Hearing a knock at my bedroom door I yawn as I groggily force myself out of bed. I played uno with Alex for hours and each game I won. He didnt take it lightly so we kept playing over and over until I forced him to leave since it was getting late. Because of it I dodnt sleep well so I'm greatful that I can't legally go to school at the moment so I got some extra resting time.
Opening my bedroom door I stretch my arms before glancing up. Meeting eyes make with Alex I freeze.
He's back again?
'Hey-?' I blink in shock but he just gently moves me out of the way so he can enter the room.
Looking at my watch it shows that it just turned 10am so im confused why he's here, especially this early since we don't live close. He's wearing tracksuit pants and a baggy shirt so I'm trying to figure out if he came straight here after waking up. His hair is definitely saying he did, he has some serious bed hair right now.
Putting his guitar down it hits me that he was holding it so I follow his other hand to see him holding a uno card deck. Shifting my gaze from his hand to my desk, my deck is still there so where did he get another one from?
'I went to a gas station last night and I bought another deck.' He answers the question I was thinking as he climbs onto my bed. 'Yours is obviously bugged so I got another one,'
Standing there like a fish I wait for him to start laughing or say he's joking but he doesn't. Instead he taps the bed to signal me to sit down so I laugh, doing as instructed.
'You're seriously competitive. You're probably one of those guys who yell at the girls during sport for not passing the ball to them.' I sit down and cross my legs. Allowing him to shuffle the cards, he shakes his head at my assumption.
'I hate sports. I'm the one being yelled at by the other boys...trust me.' He laughs, 'I hate any physical activity that involves crowds and teamwork since I suck at working with others,'
'So you prefer things that you do solo?' I question him since I'm the opposite. Having a team keeps me focused since I wouldn't want to let others down since being on my own makes me procrastinate.
'Exactly. Thats why I love guitar and going to the gym.' He responds before suddenly stoping to meet my eyes. 'Not in the gym junkie way...definitely not...think of it in the- 'I like using equipment with my music blasting to keep me distracted' sort of way.'
Shaking my head I cant relate at all. Id probably scroll through my phone the whole time whist im there. 'I'd procrastinate way to much...I would only go with the gym with Colton...now I dont have a reason to go I guess.'
'Go with me?' he offers which surprises me a little. 'Ill teach you how to make it fun...I take it a little seriously though so I might become boring and not talk a lot,'
'Who takes the gym seriously? You sure you're not a junkie?' I joke which makes him laugh as he decks out the cards. 'What do work on?'
'Mainly upper body...my friend complimented me once...and I took it as Bible.' He hums before lifting and holding his shirt up by his teeth.
Following my eyes down his chest he definitely wasn't joking about taking the gym seriously. I really hadn't expected for him to be built like that since hes always wearing a baggy shirt or hoodie. It almost defeats the whole purpose of working out if no one can even tell.
Dropping his shirt he looks at me, 'you can stop staring now,'
'You lifted your own shirt not me,' I roll my eyes sarcastically as I stack down three of my cards. He luckily gave me three sevens of the same color and we're allowing multi number stack if they're of the same color.
'Are you kidding.' He says as he places a singular card down which makes me laugh.
'Since you shuffled you can't blame my shuffling this time,' I grin which urges him to place a pick up four which makes me frown.
'Remember that corny phrase? 'Dont celebrate before you win?'' He quotes as I pick up my four cards in shame.
A couple more games go by and so does a couple hours alongside it. Hearing a knock at my door I ignore it so it opens. Turning to see Diana again I roll my eyes and turn back to the game. I love my sister since she's my sister but if we weren't related we would hate eachother.
'Your rebound is here again?' She notices Alex as she walks go my desk and rummages through my stuff.
'I've known him for ages. And stop that! Its organized.' I hiss at her but she only stops when she finds what sh was looking for.
'Yea sure...Just gonna borrow this marker,' she winks at me before heading towards my door. 'Love you sis,'
'Your hair looks ugly when its short.' I slip in an insult before she slams the door. 'Ignore her she's so annoying,'
'Your relationship with her is so healthy,' Alex says with obvious sarcasm which earns a sigh out of me.
'We used to be really close actually...' I shrug it off and he doesnt ask anymore questions, which I'm grateful for. I dont think I want to talk about my history with my sister right now.
We used to be inseparable as we where growing up and now we aren't. Its hard to describe how it feels to miss someone when they're not actually gone. If I could then I would, but I cant.
Placing my last two cards down, I look up at him with a victorious look. Groaning he picks up all the cards and roughly jams it, into the card box.
'Giving up?' I tease which makes him sigh with defeat.
'You're cheating somehow...when I figure out how then I'll finally beat you,' he says with the same sarcastic tone in his voice.
Reaching off the bed he picks up his guitar which I had almost forgotten about. I haven't seen him play nor have I heard him play since he would never let me hear it. Unless you where to count that one time in his room last week. Though it was brief. I remember when he started and he said he was 'so bad' so he never showed me. It's not like we where friends long enough for me to actually get to see him play so I never did.
'I'm going to play you something...since you did the same for me, so it's only be fair,' he taps the guitar as he thinks.
Finally thinking of something he sits up and begins, 'You know what I'm thinkin', see it in your eyes.'
'You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry. You're scared to be lonely, 'specially in the night.' He hums so I pull my knees up to my chest so I can rest my head on them. 'I'm scared that I'll miss you, happens every time. I don't want this feelin', I can't afford love,'
'I try to find a reason to pull us apart. It ain't workin', 'cause you're perfect, and I know that you're worth it. I can't walk away, oh!' he sings and I can't help but focus on the sound of his voice, I've never heard him sing before, it sounds so good. 'Even though we're goin' through it. And it makes you feel alone,'
'Just know that I would die for you. Baby, I would die for you, yeah,' he crosses his legs so he can hold his guitar properly, 'The distance and the time between us. It'll never change my mind,'
'Cause baby, I would die for you. Baby, I would die for you, yeah.' He decides to stop there before glancing at me with anticipated look. 'That's my favorite part of the song,'
'Well, now it's my favorite part!' I lower my knees in shock. 'Like crazy good! Why didn't you sing for me before? I feel like I was being held out on?'
'You where always the good singer,' he laughs as he places the guitar down on the side of the bed so he can face me properly. 'I thought you where way better than me...and my voice was so squeaky at the time so that was probably true,'
'I one hundred percent remember your squeaky voice!' I burst into laughter so Alex shoves my shoulder playfully. 'I didn't notice it at the time but I totally remember that.'
'We where twelve- Give me a break,' he tries to hide his smile but fails miserably.
Moving onto my knees I poke his chest as I jokingly mimic the way he sounded when we where younger. Catching my hand and pulling me forward when I try to poke him again.
'Stop that,' he lowers his voice and I instinctively do, which makes me notice how close he pulled me.
Most people in his case would let go or move me away but no. He does the complete opposite, further from the opposite actually since he pulls me even closer to kiss me. And most people in my case would shove him away or move but I don't. My dumbass kisses him back.
Sliding my hand around the side of his neck I pull him closer to me so I can lean back. Resting my back down on the bed I shift my other hand on the other side of his neck as he adjusts himself over me.
Feeling his hand creep up my side just as I bend my shoulder so his nails begin to dig into me which causes me to flinch.
Moving away from his lips a bit for air I look at his hand and try to avoid his nails, 'wait Colton can you move your hand? It's hurting me,'
My hands fall from his neck so I look up to see he's giving me a weird look. Realizing what I said I sit up apologetically.
'Wait I didn't-,' I feel bad but he cuts me off.
'Colton- right.' he gets off me and almost falls off the bed. 'Don't apologize, I don't know why I did I did that...I should've asked first,'
'I'm sorry...I'm just used to him being the one who kisses me,' I sigh as I rub my eyes.
'Don't say sorry,' he frowns, 'like really don't. It hasn't even been two weeks since you 'broke up' with him and I saw how upset you where and I still...kissed you,'
'I just want to get over it,' I play with the bed sheets. Why can't I do anything or think of something without it leading me back to Colton. It's obvious that he doesn't even give me a second glance anymore, so what am I even doing. 'Wait...kiss me again...I need it,'
'No,' he declines, 'I'm just going to end up as a rebound or your new Colton because you'll eventually get more upset at the fact that I'm not him then you'll resent me for it,'
Nodding I pull up my knees for the hundredth time today and rest my chin onto them. He's probably right. 'How do you get over someone then,'
'I'm not sure,' he rubs his arms, 'I'm trying to figure out myself.'