Jonathan:
I got home from work and decided to go to the record shop to buy well, a record. I ran to the record shop as it was exactly a mile and a half away. Perfect distance for a work out. I got to the store and began looking, wasn't sure what I was going to get yet. "Looking for anything in particular?" One of the workers had asked. "No ma'am, just looking for right now." I return with a smile. She leaves me to it. I was looking at the new releases and noticed Alexandria was here. I want to approach her but I'm not sure how to. The way I left the other night wasn't exactly on best terms. Nonetheless, every chance you don't take is guaranteed a miss. I walked over to the same area she was in, she was looking at indie rock titles. "Indie Huh? Didn't take you as a hipster." I said half jokingly. "I'm a woman of many mysteries." She replied while laughing softly. "As am I, minus the woman part. " she laughed and both began searching for something to buy. "I prefer grunge or metal." I said to her. "Hmm, depressed angry music? Interesting choice." She said to me. I laughed it off and pulled out a indie rock album. "Hmm...old crow medicine show Huh? Interesting. They remind me of country hippies." I said. "Country hippies?" She said laughing. "Yeah! See they're hippies but like folk music." We both looked at eachother and laughed. She knew I was only half joking. "Hey, you wanna come to my place after?" I said. "Oh so you could have your way with me?" She replied. It caught me off guard and I didn't know how to respond. "I'm only half joking." She said as I began to awkwardly laugh. "I'd love to by the way. Just let me check out this country hippie album." She said. I went and picked up a new album as well, Pierce the Veils debut album on record. "Shall we go now?" I said to Alexandria. "We shall."
Alexandria:
I can't believe I was leaving with him. What would a guy like him want to do with me? He could have anyone. We arrived at his house that we walked to and wow, it's was made out of all wood and architecturally fascinating. The way each room would actually stick out. It reminded me of something you'd see in the future. It was magnificent.
"Here I'll grab the door for you." He said. I let him. Something I've already noticed about him, he's exceptionally respectful towards women. We walked in and he went and put my record on play. "I love the sound of vinyl." He said. But I was too busy engulfing the imagery of his house. It was so open, so many windows. When I walked in the first thing I see is a painting by Picasso. I knew he had money at this point. Then I look over and notice his living room is bare minus a few more paintings. "You'd think no one lives in here." He said. "I don't know, it's quite beautiful here." I respond. We walked over to his kitchen and he poured us a glass of wine. "You come prepared I see?" I said. He laughed, "I try my best." We stood their listening to music and drinking whine. "You know, this hippie country whatever you wanna call it music isn't so bad." We both laughed. "So, tell me about yourself?" He asked me. I wasn't sure what to respond. "Well, my name is Alexandria Georgia, and I'm a dancer." "Is that all?" "Well...no of course not. But that's all that's important isn't it?" "No, I want to know all about you Ms.Alexandria the Dancer." "Oh, fancy name." I replied. "Well, I grew up in New York." "New York Huh?" He said. Laughingly I said, "Yes. New York. My mother had me there when she was teaching at Juilliard." "Why move here then? You say you love dance. Why not stay there?" "Because, even though there may be thousands of people there I still managed to feel all so alone. But here, I feel comfort. So I wanted to go to school here." "Interesting." He replied. We sat there talking the whole night away, I told him how when I was younger I was a trouble child. Always getting into fights and rebelling against my parents. He would laugh and say he didn't believe a girl like me would ever get into such trouble. I found it just as amusing. Then I told him what happened with my parents. "My parents, they died one of the nights I was out drinking with some friends. They got into a bad accident, they got hit by a drunk driver. It was my friend. And I was in the car. I've blamed myself for their death this whole time. That's why I don't drink anymore. Until well, last night that is." I began to tear up but he wiped my tears away. "You must think I'm pretty pathetic." I said. "We all make mistakes. I'm sure you're family forgives you." "Ok, change of subject please." We sat there until 4 in the morning just talking about what ever came to mind. We even hit the point where we talked about how my cat ran away from me when I was younger and how I always wanted to be a dancer. Then I told him how I couldn't be a dancer anymore.
Jonathan:
We sat there for hours talking. I couldn't get enough of it. I didn't tell her much about myself because I was scared too, but I loved hearing about her. Then she asked about me. I didn't want to lie to her but I didn't want to tell her the truth either. I didn't know how to react so we stood there in silence for a moment. "My parents, they where killed too. They where murdered. My neighbor killed them." What I didn't tell her is that very neighbor molested me also. He would walk me over to his house saying if I told anyone he would kill my parents. Then he would rip my clothes off and make me get in bed with him. Eventually one day I told my parents and they called the cops. Before they could get here he ended up killing them. "My, my goodness. I'm so sorry." She said. "It's fine, you didn't know. It was just a car accident also." We sat there in silence minus my record player playing in the background. "I hate the silence." She said. "As do I." I looked into her eyes and then all of a sudden I found myself kissing here. Then I found myself killing here. I couldn't tell if it was my mind or not. Which was real which was false. I forgot my medicine. Fuck.