She's Thunderstorms | An Alex Turner Fanfic

Chapter 1: A Certain Romance

                                        A CERTAIN ROMANCE

        My room was dimly lit by one strand of fairy lights that hung over my bed. It was omitting a warm, flaming, glow across my bedroom. My comforter and my bed sheets were a light greyish cream color. I had decorative pillows on my bed that had little drawn daisies on them. Below those were plain grey pillows. On either side of the fairy lights were little sections of polaroid pictures taken by me, Beatrice. Some pictures of flowers, birds, the beach, and other various artsy spots around Los Angeles. See, I love taking pictures, traveling, and playing music.

        The head of my bed was on the left wall facing out towards the rest of the room. My bed headboard was made of vintage white metal and there was no footboard on my bed. Next to my bed, was a bright aqua night stand that had a dried bottle of lavender on it, and a pile of discombobulated papers with music notes scribbled onto it. I never kept it tidy. I was trying to write music. Directly across from the bottom of my bed was a white vintage dresser with a vase of tulips and a few books on top. In between the end of my bed and the dresser was a cream, fuzzy rug.

        Towards the back of my room was a pastel yellow settee with more pictures above it. Next to the settee was a record player and a huge shelf full of records, and next to that, an acoustic guitar leaned on the wall. Some different patterned bunting and a long paper chain wrapped around my room. I had a few tea candles lit which made a few shadows appear on the wall in various spots around the room. The room smelled like subtle, sweet, summer, honeysuckle and lavender, which made me smile.

        The song Moonlight Serenade was playing on the record player with a staticy sound. I was laying on my bed on back, staring at the ceiling, the top of my head facing the bottom of my bed. Laying on the floor, on my white carpet, was a cheeky lad, my best friend. Alex Turner. We both stared up to the ceiling, in silence, listening to the beautiful song from the 40's, by Glen Miller.

        I swiftly rolled over to my belly. I propped my elbows up in front of me and rested my cheek on the tops of my hands, looking over the edge of my bed to Alex. He was laying on the carpet his arms in a criss-crossed position behind his head. He was wearing a Triumph t-shirt that had a Union Jack on it with skinny dark blue jeans. He had a pair of sunglasses set on the floor beside him. He was upside down to me. His head right below mine. He had his legs resting on the center of my white dresser.

        He was in a trance, just staring at the ceiling, listening to the song.

        “How are you...”, I said smiling.

        He suddenly snapped out of it, looking up to me. “How am I...?”, he questioned, chuckling.

        “Yeah! How are you?”

        “Well...I don't really know...just thinking...I guess”

        “I know you are”, I stated, “That's why I asked”, I raised an eyebrow.

        There was a silence before he said, with a cough, “Arielle....I'm thinking about Arielle...”

        One thing you should know, Arielle is Alex's girlfriend. She is a TV presenter and an actress here in Los Angeles.

        I slid down and off the front of my bed landing next to Alex's face. He turned to his side facing me and I turned to him, both of us laying on the cream fuzzy carpet, closely next to each other. He crossed his arms and lifted his legs off my dresser, moving them into a slightly bent position on the ground.

        “I don't know what the fuck is happening”, he said, slightly upset.

        “With you and Arielle?”, I asked.

        He gave me a subtle nod and said, “It's just not the same”

        “It must be hard with going on tour and everything”, I tried to comfort him.

        “Yeah...she just...she just isn't real with some things. I feel like she doesn't trust me”

        “Ya know”, I stated, confidently, trying to make him smile, “It's Hollywood. Not everyone is completely honest.”

        He grinned, looked down, and kept quiet, so I said, “You have to choose the people you be around, cause they effect your mood so much. That's why I love being around you, because you are so honest and genuine. I sometimes feel like people aren't trusting me too, it's normal.”

        He gazed into my eyes, as I gazed into his gorgeous dark brown ones. He said.

         “Beatrice, how could someone not trust you.”