OKie Dokie! this idea has sorta been with me a while, at first i'm like, nah...but i guess you can say i was inspired, espeacailly by -the-voiceless- 's "You've Got to Be Kidding Me", SpiderxxChick's "The Predator User Guide", and "Show and Tell" by The Oracle Dragon! great fics!

I like Pred stories with humor and a spunky heroine(sp) to boot! i mean, seriously, the Predator females are such feminists! and bulky...scary bulky...*shudder* sides, i've always been very found of "Bad boy gets tamed" themes, i think Preds should be with nicer girls, girls that don't bite your head off... not like those scary females....they WILL kill you. i'm not all that into the whole 'the girl has to prove herself as a warrior and then he starts liking her' thing. Anywho, this is getting long, the intros lame, but i made it that way!

Enter Sophie! she's oblivious(you'll see why), nice(if your not her brother), not emo(never call her that),and complex in her own right! She's your new best friend(though she doesn't now it)! Enjoy ^.~

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PREDATORS, AvP, ALIENS, OR ANYTHING ELSE, THEY BELONG TO THEIR REPECTABLE OWNERS, I OWN NOTHING!!!

Intro

"SOPHIE! GET UP OR YOU'LL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!"

I wake up with a jolt. I fell asleep while doing my homework. Again. I adjusted my blue framed glasses which had made its way to my forehead.

Sophie. That's me, it's a pretty decent name if you ask my opinion, although I have to admit that the things that come to mind when I think about my name are 'soft' and 'defenseless'. Shouldn't 'Sophies' be bubbly and happy? Soft spoken maybe? Other Sophies might think otherwise, but even though I accept my name, I ponder on it sometimes.

Better get up. I groan, I quick shower and a change of clothes. Okay, listen up, I'll only say this once. This is what I usually wear, and what I look like.

A white T-shirt is simple enough for me, it's not tight(I don't have much breast to show off anyway), I'm a medium. I'm five foot two(I like even numbers)I wear blue jeans, they're not tight fitting but they're not loose, they're not perfect either, nothing in my life is. They just work. Sneakers make up everything my feet have known since I was 7. I'm usually wearing a fleece, depending on the weather, it's either thick or light. My arms have not seen sunlight in years. My hair's usually in a low ponytail, but there's always hair in my face, even just strands at the side of my face, but there has to be hair, I feel exposed if otherwise.

"SOPHIE!"

"I'm coming I'm coming---ow!" I bump into something in the hallway.

"Watch it, Braindead!" correction, it's my brother, but he's considered an 'it', right?

"Kiss off, Monkeydung!"

Josh is the worst brother you can imagine times ten, girls might think him attractive, but he's been my eternal tormenter since infancy.

"Blubberbutt!"

"Neanderthal!"

"Nerd!"

"KIDS, TABLE, NOW!" my mother is an amazing woman. With great vocal chords.

We made our way to the table, Josh started digging into the plate of pancakes like a savage, I decided to be more polite, "Good morning, Mom."

"Morning, sweetheart," she said over her shoulder as she brewed her morning coffee. "Morning to you too, Joshua…"

"Gmormfh" Josh didn't look up from his plate once.

My dad came from the hallway, he was putting on his grey blazer, "Coffee for two?"

He gave mom a peck on the lips.

"You know it," she responded.

I found the moment endearing, Josh on the other hand took this time to gag. I scoff, "You act like such a ten-year-old…"

He shrugs. There's syrup rolling down his chin, he's 17 but he acts 7...

"No fighting you two," I hear my dad say, "Sophie, eat up."

"Kay."

Unlike Josh, I take people bites.

***

School's the same as it's been all my life, mom had said once 'things'll be better when you get to highschool' I never believed her. I mean, why is high school any better than any other division? High school means peer pressure, more homework, and puberty, and let's not forget sex, everyone expects you to lose your virginity for some reason…I haven't. Not that anyone's asking…

Josh and me go to the same school but we act like we don't know each other, it's the only thing we agree on. Josh has a group of friends as retarded as he is, they don't know I'm his sister, I like it better that way. Some of them drool and it's not a pleasant sight.

Just because we act oblivious to each other at school doesn't mean he's not a jerk to me, he trips me and laughs at me. I get him back one way or another, my latest revenge involved yellow kool-aid and a brownie. He didn't take it to well.

I fell down walking down the stairs to Biology class, everyone around me laughed, I let them. I've grown used to it and I ignore it, although my posture doesn't appreciate my impassive attitude but I've grown to ignore it to.

You could say the only person that I can remotely call an acquaintance could be Liz. Liz loves life, she has a group of friends that love her, and she's the perfect example of a teenage girl. It's Liz's good heart that keeps telling her to check if I'm still alive. I'm under the impression that she thinks I'm emo. I'm not.

She's wanted to recruit me to her group once or twice but she stopped when I quite bluntly told her she didn't have to.

"Don't you ever get lonely?" she asked, in a very distressed tone.

"Meh."

"We can totally hang out and stuff!"

"Meh."

"Sophie!" she crossed her arms.

"Liz," I said calmly.

She shakes her head slowly, "every time…"

I'm not a social inept, I'm just not interested, I like who I am, Liz thinks I'm a lonely soul who needs help. Her motto is "Hug an Emo Save the WORLD!" I'm not emo.

"Headed for Mr. Jamus's class?" the bell rung.

"I'm not one for ditching…"

I like art. Forgot to tell you it's what I live for, Mr. Jamus is my art teacher, you can say he's attractive but he's very serious then it comes to art. And that's the only thing I care about.

"Another portrait of the stars, Sophie?" he asked, peering at my canvas of the galaxy.

I nod. "Yes, sir."

"That's not earth…" he points at the planet at the center with his pinky.

I nod again, "It's someplace else…"

"I'd like a portrait of some scenery from this planet," he says, "Does it have a name?"

Yes. "No."

He stares at it. "it's more mysterious that way…"

He walks off and I look at my canvas, a city with a jungle mixed into it, that's what I'm thinking of.

***

I barge into my house, there's a monster behind me. Josh decided to chase me after my revenge with the kool-aid and brownies all the way home.

"MOM!!!!" I shout for my only savior.

Josh is right behind me, "YOU'RE DEAD, YOU LITTLE VERMIN!!!"

"YOU DON'T EVEN NOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!"

"C'MERE YOU!"

"MOOOOOM!!"

"KIDS! KITCHEN! NOW!"

We did as we were told.

"You're gonna get it for trying to kill me, you jerk…"

"Shut up! She's probably gonna return you to whatever planet you came from…"

"Idiot!"

"Stupid!"

Mom clapped her hands loudly. "Enough! We're having a family meeting!"

Dad was there, perfectly content with Mom handling the situation.

Mom cleared her throat. Yep, dad's just sitting there, looking pretty darn happy. Mom cleared her throat again. Nothing.

"Honey!"

"What?"

"Do you mind?"

"No, you can go on ahead…"

She stared at him. Dad's looking pretty confused.

"…oh!" he finally got the memo, "Okay. Um…kids…we have something to tell you…"

Baby? I thought

"Baby?!" Josh said.

Dad started choking, he looked purple, thankfully Mom came to his aid and started patting him repeatedly on his back. Once Dad was catching his breath Mom frowned at Josh.

"What I do?"

"We're not having a baby," she said, "both your father and I are going on a business trip for a month."

Silence.

Don't you just hate it when your parents say something and expect you to be completely okay with it?

Josh doesn't. "What the fuck?!"

"Joshua! Watch your language!"

I don't either. "This is a joke, right? Like a seriously messed up one?"

"I'm not taking care of this baby!"

"Don't leave me alone with this monster!"

The following conversation consisted of shouting, grunts, and gestures that made us seem more gorilla than human.

The end result is as follows:

Mom and Dad are leaving, they expect us not to kill each other, they expect the house to still be standing, they will leave food, they will leave money, they might not be able to call but if they do we're expected to answer, me and Josh aren't happy, they don't seem to care.

"And whatever happens," Dad finished, "the dog must live."

***

Mom and Dad left for the airport while me and Josh went to school. Mom gave us both a bear hug and a heart tear goodbye saying she loved us. I wanted to point out that if that were true then she wouldn't be leaving me with the bane of mankind(Josh) but I decided not to. Dad sort of did the exact same goodbye but manlier. All four of us left and only two of us would come back.

"Hey, Wartface," Josh bumped me while we were walking back home, "got the keys? I need to check my email…"

"What happened to yours?"

"Left it home."

"Genius…"

"Whatever, hurry up and pick up the pace!"

I tossed him my keys, "Go on ahead, I don't feel like running…"

He sprinted off, it was only after I couldn't see him anymore I started regretting my decision. Josh was mean enough to lock me out. Still, living in the wilderness does seem better than living alone with Josh…

No. I need my computer.

I ran off home, I turned the knob expecting it to be locked, it wasn't.

"Huh…"I mused, "at least I won't have to break in…"

I opened the door and walked into my home. My house has always been uneventful, comfortable, and all things considered, peaceful. Tonight it ceased to be so.

There. In my living room. Six feet and some more inches, metal clad armor, a mask that screams 'death', arms crossed, and looking really annoyed. My mundane life decided it just pack it's bags and leave, and I didn't even get a memo. That bitch…

***

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