Sweet Dreams Tennessee

Oh Tenny

And to think my face couldn't get any more red. He had to be joking right? With a look of shock displayed on my face I stood up. "Well don't ignore me love," he snarled. Just as I was about to lay down, a hand grabs my wrist and spins me round and suddenly my back is against a post between the columns of beds. My hands are above my head, with one hand connected to an arm wrapped in black leather.

Alex had pinned me with one hand. The hand that wasn't a temporary restraint rose to my face as he cupped my cheek. His thumb rubbed up and down gently. This wasn't like him at all.

"Oh Tenny," he smirked and let out a sigh. "Goodnight," he whispered in my ear as his aroma overflowed my senses. He placed a kiss on the back of my hand after releasing them. I crawled into bed with my eyes still wide.

"G-Goodnight A-Alex," I stuttered.

I woke up to the sunlight peeking through the red curtains that marked my bed. I looked up from my pillow to see what had parted my curtains allowing the bright sunshine inside. A hand that looked particularly masculine was flopped down from above. It had to be Alex's. His bed was the one above mine, and the freshly bitten flat nails were how I was able to recognize it. His one ring lay ever so perfectly on his pointer finger. Looking at the ring had made me remember feeling the cold metal on my cheek the previous night.

Before I had the chance to contemplate my actions I reached out to his hand. I slid my fingers between his and interlocked them. His hand was so cold. He must've had it hanging out for quite awhile. After a moment or two his hand snatched away from mine. Maybe he's just a twitchy sleeper. He's not, because a flash later his head ducked down into my cubby. His hair, clean, messy, free of product, and sprawled across the bed drapes. He presented a nasty look.

"What the fuck is wrong with you," he murmured under his breath.

"Um, I-, sorry." I blurted. My face now turning a bright shade of red similar to the first aid box Alex nursed me with.

"D'ya know it's fucking freaky to touch someone in their sleep?" He hinted. His head escaped back to his chamber and my curtains fell back into order. Why was he being cold today? This was the Alex I knew and strongly disliked. Completely different from the gentleman who assisted me the last night. Was it just a game? A joke? He's too hard to read. His change of attitude wasn't temporary. I thought maybe he'd just been grumpy because I'd woken him up.

His normal routine crudeness had lasted the whole day as we'd traveled to Brighton. They were set to preform that night. Backstage before they went on, Matt pulled me into a tight hug. Jamie high-fived me and O'Malley and I exchanged grins. After the three of them made their way on stage Alex stopped to stare at me with a guitar in his right hand.

"Good luck," I encouraged. He cupped my face with his left hand a planted a kiss on my right cheek. His scent of expensive aftershave and cigarettes filled my nostrils and sent chills down my spine.

"Thanks love see you soon" he blurted as he sprinted out onto stage, stealing time to project a wink my way.

"What the fuck Alex," I mumble holding my hand where his his lips had fallen upon me.