She's Thunderstorms | An Alex Turner Fanfic

Chapter 2: Red Right Hand

                                       RED RIGHT HAND

        I woke up to my room shinning in bright, glaring, yellow, light. I sat up, tangled in my sheets, when I grabbed my phone off my night stand. I had received a text at 8:00am from Alex, which read.

        “Cinema this afternoon, then dinner with Arielle and I tonight at my place?”

        He was up early...I texted back telling him that sounded great and we arranged the plans into further detail. I turned and tossed in my bed trying to get un-tangled from my grey sheets. I finally de-twisted myself and hopped out of bed. I sauntered over to the big, white, window, and opened it, letting the fresh summer air in.

        I then skipped over to my record player and put on God Help The Girl by Belle & Sebastian. I spun around my sunlit filled room, moving to the beat of the catchy, upbeat song and hummed along. I walked over to my wardrobe and picked out something to wear to the cinema. We were gonna go see Miss Pedigrew Lives For a Day. It's from a few years ago, but they are reshowing it this week.

        I picked out an outfit made up of a cute vintage sundress and a few accessories. The dress was a peach color. It was made of thin layers of soft, silky, lace, that rested over each other to make dainty layers. I paired it with a long white and gold vintage necklace and vintage brown shoes that had a slight heel. I left my honey colored hair natural. Long and slightly wavy.

        I scooted to the kitchen and grabbed my half white, half mint green mug from the shelf. I set it down on the white counters, plopped a chamomile tea bag inside, and poured hot water over it. When my tea was done steeping, I sat in the lounge and organized some of my photos I had taken the previous day, when I received a text that said,

        “I'm coming to pick you up, you cheeky monkey.”

        I ran to the kitchen and dropped my mug into the sink, which was probably a bad idea...if you think about it. I shuffled out of the kitchen, into the lounge, and grabbed my camera, my leather bag, and my vintage pair of cat eyed sunnies, which I rested on the top of my head. I heard a knock at my door, and I opened it to see Alex leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed. He smirked and said,

        “Ready, lovely?”

        “I literally don't know how one man can contain so much sass”, I joked.

        He laughed and linked arms with mine. He escorted me down the staircase of my apartment, and opened the door to sunny Los Angeles. We hopped into his car and rolled off to the cinema.

        “How's your music coming”, he asked, as we walked through the doors of the theatre.

        “I don't really know....it's coming along...I guess”

        “Well, ya know, I have been writing some new music lately”, He stated, “Maybe I can share it with you at dinner tonight or something.”

        I nodded excitedly. I have always loved Alex's music. So real, it was. He just tells it as it is. We took our seats to Miss Pedigrew Lives For a Day, and patiently waited for the movie to begin.

        “Did you talk to Arielle?”, I whispered, keeping my face forward, looking at the screen.

        “...No...not yet...”, he answered, as well, staring at the screen full of adverts.

        Thank god the film started, because I had no clue how I would answer to his statement. Miss Pedigrew Lives For a Day is about a lady living in the great depression who just lost her job, so she pretends to be a maid, and then accidentally gets hired as a famous lounge singers maid. They go on tons of adventures together and the hilarity ensues, ect.

        There is a scene in the film where the lounge singer sings a song with her pianist, who she is secretly in love with called, If I Didn't Care. We were the only ones in the theatre, and in this moment it was even more silent than before. I could tell that he wanted to look at me, as I wanted to look at him, but we kept out faces staring at the screen.

        My hand was rested next to my leg on the top of the cinema seat. I don't think Alex knew I saw, as he kept staring at the screen the whole time, but I saw his hand slowly moving toward mine. His hands were slightly shaking too. He gently moved his hand closer and closer, and right when they were about to touch, he quickly pulled away, leaving me breathless.