CHOOSE ME!

Part 26

Alex's pov
I looked out of the plane window and watched England get smaller and smaller, it looked like a board game and I was the one playing. Was I playing it wrong though? Small silent tears rolled down my cheeks as I thought about Charlie one last time. "You're not thinking of that pathetic boy again are you dear?" my mother asked in her posh accent. "Of course I am, I love him," I replied sadly, "yes yes yes, well you can have anyone you want in America with a face like that and a British accent," she said putting in her headphones. "I suppose so," I mumbled and went back to watching the world become smaller and smaller.

I obviously knew it would be a long flight but I didn't realise how long it would drag on for. My mind wouldn't stop questioning if I had made the right decision and what was Charlie doing right now. I couldn't get his face out of my head. His red face, bloodshot eyes and messy hair holding onto my hand until there was nothing left to hold and crying uncontrollably.

I pictured him crying on the floor and I began to cry hard now. I needed him to tell me that it would all be alright and he's alright. I needed him to hold me close one last time and to tell me that I did the right thing. I didn't. I didn't do the right thing. But for some reason I didn't feel guilty for going with my mum.

The plane finally landed at its last stop and as we stepped of the cold plane a wave of warm air hit my face. I'd never been abroad before and I didn't expect it to be so warm when we got off. The airport looked just like the one in England and made me question if we had actually left. I knew we had because of the funny accents filling the reception room when we walked in and no one was queuing politely. As we waited for our luggage I kept on looking around half expecting Charlie to turn up and stay with us but he didn't. Of course he didn't, I broke his heart the same way I broke mine.

"Hurry along now, we have a lot to do," my mum said as handed me my bag and shooed me out the door. The warm air hit my face again and there was a car waiting for us outside, "nice to see you again Miss Smith," a man dressed in a smart suit said as he opened the door of a fancy car, "thank you Justin," my mother said handing him the luggage and stepping in the car. "Do you want help with that?" I asked but before he could reply my mum shouted my name and I rushed into the car.

As I sat down I noticed the windows were blacked out and there was already someone in the car, "you were right, he really does have a lot of potential," the man in the car said admiring my face as my mum agreed. "I'm sorry, but potential for what?" I asked confused, "you were right about his brains though, not a lot of them," the man continued speaking to my mother and they both laughed obnoxiously. "Didn't I tell you? This is Derek, he's the manager of Vogue and he wants you to model for him, we've got a contract sorted and everything," my mum said lighting a cigarette and putting the window down slightly, "oh I see," I said still confused as to what was going on, "don't think too much, it doesn't look good on you," my mum joked which made the man laugh.

We arrived at a large glass building and walked in, they immediately greeted us and I was ushered into a room to change into some designer clothes and people were doing my hair and makeup. What was happening?

I was then brought into a room filled with cameras and a white background, "sit here," another man said, he had a very strong New York accent and he started taking pictures of me. "You're about to be on the cover of Vogue maybe act like it," he said still taking photos of me. After a while I actually began enjoying myself, we took some good pictures and afterwards my mum took me shopping for some be clothes.

We walked into her penthouse, it was pure white and grey. Everywhere I looked there was marble, event the fireplace was marble. The white floor sparkled and I took off my shoes but nearly fell on the floor which made me and my mum have a laughing fit for a while. I was actually liking this place more than I thought. I ran over to the window and admired the view, there were buildings higher than I could have imagined, I couldn't see where they started and ended, it was lively and bright, I took a deep sigh and realised that I could stay here forever.

4 months later
Charlie's pov
I was watching the news, waiting for the weather to come on whilst I ate my breakfast and suddenly a familiar face popped up on the screen which made me nearly choke on my cereal. I turned up the volume to hear what they were saying, "the over night sensation Alex Smith just released his own fashion line," the news presenter said in her full voice. I paused the TV on the picture of Alex, he looked well.

His fashion had gotten a lot better and he had become a little bit more muscular but skinnier once again. I was about to pick up the phone and call him when the bathroom door opened, "hey isn't that the Alex boy you were with for a while?" she asked, her French accent was disappearing slightly. I looked up and saw she was wearing one of my hoodies, the one he always wore, with nothing underneath and long knee high socks, her crusty blonde hair was dripping with water as she rubbed it with a towel, "I think so," I replied looking back at the screen.

"Are you think about him again?" she asked whilst sitting on my lap, "cause I can take your mind off him," she said as she kissed my neck, sucking it a little. My eyes didn't leave Alex who was still on the TV, I felt myself grow harder at the thought of this being Alex on my knee. I threw my head back as she started to rub my bulge from outside my pants, "you like that huh? Why don't we take this to the bedroom?" she whispered in my ear, and that's exactly what we did.

As she was asleep in my arms after we had cleaned up, I couldn't stop thinking about Alex. I'd only gotten with her to get my mind off of him and now we were somehow back together. I didn't like that she had favourited the same hoodie that Alex did but I couldn't tell her to change it or she would get suspicious, she thought I loved her but I was considering if I could ever actually love a woman. Was I actually gay? My friends and family didn't approve of us getting back together and I honestly had a hard time trying to defend her. She was a clingy bitch but I needed a distraction from Alex or I would drive myself insane.