Alfie
Are you on your way? I've got a surprise for you.x
You
Yeah about five minutes away, u've intrigued me now haha.x
I quickened my pace as I walked to Alfie's quaint home, I could smell him already, his black fringe was like coconut thanks to shampoo and he always wore cologne, never the cheap Lynx they have round here but actual scents, kinda like the ones my Dad wears.
I approached the gate to Alfie's house and opened it, suddenly nervous, what if his Mom opened the door, or worse, his Dad. Come to think of it I've never actually seen his Dad. Before I knew it I was knocking on the door, glancing at the neat garden overflowing with flowers and colour.
"Hello?" A boy answered, he was older than Alfie but had the same eyes, I assumed he must be his brother.
"Hi. I'm erm here for Alfie." I shrugged nervously, a little anxious about what this boy would think of me.
"Ah. You're Eliza. Nice to finally meet
you, my name's Jack." The boy put out his hand which was partly covered by a red and black checked shirt.
I frowned, "You know who I am?" I held my hand out too and shook his, he pulled me into the house and smirked, only then did I notice his lip ring.
"Everyone in a five mile radius knows who you are." Jack chuckled. "You're the bird my brother keeps banging on about. He's asked me loads of questions about you, as if I'd know the answers." He rolled his eyes.
"Alfie made out like I was one of many of his conquests." I blushed.
"You're different. He hasn't had a girl round since he met you. That's weird." Jack led me into their kitchen. It was big but not as big as the one at home which made sense since my house was huge. They had little motivational quotes around the room, if I had to place a bet I'd say there wasn't a man of the house.
"Where is he?" I asked Jack, looking him up and down, deciding that I trusted him.
"His room. Probably had headphones in, that'll be why he hasn't come down to greet you like the way a princess like you deserves it." He laughed aloud at his own joke.
I said my thanks and went up to Alfie's room, remembering how to get there from last time. I only didn't recognise the kitchen because it had been dark and I'd been a tiny bit tipsy. I knocked on his door before opening it.
"Hey babe." Alfie's eyes lit up as I sat down on his bed, tugging off my shoes.
"I've been promoted to babe now?" I giggled and hugged him, pulling him closer. "What's this surprise you've got for me anyway?" I asked innocently.
"All in good time." He smiled as we laid down, pulling the covers over us. "Who let you in?"
"Jack. Your brother I assume?"
Alfie blushed a little, " Yeah. He's 18 and most certainly shouldn't be answering the door to you. Has he said anything? Anything ... embarrassing?" I smiled at his nervousness.
"Of course not. Just that you haven't stopped going on about me." I batted my eyelids and winked. It was funny to be the one making him feel shy as opposed to me.
"He lied. I've slept with like three girls since we last met up." I tried not to laugh as I felt his heart beat speed up, my head on his chest.
"Whatever Alfie." I just grinned.
The tone of conversation begun to lean towards that of a sexual nature, Alfie questioned my virginity and rose an eyebrow at my response.
"I've never had sex." I shrugged, casually, it's not something I'm ashamed of, I'm only 15.
"Course not babe, you of all people haven't had sex." He winked which made me blush a crimson red.
"I haven't!" I persisted. "Have you?" I changed the attention away from me.
"Do I need to answer that?" He drawled, it was insanely attractive, even if the bubbles of jealously were sitting in my stomach. Who had he has sex with? And when? I had so many questions.
"No. I suppose not." I rolled my eyes at him, his heart rate had slowed to normal and this talk hadn't altered it.
"Don't worry, you'll get your turn." He put a finger under my chin so I was facing him. I looked into his eyes, pools of turquoise shine on his perfect face, our lips crashed together, starting cute and gentle but quickly turning needy and more some.
I pulled away and straddled him, it wasn't meant to be sexual, just more comfortable! I swear.
"Eliza, feel this." Alfie said, gesturing to his shirt.
I hesitantly ran my fingers over the soft cloth.
"It's boyfriend material." He winked and pulled my in, kissing my neck which had me biting my lip. I couldn't process what he'd just said. Did that mean he wanted to be mine?
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After our make out session Alfie took me downstairs and whipped up some homemade pancakes, they were delicious!
Jamie Dearest
Where r u?x
I smirked at the name change my brother had done to his number, then my face dropped. That meant the rat had been on my phone! I groaned internally before replying with Alfie's address.
"I really like you Eliza." Alfie looked directly at me, his eyes were genuine and his words were soft.
"I like you too." I looked down, I was probably bright red with embarrassment.
"You're a puzzle and I'm still trying to figure you out."
"Is that a compliment?" I snorted indignantly.
Alfie laughed. "Of course it is." Standing up, he put the plates in the sink just as the door opened. I froze.
"It's only me sweetie, hope you've got clothes on!" A women's voice echoes into the kitchen and in walked Alfie's mom who I'd only seen briefly at the cafe.
"Mom." He groaned. "I have company!"
"Oh sorry dear! Nice to meet you love, I'm Daria." Daria held out a gloved hand and I shook it. Alfie had his mother's eyes but he didn't follow in shape. His mother was plump but not frumpy and dirty blond hair twisted into a bun on the top of her head.
"I'm Eliza, pleased to meet you ma'am." I suddenly felt self-conscious, my brunette hair was ruffled and my flannel shirt was creased. I probably looked like I'd been dragged through a hedge.
"Enough with the awkward small talk. Mom I've told you about talking to girls, can't you see she's uncomfortable!" Alfie moaned and brushed his hand through his artificially coloured hair, straightening his posture so he towered over his mom.
I faked a laugh and shook my head, "I'm not uncomfortable!" My hands straightened my shirt and pulled up my jeans.
Daria just smiled and rolled her eyes, "You must be the Eliza we've heard about none stop since I saw you in the cafe?"
Alfie's eyes widened, "Shut up!" He stropped. "I haven't mentioned her!"
I bit my lip to hide a smiled while Daria chuckled. "No. I suppose you haven't. Not even spoken about her long chocolate hair or her eyelashes that are unbelievably long or.." Daria stopped as Alfie's face went redder and redder.
"Why do you have to be so embarrassing!" Alfie covered his eyes childishly and closed his eyes.
"It's my job to embarrass you in front of your girlfriend honey." It was my turn to be red now.
"Daria, I'm not his.." I stopped and noticed Alfie's hands come ever so slightly off his ears.
"Silly me." I think she knew all along, she's just having a laugh and winding Alfie up, I mean why would someone like him fall for someone like me? I was the opposite. Straight A student, goody two shoes and an all round nerd. Alfie was bold and loud, although he's hardly at school I can imagine his being a joker, the class clown, and playing up to the teachers. His bad boy attitude just made me want him more.
During my thoughts I hadn't noticed Daria had left the room. Me and Alfie glanced at each other and he began to apologise for his mom's behaviour.
"Honestly, it's fine, I know what parents are like." I shrugged, imagining if Rose or Dad ever met Alfie. They'd die at his jet black hair and God forbid if they saw him smoking. I chuckled inwardly.
"About what I said upstairs.." He looked at his shirt. "I meant it." Biting his lip nervously he looked up at me and said, "Can you be my girlfriend? I mean will you be my girlfriend?" The way he was tongue tied was cute, the cocky attitude faltered and for what - me. I smiled and nodded my head.