The sun was setting, and the sky blushed with pink and orange colors. I walked towards my house with a smile on my face. This was the best day ever! I will never forget this day, even when I'm hundred years old.

When I opened the door and entered the house, I noticed a man sitting at our dinner table. I recognized him. It was that government agent guy I saw yesterday talking to Mr. Handerman. My happiness washed away. I stood there with my mouth opened and eyes widened.

"Kaley, you came just in time for dinner," Mom said.

"Mom," I said. "What the heck is he doing here?"

"This is Dean Jackson," Mom said. "I'm sure you two already met. He's here to do more investigating, asking questions and all. He was just asking me if I saw anything weird." I was staring at him while Mom chatted away. He stared back too. He gave me a smile, but I know a fake smile when I see one.

"Mr. Jackson thinks you saw something peculiar, too," Mom continued. "Why don't you tell him about what you know?"

"I don't know anything," I lied. "I saw nothing weird, I didn't hear anything weird. I don't know why everyone thinks I saw something."

Dean looked at me with suspicion. His stare really freaked me out. It's as if he was looking right through me to read my thoughts or something.

"OK, if you say you saw nothing, then you saw nothing. Case closed. Now come have some dinner." My mom was easy to convince. It's a good thing she doesn't have to give me a freaky suspicious look.

We ate dinner in silence. Half of the time, Mr. Jackson was staring at me. I acted like he wasn't, and ate my dinner casually. With all those weird suspicious looks, I definitely couldn't trust him. And why the heck did my mom invite him over?

After dinner, Mom told Jackson that he could stay if he wanted to and he could use my dad's study room to sleep in.

"Heck no! Absolutely not!" I told Mom. "That's dad's study room. We never used it after he died. We can't give it to some stranger!"

"Mr. Jackson needs a place to rest," said Mom. "He's a hard working man and he needs to be in something more comfortable. Your father's study room will have to do. And besides, Mr. Jackson is not a stranger. He's a nice man, and he deserves to be treated with respect."

What the heck is she thinking? Has she lost her mind?

"Why can't he go to a motel or something?" I said

"Because he asked if he can stay and I allowed it," she said firmly. "Now calm down and be nice to him." How am I going to be nice to a suspicious, rude, annoying, questionable man? He's going to ruin my life, and maybe Dainu's.

The whole evening I was grouchy. I didn't want a stranger staying at my house. My whole exciting day was ruined because of him. Now he will be asking me a lot of questions. Right now, he's not asking me any questions yet because he's exhausted, but I know that tomorrow he might throw millions of questions in my face. Why does he have to stay here?

The telephone rang. Mr. Jackson was about to pick it up as if he was expecting something, but I told him I got it. I answered it and it was Amy. That started to comfort me.

"Hey, Kaley. What's up?" she said.

"A lot of things," I told her. Mr. Jackson was standing right behind me, listening to my conversation. That was really creepy and annoying.

"Can you hold on a second, Amy," I told her. Then I told Jackson, "Do you mind? Can a girl have her talks in peace?" He continued to stare at me with his suspicious looks. He was really disturbing, so I went to my room.

"Sorry about that, Amy," I said. "There's this weird guy in my house and he won't leave me alone."

"What is he doing?" she asked.

"He keeps looking at me suspiciously, and keeps asking me if I saw anything weird. His name is Dean Jackson and he says he works for the government."

"Why is a government agent guy staying at your house?"

"Because he's still investigating and I think he knows that I'm lying about this whole alien-sighting thing. He's on to me, and it's freakin' me out!"

"Why don't you tell him the truth?" Amy asked.

"Are you crazy?!" I exclaimed. "If I tell him the truth, he's going to be all in my business until I finally tell him where the alien lives. He'll bring the whole army, the FBI, the IRS or something. And somebody is going to get hurt, especially the alien. Agh, this guy is driving me crazy!"

"Did you really see an alien?"

"Amy, you still don't believe me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice low. "I really did see him. I saw him today in the forest again. You got to meet him. He is so sweet!"

"What does it look like?" asked Amy.

"It's a he, not an 'it.' And he looks like a gorgeous, sweet, amazingly beautiful angel. His beauty is beyond imagination. He has a human figure, but he has green skin, green hair, and the nicest, prettiest green eyes. I spoke to him and he is so sweet and gentle. I told him my name and he says it's 'like sweet tasting nectar from a flower.'"

"Ooh, that's so sweet," Amy said.

"I know, but let me tell you the best part. I sprained my ankle when I was running away from him like a coward, and he healed it. I'm not lying. He actually healed my ankle."

"Kaley, I think you're overdoing it now."

"No, I'm not! He has special powers and can do almost anything. It was so cool!"

"Kaley, I know you convinced me to believe you saw an alien, but now you're telling me he has powers? C'mon, that's nonsense. There is no such thing as magic."

"Amy, you have to believe me! All of what I'm saying is true. I swear I'm not crazy. Come tomorrow and I'll introduce you. And bring Pam too."

"OK," Amy sighed. "But if this is all a big joke, I'm not going to talk to you for, like, ever."

"I swear on my father's grave I'm not joking around. You'll see. Once you see him, you'll start to believe."

We said our goodbyes on the phone and hanged up. I opened my door a crack, just to make sure Mr. Jackson wasn't eavesdropping. But I didn't see him around. Thank god! When I went to put the phone back, Mr. Jackson was on the couch reading. I tried not to make eye contact with him. All of a sudden he asked, "Who was that you were talking to?"

"Why is it any of your business?" I asked rudely.

"I work for the government. It's my job," he responded calmly.

"Just a friend of mine," I answered.

"Male or female?"

"Female."

"Where is she from?" I think he was starting to push it.

"She's half Irish, why?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I'm just curious," he said. "What does she look like?"

Okay, now he's starting to cross my line. Just because he works for the government and wants to find what he's looking for, doesn't mean he can snoop around my business and asked billions of personal questions.

"Why the heck are you so curious?" I said angrily.

"I told you, it's my job," he said. "I can ask whatever I want, even if it is personal information. Now may I ask some more questions?"

"No, you may not! I told you before, I saw nothing weird. Now will you leave me alone and stop bugging into my business?"

"No," he said plainly. He was giving me that look again. I couldn't stand that look. I think he knows what I'm hiding, and he won't quit until he gets it. Looks like my battle is going to be a tough one.

Mom came downstairs and saw us. Thank goodness she came. Now I can complain to her about this creep, and she'll believe me. She always takes my side. I'm glad she's still here today.

"Having an interview?" she asked me.

"I was just asking her about this town and what was her school like," Jackson said. "Nothing personal or anything."

Liar, I thought.

"That's nice," said Mom. "Would you mind interviewing me? I would like to get to know you some more."

Is she serious? Why does my mom want to talk to a guy like him? Why is she so trusting? He's ticking me off with all those questions. What's he got that dad didn't?

I watched Mr. Jackson and my mom chatting away about light and happy things. I was watching Jackson the whole time. He was acting so nice towards my mom just so he won't get caught. They laughed and talked together like old friends. This faker is no friend of mine. I just don't understand why I can see the lies through his eyes and mom can't.

"Ms. Langstrom, thank you for your hospitality," Mr. Jackson said. "I wouldn't have anywhere to go if it wasn't for you."

"Oh, you're so sweet, Mr. Jackson," Mom squealed.

Yuck!

"Please, call me Dean. You don't need to call me mister when I'm not wearing my uniform."

"OK, whatever you like."

"By the way," Dean continued. "Your daughter is a very nice, sweet girl. You're so lucky to have her. Wish I had a daughter just like her." He winked at me.

"You are a very sweet man, Dean," said Mom. "Isn't he, Kaley?"

"Whatever," I said under my breath. Mom gave me an angry look. Jackson just smiled.

"Well," he said. "I guess I'm going to bed now. Thanks again, Ms. Langstrom. Good night, Kaley."

I gave him a dirty look. He just smiled his fake smile and headed for bed. "Well, what do you think,Kaley? Isn't he the sweetest?" Mom asked me.

"No, thousand times no," I said. "Mom, listen to me. You can't trust him. He keeps asking me personal questions and won't get off my business."

"Kaley," Mom said. "Stop overreacting! He is a nice man and you'll treat him with respect."

"But, Mom, he's all over my business! After I talked to Amy on the phone, he started asking me weird questions like 'Is your friend a female or a male,' 'where is she from,' 'what does she look like.' It was starting to bother me. Mom, you've known me more than him. You've got to believe me."

I knew my mom was starting to believe when she gave me a concerned look. "OK, I trust you. I'll talk to him about it," she sighed and nodded.

"Thanks, Mom," I said. "You're the best. That's why I love you." I hugged her tightly, making sure that I will always be safe around her. She didn't know what had happened and why I was so upset, but she comforted me and hugged back. As long as I have my mom around me, I was safe and Dean won't bother me at all.