Well, We're Not Alone Now - Book One - Alex Turner

Mascara Stained Pillow

-Mascara Stained Pillow-

"The seed of all this indecision isn't me, oh no,

'Cause I decided long ago.

But that's the way it seems to go when trying

So hard to get to something real"

-Feels Like We Only Go Backwards-Tame Impala-

-13th March 2012-

The sound of my shoes on the pavement reverberated through my brain, as I shifted a shopping bag in my hand. The plastic handles dug into the skin and I tried to flex my fingers in an attempt to get blood flow back. A bit of my hair was stuck in the corner of my mouth, and I unsuccessfully tried to spit it out. With a sound of annoyance, I let the bags hit the ground, and yanked the hair out, flicking it all over my shoulder. For the first time in a long time, I had forgotten a hair band and now I was kicking myself. My hair was getting longer, and was starting to irritate me beyond belief. It was time for me to have my usual trim, but I was wondering if I should let it grow out this time. Although it got in the way of pretty much everything I did, there was something rather luxurious about having long hair trailing down your back. And the hairstyles you could do, well the possibilities were endless. Now that the hair was sorted I picked the bags back up, and carried on, on my way. Normally I quite enjoyed shopping for food, and the journey back wasn't great, but it was still nice. However, today I was late, and I hurried along, but not fast enough for my liking. We hadn't been able to talk properly for two days, and he was waiting for me. This weekend I had been in Paris, as group of us had been chosen to go and see Cirque Du Soleil with two of the teachers. It had been an absolutely extraordinary experience, and I had once again been blown away by what the human body could do. I had taken a notebook with me, and through the whole thing I had been jotting down move after move, until by the end of the show, my hand had cramped so bad it had taken ages to be able to move again. Through the whole weekend, it had been extremely hard to find time to talk to Alex except for a quick text here an there. Now I was desperate to have a proper chat with him.

It had been hard for me the first few days he had been gone, and I would find myself waiting to get home, back to him, then remember he wasn't there anymore. There had of course been distractions, and my friends had been wonders, taking me out, trying to take my mind off him. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't, but I was still glad for their help. I turned the last corner onto my street, and marched along the row of houses. To my right, one of our neighbours raised her hand in greeting, and I smiled at her, unable to raise a hand in return. Finally I made it to the house, and quickly stepped up to the doors, untangling myself from the bags to open it. Once I pushed it open and put in the code, I practically ran into the kitchen and dumped the bags on the floor. Unzipping my backpack roughly, I pulled open my laptop, and furiously rubbed my finger on the mouse to wake it up. Come on, come on. The screen buzzed to life, and I waited impatiently for Skype to load. For the first week we had relied on texts and phone calls, but it just hadn't been enough, and finally having had enough of Al's moaning, Matt hooked him up with Skype. Just as I pressed on it, the familiar ringing started, he was calling me. I clicked on video and stood up straight, "Hello lovely." I said, smiling down as his face came into focus. He smiled and awkwardly waved, "Hey...I can't see your face."

I leant back down, "Oh sorry, better?"

He nodded, and the image went pixelly for a second then back to normal. I laughed slightly, "And you're too close, you're all fuzzy."

He seemed to move back and I caught a glimpse of bus behind him, through the window I could see a pine tree. Grasping the laptop in my hands, I moved it to a pile of my books on the kitchen table, so that I could stand up straight, "All I can see right now is your breasts." His voice said from the speaker. I laughed as I placed it down and leant over it, giving him a better view of down my top, "That better?" There was a laugh from someone who definitely wasn't Alex. I quickly moved away and squinted at the screen where Al had turned his head to look behind him, "Who the hell is that?" I asked. He turned back and rolled his eyes, "It's Cookie, who is jus' leavin," He said, shouting the last bit. "I'm goin' I'm goin'" Jamie said from behind him, and I heard the door shut after him. I grinned and shook my head, "Ok, so I literally just got back, and I had to do shopping. I have a load of stuff I have to put in the freezer." I turned around and pulled the bags onto the side, taking out the stuff and placing it on the side. "I also need to start on the dinner, as it's a long one, so just let me land, then I'll be all yours ok?"