I've been to Alexander's house twice. First time was in grade 4 when I offered him a ride back home after a basketball match. Second time… Same thing but I was in grade 6. And it was his birthday so he invited me to stay at his house after the match with his friends.
Yes, my 11 year old self in a house with a bunch of 12 year old guys. You'd probably expect this extremely popular guy to be living in something like a huge mansion, right? Well no. Not exactly. He lived two blocks away from me in one of the most recently built, modern houses.
His house was four stories with a small attic, and a huge lawn. His part of the neighborhood was for the slightly wealthier families, so each household got their own share of open space.
A lot of the families living in these tall houses were young, newlywed couples, and it didn't suit their lifestyle at all. Two young people, living in a four story house? Complete waste of space.
But for Alexander's family, they needed as much space they could get. Alexander was the oldest child of their family, aged 16. His three younger sisters were 4, 9 and 13. His parents weren't often home, but when they were, that would be 6 people in the house at once. Complete mess.
Mr. Miller gently eased the car to a stop in front of the neatly painted house. It was mainly white, apart from the balcony above the door at the second floor, the two smaller balconies at the right corner of the house, and the windows.
The moment I pushed the door open from the backseat, shrieks of children's laughter filled the air. Standing up with my bag and closing the door, I squinted my eyes against the sunlight to take a better look at the house. Jutting out from the perfectly green lawn at the back of the house was a fat, yellow, puffy thing that looked suspiciously like the side of a bouncy castle.
Bouncy castles were the ideal things adults used to entertain 9 year old boys. And girls.
Looking even more carefully, I managed to make out the petite little bodies of the children jumping around happily on the lawn. There were already so many kids running around on the grass, I began to worry how many were in the bouncy castle. And that also meant there was no way I would ever find Maxwell in that crowd.
But apart from that, the house itself looked pretty peaceful.
"Wow," Grace commented. "This is definitely not what I had expected."
I chuckled slightly. "How many times do I have to tell you, Alexander Welsh does not live in lala land."
Grace shrugged.
She didn't know who the real Alexander was. Being part of the popular group and all, she's only ever seen his cool, mysterious, player facade that he puts on in front of everyone in school. Me, being his childhood friend and all, knew exactly how he truly was. As much as I disapprove of his ways, it's how he's grown and I can do nothing about it.
I watched as Grace walked around from the back of the car and stood next to the driver's window. Her father rolled down the glass screen and poked his head out.
"Your mother says that the party ends at 5:30. It's only around 3:30 right now so we'll leave the two of you here for about two hours. Call me when you're ready to leave. I believe you guys need to relax and have fun for a bit."
Grace rolled her eyes. When it came to her parents, she treated them as equals, not as higher-ups. "Dad, this is a toddler party. We're not gonna have fun here."
A grin spread onto Mr. Miller's face. "Well you've got no choice. Bye girls!" He called, rolling the windows up and driving away without another word.
Grace groaned, and I smiled at her. "Come on. It'll be fun." I said, watching my best friend roll her eyes again.
"Whatever you say."
The two of us walked steadily towards the house, Grace wearing her fashionable summer outfit and me just wearing my sweaty basketball clothes.
Oh, I haven't changed or showered.
I guess I'll just ask Alex if I can shower and borrow some of his sisters clothes. No guarantee they'll fit me.
And if you're wondering: "How is this weird girl gonna just walk into someone's house and ask to shower and borrow their clothes?"
Well our families have known each other for almost 10 years okay now shush.
Soon, the two of us reached the door. I was just about to press on the doorbell when the door swung open.
No it's not Alexander and no he didn't just take a shower. I know what you perverts are thinking.
It's Josephine Welsh, Alex's 13 year old sister. The moment her eyes landed on the two of us, they lit up with happiness.
Immediately, she embraced me in a tight hug. Even though I'm 15 and she's 13, she was already up to my eyebrows. And don't forget, I'm a basketball player.
"Adam you came!" She cried out, her body jittering slightly in our hug as she tried to contain her laughter.
Beside me I saw Grace frown.
"Josie how many times do I have to tell you that I'm FEMALE?!" I said, laughing as I let go of the blonde girl. She giggled and turned to face Grace, observing her with her bright blue eyes.
"Who's that?"
"Oh that's Grace Miller. She's my best friend and she's amazing at EVERYTHING." I explained, receiving a smack on the arm from a blushing Grace.
Josephine tilted her head with confusion. "Everything? Surely she can't be good at everything."
Grace edged slightly closer to me, leaning her head over to my ear and whispering "I already know exactly which denim jacket she should wear.".
I grinned.
"I know you're not exactly the type, but what do you think about letting Grace style you? You have a walk in closet and she has more fashion sense than I ever will have in my life. It's the perfect match." I said as Grace turned towards me, gaping.
"This thirteen year old girl has a walk in closet!?"
Josephine immediately perked up and was much more interested now. "Yeah I have a walk in closet! Come inside let me show you! I haven't worn half the clothes in there yet!" Josie grabbed Grace's hand and began dragging her into the house.
Grace quickly kicked off her shoes before entering the room, and without even turning back to look at me, hurried upstairs with Josie in front of her.
I stepped out of my sneakers and stepped into the house too, placing both my shoes and Grace's shoes onto the shoes rack. Closing the door behind me, I saw Josephine stick her head out from the staircase, her long blonde hair falling messily around her face.
"Alex is in his room, if you're wondering. He's really pissed at the fact that there are around thirty toddlers parading across the lawn." She said sheepishly before darting back upstairs.
A slight smile came onto my face. Well, at least she didn't completely forget me. Trudging upstairs, I braced myself for the long walk up to the third floor.
Just kidding, it took less than 30 seconds to get up there.
Looking around, memories of when I was younger came flowing back into my mind. I still remembered this place. His room, all of his sister's rooms, the balconies, everything.
Taking a turn left into a short hallway, I found the door. My heartbeat fluttered for a second when I saw the letter stickers that were still stuck on his door. A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R. They were exactly the same for all these years.
Placing my hand on the doorknob, I slowly turned and pushed the door open.
"AH FUCK!"
What a great thing to hear when I first go into his room.
"Can you at least KNOCK?! Jesus!" Alexander's voice shouted, obviously annoyed.
I slowly peeked into the room.
When his hard, icy blue gaze met with mine they immediately softened. "Oh. Hey, it's you. Sorry." He mumbled, ruffling his dirty blonde hair nervously. And then a glint of cheekiness sparked in his eyes. "But next time you better knock or else I'm gonna KNOCK YOU OUT! Get it?!"
I cringed slightly at the pun but managed a smile. His bad boy facade drifted away in front of me and instead his stupid naive self showed through. I walked into his room and closed the door, sitting down next to him on his bed.
I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came. I really didn't know what to say to him, and clearly neither did he.
"So, uh, how was your basketball game?" He asked awkwardly.
"Great. We won." I replied.
The two of us sat in silence.
Suddenly, a buzz came from next to me and the bed vibrated slightly. The two of us turned to look at it at the same time. It was his phone, and someone had just texted him. He sighed, leaning over across the bed and grabbing his phone.
"I wish those thots would stop bothering me. Don't they understand? I don't give a fuck about them." He said, annoyance lacing his words as he clicked off his phone.
I shrugged. "Have you ever tried to stop acting like you're attracted to them? Maybe then they wouldn't be bothering you."
Alex turned his bright blue eyes to mine. He couldn't muster up an answer. At last, he sighed. "I have no idea."
Then we returned back into silence. I was desperately trying to think of something to say. With Grace in her paradise of a walk-in closet, she wasn't due to come out soon. And plus, if she came out, Alexander would put on his jerky mask again.
Suddenly I realised something I forgot to ask him.
"Can I use your shower?" I asked. And nope, it does not sound weird at all. Totally.
"Sure." He replied. "Do whatever you want."
"I need to borrow some clothes though."
Alex smirked. "Oh you don't need to borrow them, just take it from Josie's closet. She has way too many clothes for her own good."
Josie is only 13 and I'm already 15, but I can still fit into her clothes. Typical me, just being a shortie. Sometimes I'm happy about that, specifically right now, but other times I hate it. Such as when I'm trying to get a rebound in basketball and this tall ass person is standing in front of me. Not fun. I usually end up getting an elbow in the face and a large shoe stepping on my foot.
I stood up from his bed. "Okay, thanks." And I walked out of his room.
As I walked from the left side of the hallway to the right where Josie's room is, I passed by the large common area between the two sides. It's supposed to be almost like a second living room, but since it's the kid's floor, it's a huge game room with a big TV screen, beanbags… And a baby kitchen set. Yeah.
And a lifesize doll house.
That's what you get when there are three girls in the house.
Approaching Josie's room, I was about to open the door directly when I realised I needed to knock. Or else I would get 'knocked out'. Quote from Alexander the Idiot.
I raised my fist and knocked on the door in the pattern from the start of the Frozen movie. Yes, I'm Anna and I want the two Snow Queens to come out and play with me. Wait that could work, my middle name is Anna! Allyson Anna Levine.
Nah I'm kidding, who has such a retarded name like that?
Me.
Suddenly the door was yanked open from the inside and an annoyed looking Josephine stood there. But when she saw me all hints of annoyance disappeared. "Hey Adam!" She said cheerfully.
Then Grace's voice came. "Why does she call you Adam? I still don't find any revelations whatsoever."
Before I could give a reply, Josie decided to fill it in herself. "Because her name is Allyson Levine! I still think she's the long lost daughter of Adam Levine. It's perfect, don't you think?"
Immediately Grace gasped, stepping to stand next to Josie. "Oh my god! How did I never come up with that!? My whole life has been such a lie!"
Before anybody could have a dramatic breakdown, I decided to interrupt them. "Hey Josie can I borrow some clothes? I don't have anything to change into after I shower, sorry."
Josephine nodded, while Grace squealed. "Yes! I know exactly what you should wear!"
I raised my eyebrows, knowing this is not going to turn out good. Grace knows that I LOVE taking risks when it comes to clothing choice.
Sarcasm noted.
Soon, the two girls came back and immediately began pushing me towards the bathroom. Seems like someone doesn't want me to see what clothes they chose for me.
After I was fully standing in the large bathroom of the Welsh's house, Grace shoved a bundle of clothes into my arms. Before I could react at all the pieces of clothing falling out of my hands, they slammed the door shut.
Okay…
Looking around the bathroom, memories flooded into my mind again. The marble sink with a large mirror on top, where we once filled buckets and buckets of water to pour on top of Alex's head. I still remember that time on his birthday. He had a bet with Marco on who would win a game of FIFA, and he lost, so his 'punishment' was to get three buckets of cold water dumped onto him. What? It was fun when were 11! Well, I mean, I was 11 and they were 12.
Then turning away from the sink and the counter, a bath was to the right of the sink, while to the right of the bath was a shower. Yes, bathtub for baths and a separate shower. The shower was where Alex stood while the buckets of water were poured onto his head.
Finally, at the very end of large bathroom is the most important part: The toilet. Obviously, it's one of those super clean white toilets. Yeah, not much to say.
I lifted my arms and dumped all of the clothes Grace gave me onto the counter. Pinching the black top with two fingers, I lifted up towards the mirror. Squinting slightly, I realised it's a high neck crop top. And guess what? I have never worn one of those before.
Underneath that was a pair of high waisted, frayed, denim shorts. When Grace shoved the clothes at me, I had expected it to be like, bralette plus short skirt kind of thing. I guess this is pretty decent.
Stripping down all my clothes, I stepped into the shower and began showering.
Hooray. Let's not go into details.
Soon, I was done and I dried myself with one of the white towels sitting neatly folded on one of the shelves. Legit, this is some hotel-like service. Putting on the clothes I borrowed, I walked out of the bathroom.
Just then I realised that I had actually brought my bag when I came out of the Miller's car, and I randomly dumped it in the living room when I came in.
Running downstairs in a slight jog, I spotted my black nike bag sitting on top of the couch, instead of the random place on the floor where I dropped it. Jesus my manners are pretty horrible.
Looking to the left where the kitchen was, I spotted Alex's mother. Alex's mother, Sienna Welsh, is a tall and elegant lady with luscious golden hair. With such good-looking children, there's no doubt that she was beautiful too.
"Hi Mrs. Welsh! Sorry for leaving my bag on the floor, I shouldn't have done that." I greeted with an apology, walking into the kitchen and sitting on one of the high stools at the kitchen counter.
Mrs. Welsh turned around, confused at first. The moment she saw me, a big smile broke onto her face as she walked around the counter and embraced me in a big hug.
"Allyson! Oh it's great to see you here! After all, I'm not home very often." She said with a wink. Neither her or her husband were home often. Mrs. Welsh is an entrepreneur. She started her own real estate business and though it started off on a rocky path, it's now a pretty big business. It's a main reason that their family is so rich, but it's also the reason they're so modest. Mrs. Welsh knows how hard it is to start a business and actually make it successful, so she doesn't go around the place buying huge mansions for her family to show off their wealth.
And that's why my dear boy Alex here doesn't have a Ferrari to drive around in. Wink wink to those cliche souls.
I returned the smile to Mrs. Welsh. Immediately, I was captured by the aromatic scent of pastries. "Whatcha making?" I asked. I didn't really find the need to be formal around her, because I knew that even though she might look slightly uptight and serious, she's actually very cheerful and relaxed.
"Oh I was going to make cookies, but then I realised there's almost 30 kids out there, so I couldn't possible make that many cookies AND make it fair that each person gets one… But I already made this huge batch of cookie dough, so now I'm just dropping little pieces of cookie dough onto the sheet to make little cookie bites." Mrs. Welsh replied, going back to the oven.
See, I told you she was talkative.
"Oh, well okay then. Do you need any help?" I asked, standing up from the stool.
Without looking back, Mrs. Welsh replied "No no I'm good, go upstairs to find Alex. He really needs to start being social on the weekends." I smiled at her sentence. You'd think a super popular guy would be out all weekend partying, but Alex here stays at home doing god-knows-what. Sometimes he goes out to his backyard to kick a soccer ball around or take some basketball shots, but that���s all.
Turning around to walk out of the kitchen, I once again entered Alex's room. He had switched from sitting on his bed to sitting in front of his desk, which was to the left of the bed.
"Hey you're back… What are you wearing?" Alex questioned, glancing up at me from his phone.
"Clothes. In Grace's fashion style." I replied sheepishly, walking over to his bed and flopping facefirst onto the blue cotton covers.
I heard Alex sigh.
"Should've guessed." He mumbled.
"Yeah you should've. You and your friends hang out with her and her friends everyday." I retorted, flipping myself over so I lay on my back.
"Not everyday."
"Almost everyday"
"Then say 'almost everyday'."
"But it's ALMOST everyday!"
"Which is not everyday!"
"Alex I hate you."
Alex turned around and grinned at me, while I returned it with a glare. I expected him to turn around and look at his phone again, but he didn't. Instead he just kept grinning at me.
"WIPE THAT SMUG LOOK OFF YOUR FACE YOU FATASS!" I yelled, sitting up to grab a pillow next to me and I tossed it at him.
His hands came up to catch it, but his reflexes came too late and the soft bundle of cotton smacked right onto his nose, his hands grasping onto nothing. I watched as the pillow slid off his face and onto his lap.
But he was still grinning.
"Sometimes I don't know why I even bother." I groaned, falling back down onto the bed again. I stared up at the ceiling. His walls were still the same shade of cobalt blue from many years ago. The light on his ceiling was the shape of a square. It used to be a lamp-shaped sort of light, but when we were 11 on Alex's birthday with a bunch of guys, we were playing soccer in his room, and we accidentally smashed off the entire thing and left a hole in the ceiling.
But the best thing about it?
When Alex's dad, Eric Welsh, got home from work, he saw the huge mess we made thought it was funny! I still remember him saying to Alex "I told your mother to get a safer light, but she wanted the aesthetics! At least now you've proved my point!"
And when his mother got home she lowkey exploded with frustration and told Alex off (She didn't call it out on Charles, the guy who actually kicked the ball that hit the light). We slept in the "second living room"... where all the beanbags and toys were. That was pretty fun.
At one point I woke up from getting a toy croissant thrown at my face, and I threw it back at the first person I saw… Which was Marco and he thought Alex threw it and we all started throwing toy food at each other in the darkness of the living room. All the while where Charles was hiding in the plastic toy house laughing because he was the one who first threw the croissant at me.
Alright… What were we talking about?
Right, Alex was grinning at me weirdly.
Turning my gaze away from the ceiling, I looked back at him again. Still grinning.
"Seriously bro stop tryna be creepy.���
He didn't move at all.
"OH FUCK IT." I yelled, jumping off his bed and walking over towards the door. Just as I was about to push the door open, he grabbed onto my wrist.
"Jesus Allyson calm down!" He exclaimed, pulling onto my arm as I stumbled backwards, away from the door. "I was just playing!"
"Playing? Oh yes, what you're best at." I teased, looking down at him with hands on my hips.
Alex rolled his eyes and edged his swivel chair back towards desk.
Not knowing what to do, I just sat down with my legs crossed onto the carpet, staring up at Alex on his chair.
We sat in silence for a while, with the clicking of his phone the only thing in between us.
Out of the blue, Alex decided to initiate the conversation. He pushed himself off the chair and sat down next to me on the floor. "Wanna play truth or dare?"
Um… What!?
I raised my eyebrows at him. Yes, I was so horrible at creating conversations that he resorted to truth or dare.
"Why…?" I asked him, slightly suspicious. When we played truth or dare with a group of friends while hanging out before a movie, it, well, let's just say it wasn't extremely child friendly. Weird questions were asked, and slight kissing was involved. And that was in 8th grade. E-I-G-H-T. 8TH GRADE!
What, you don't think it's weird for people to kiss in 8th grade? WELL I DO OKAY? MY INNOCENT MIND WILL NOT BE RUINED.
"I'm bored okay, just fucking play." Alex snapped, glaring at me.
I laughed. "Okay okay, don't get your feathers all ruffled up." With that sentence, I stretched my hand over and ruffled his golden blonde hair.
He looked up at me with an annoyed expression, and I couldn't help but smile. I grew up seeing that expression each time I touched his head.
"Seriously? It's been a whole four years and you're still doing that. Oh hold on, not 4 years, we met when I was in grade 2 and you were in grade 1. Eight years, Allyson. Eight years." He said, smacking my arm away from his hair.
"And so much about you has changed." I teased, grinning at him.
"Fuck off." He mumbled, turning his gaze away from me and just staring at the floor. I didn't reply and just kept smiling at him. Suddenly he looked back at me again. "Okay let's play truth or dare. Truth or dare?"
"Umm…" I hesitated. "Truth…?"
"Oh alright who do you like?"
"Well where do I start-"
"Don't go there Ally. You know what I mean."
"What do you mean? I do like my family and my friends!"
He raised his eyebrows at me, expecting me to be more mature. And I just grinned at him stupidly.
NOPE MY MAN YOU GOTTA BE SPECIFIC WITH YOUR WORDS!
"Alright fine," He sighed, breaking eye contact away from mine. "Who is your crush?"
I stared at him blankly. "Uhh…"
Who do I have a crush on? Marco? No, that passed already. Then why did I still feel butterflies when he texted me? Why do I still get all giddy inside when I think about him? But then what about Justin? Do I have a crush on Justin? What's with that nervous breakdown whenever his gaze meets mine? And that weird dream?
"I don't know." I said.
"What?"
"I don't know."
"How do you not know?"
"I have people in my mind that I'm thinking of but I don't know which one it is." I clarified. He looked at me as if questioning my sanity. I just returned a steady gaze.
Alex groaned. "Okay fine. I was wondering though, what are you doing here? Right after a basketball game? And coming to my house where our siblings are having a birthday party? Why?"
I opened my mouth and then I paused. Why did I come here? Why? What happened before I came… I was just in a car crash. What? What the hell? "Oh my god." I said, eyes wide. "Oh my god."
"What 'Oh my god'?" He asked, head tilting slightly.
"I-I- OH MY GOD!" Reality hit me like a great big slap in my face and I realised what had happened a few hours ago.
"DUDE WHAT!?" Alex urged, looking alarmed now as he gripped the side of my shoulders.
"I WAS IN A FUCKING CAR CRASH!" I yelled, eyes even wider now.
Alex jumped straight up onto his feet. "WHAT THE FUCK!? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!?!?" He yelled back, arms up in surprise and frustration or whatever he was trying to express.
"Is everything okay? Are you okay? Are your parents okay?" He immediately blurted out, kneeling down in front of me. He seemed to expect me to be in tears, but I wasn't. He looked at me with confusion. If I could, I would be looking at myself with confusion. Did I not feel sad about this? Why was I not crying?
"Everything feels okay…" I started, staring at the floor. "It feels like nothing has changed… But my parents are in the hospital… Is that a change?" I began to ramble, blurting out the random thoughts in my mind that made less sense each time.
"I would tell you to calm down, but you seem pretty calm already…" Alex mumbled, sitting back down in front of me. I lifted my head to look at him. His face was etched with concern and unease, as if he's thinking through every word he should say to me. It's rare to see him like this. Most of the time, he's trying to act cool, unbreakable and mysterious. He's not supposed to "care" about anyone or anything. But just from the look in his eyes right now, I can tell that he did care.
"Yeah I'm alright, no biggie, I mean, things happen in life right? Sometimes it's not the best things but they happen…" I said quietly, managing a smile. It's okay, I told myself, my parents were going to be okay. My mom is okay, my dad is okay… Okay…
"I think the best thing to do would be to take my mind off of what happened today. Can we, maybe, continue with the game?" I said cautiously, not knowing how he would take it. After all, he might think I'm an insensitive prick or something, or a girl wanting to play truth or dare with the most popular guy.
Alex nodded slowly. "Yeah, yeah, okay, sure. I get it, give your mind a little break, a little distraction, okay… Your turn I guess?"
I gulped, as if I could bury all my worries with this action. Focus on what's happening now, not what happened before.
"Uh… truth or dare?" I asked him.
"Truth."
"Why do you do the things you do?" I immediately blurted out before I could stop myself. It was a rather rude question, also one that I bet no one has asked before.
"What?"
"Why do you…" I hesitated. I didn't want to say it out bluntly. It wasn't exactly the nicest sounding thing to say. "Why do you play with them? Why do you play with girls?"
Alex froze. "I…" He began slowly. "I…" He lifted his head, his intense blue eyes meeting with mine. There was no smile, no frown. He looked stunned. Silence stretched between us for a while, until suddenly he leant forwards towards me and said, right to my face "No one cares about me!"
"No! What? We all care!" I said, frowning.
"No one cares about me! You think my parents care about me? All they do is work work work, and when they get home, they're all like 'Hey Josie, how's school?' or 'Hailey what a wonderful drawing you have there!' and then they hug Caitlyn for a bit and then leave again. They. Don't. Care." Alex said, half yelling by now.
"Alex… Your parents care a lot! But you're the oldest one and they expect more of you, to be independent! They believe that you're okay on your own! Your sisters, they're still young, they need the attention!"
"You don't understand-"
"Your parents are busy too! They're working very hard to support such a big family! With such an important job of raising the family, they're obviously gonna choose to-"
"BUT I NEED ATTENTION TOO!" He shouted, breathing heavily.
I stared at him, blinking. He was right, everyone needed a little love and attention. I only had one brother, and my mom was always there for both of us. My father was away most of the time, but my mom was always there.
"Alex, I care…"
"I know you do but why does that even matter?" He said quietly, calming down now. His bright blue eyes flicked up to meet mine for a second before looking back down at his hands.
"You don't have to mess with girls just to get attention from other people. Your popular reputation can come from different things. Grace is popular, but I don't see her switching through boyfriends every few days!"
"Yeah but she's a girl. She can be popular just by being pretty. What about us guys? Captain of a sports team? Sure. But then the next step would be getting the girls. Otherwise nobody notices you, because you're single, unwanted by anyone else."
"But you're single now, aren't you?"
I hit that question on the right spot. Alex opened his mouth, but had no answer.
"You hurt the girls, you know. Everyone wants you, and you play a little game with them and then throw them away. But you also hurt yourself. Think about it. After high school, after university, what are you going to do? Find as many whores as possible to fuck? Become a prostitute? Jesus, Alex, what do you really want?"
Alex shook his head slowly, head bowed down. "I don't know, okay? I don't know. All I know right now, is that without the attention I currently get at school, I'm nothing. Nobody would give a fuck about me whatsoever. 'Cause I'm a fucking asshole."
"FOR THE LAST TIME, ALEX, YOU'RE NOT AN ASSHOLE AND I STILL CARE ABOUT YOU!"
Immediately, he lifted his head and locked his gaze onto mine. I felt my breath hitch onto the top of my throat. Slowly, he began leaning towards me.
"Alex…" I whispered, leaning back slightly as he came closer. "Alex,"
He ignored me, lifting himself off the ground slightly so that he could come even closer to me. His right arm supported his upper body as his left arm came to caress my cheek.
"Alex seriously! Alex!" I said, louder this time. His face was literally an inch away from mine. I could see every little speck of white and black in those blue irises. As he leant in even more, I leant back even more. My core muscles were clearly not strong enough as I fell backwards onto the floor, staring up at the ceiling.
My dirty blonde haired friend came back into view when he placed his arms near the two sides of my head, now caging me underneath him.
Eyes widening, I watched as he bent down towards me again. Unless I wiggle myself out, I couldn't lean any further back. Alex was going to kiss me.
When his face was once again an inch from mine, I raised my two hands and grabbed onto the two sides of his face, stopping him from coming closer.
"Bro tell me what are you trying to do exactly?" I asked. Just looking at that face, I knew why so many girls wanted to kiss him, to be with him. He was really handsome and hot as hell. Just by looking at his shoulders you can already tell that he was really muscular.
Alex looked at me, not knowing what to do.
"I just… you know… want to… kiss you…?" He said, almost like he was questioning himself.
"Why exactly is that?"
He bit his lip. "Because you care." He said quietly. "Because you actually care about me as a person. Nobody else really cares. They pretend to care because they think I'm hot. Do you think I'm hot?"
I chuckled slightly. "That's not the point but yes, you're hot."
"Really?" Alex said, eyes lighting up.
"Yes you are, but you know that I can't be your girlfriend."
"Why is that?"
"I'm like another sister to you!"
"Maybe that's what you think but it's not what I think!"
"Do you just want to kiss me? Is that all you want?"
"No it's not! You care about me and I want that to stay forever!"
"It will stay forever!"
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because-"
Suddenly he raised his left hand, swiftly removing my hands from his face, and leant down to place his lips on mine.
I did nothing as he kissed me.
As his lips parted from mine, he lifted his head to look at me. "Allyson…"
"Alex I'm sorry but it just doesn't seem right!" I explained, glancing at his sad expression.
"Just pretend it's part of truth or dare! I dare you to kiss me!" He said, almost desperately. I sighed.
"Okay, just one kiss and we're done. Please."
Alex smiled slightly and leant back down. I was in no way experienced with kissing, but he definitely was. He kissed me and I slowly kissed him back. A few seconds later, I turned my head sideways to break it.
"Please don't ask me to be your girlfriend, okay?" I said, pushing his shoulder gently so that he would get off and I sat up, arms spread out behind me to support my upper body. We once again sat in our original position, as if nothing had happened.
"You don't like me?" He questioned.
"I do, but not in that way. There are better girls out there for you, you've just got to find the right one."
Alex sighed. "Yeah, I get what you mean. Sorry for… All that."
"It's okay. Can we play XBox?"
Immediately a laugh came from Alex. "Bruh don't you change topics with me. Come on." He stood up and beckoned for me to leave the room with him.
I grinned and heaved myself off the ground, then leaping onto his back so that he could piggy back me. He laughed and carried me all the way to one of the room where most of the electronics such as PS4 and XBox was.
"We're playing Just Dance, whether you like it or not." I said, pouting my lips like I would do if I was a 5 year old.
"No! I wanted to play GTA!" Alex whined in his fake baby voice.
"I don't care, we're playing Just Dance!" I said, stomping over to pick up the XBox controller and clicking into Just Dance.
"Meanie."
I grinned at him before tossing the controller at his face. He deftly caught it, a smug look on his face.
"I'm just kiddingggg, why you so triggeredddd?" I mocked, dragging the ends of the words.
"But I win so we're playing Indiana Jones!"
"What the fuck now? You're retarded."
And with that, we're completely back to normal. In fact, I would like to believe we were now even closer than before.