing from me, but that was fine. Hell, it might not even be the case in her memory. "She was hostile as fuck at first. I shouldn't have blamed her," Gaz went on, "but I was a spiteful little shit." I refrained from pointing out she was still rather spiteful, mostly to spare myself from that spite. "It was right out of some shitty romance movie. We just seemed to hate each other. Despite that, I didn't kick her out while she was down or turn her in. I just threatened her into accepting my hospitality, such as it was." She chuckled, lost in her programmed memories. "Anyway, it was during a shouting match that we were in each other's faces. Next thing I know, we're kissing. So crazy..."

Her wistful expression turned sour. "But did I appreciate it? Like fuck I did," she hissed. "I stood her up on dates to play video games. I came off as cold, heartless. I couldn't act like I truly cared for her. Whenever I tried, I'd get butterflies in my stomach like the awkward school girl I was. That made me angry and that only made things worse. I'm stunned she stayed with me as long as she did." She ran her fingers through her hair. "I just need to see her again..."

I decided to grant that wish. "...what was she like?" I could have made this Tak however I wanted, but I wanted some suggestions, if you will.