She's Thunderstorms | An Alex Turner Fanfic

Chapter 6: Cornerstone

                                              CORNERSTONE

        I hadn't spoken to Alex in over a month. I thought about what Arielle said. I came to the conclusion that she was right. I shouldn't be interrupting their 'love life'. I felt bad for Arielle, cause to be honest I think she loved Alex, but Alex doesn't love her because sometimes she isn't real enough or something.

        So, because of her words, I cut off contact with Alex. He texted me for a few days asking me where I went and what was wrong. I ignored them. I few weeks into 'the silence' between us, I kept getting overwhelmed by one text from him a day.

        “Lets go for coffee.”

        I never answered them. I never even read them, so I just had a pile of 24 unread messages. One for each day of the month. I desperately wanted to answer. Each time I received a text, it killed me a little bit inside. I was awaiting the moment where it would all be too much and I would have a nervous break down, and without Alex, I would have no one to go to. Persistent lad. At least I know he actually cares, I guess.

        Everyday it was the same thing, get up, get dressed, eat, go take pictures, scribble some music notes down on paper, eat, and sleep. My life was almost - correction: My life was empty without him. There wasn't anything new or exciting. I don't think I've ever wanted to spend so much time with someone in my life, but I just had to ignore this yearning feeling inside me.

        It was the normal day, everything was going boringly smoothly, when the daily text from Alex was different. Instead of it being, “Lets go for coffee”, it said, “I broke up with Arielle.”

        I stood in shock, not knowing how to feel. I felt like answering back, but wouldn't it be weird that this whole time I didn't answer back, and the one time I did is when he broke up with his girlfriend? I grabbed my phone gently and slowly typed, “Lets go for coffee.”

        I saw his text bubble appear which made me slightly nervous yet excited. I finally heard the 'swoosh' noise of my phone and frantically picked it up to see a message that read,

        “Republic of Pie. 8:00pm.”

        It was 7:00pm so I dropped my phone on my bed and rushed to my dresser, flinging out items of clothing. I wanted to be there on time! I picked out a navy and white t – shirt dress, with a yellow chunky knit sweater. A grey beanie hung on my head, and I wore light grey knee socks, with a pair of brown ankle boots.

        What I loved about being with Alex, is that I could be myself. I didn't have to wear 2 tons of makeup, or doll up my hair. I could just be me. Everyone would think that since he is just some 'rock god' he would care about that kinda stuff, but he doesn't. He is just the same little awkward, shy, nymph looking boy, that grew up in Sheffield, England.

        I grabbed my pastel rose colored bike, and started to ride over to the Republic of Pie, as it was only a 20 minute ride away from my apartment. The night was dark and damp. It had just rained, which was rare in LA. I rode over little puddles which made small specs of water jump onto my knee socks.

        I reached the Republic of Pie. There was a single dark street lamp. I got off my bike when I saw a man in the distance with sunglasses on an a leather jacket, so I suspected it was Alex. I walked forward, and we met at the cornerstone. The street light shown onto the mans face to reveal that it was, in fact, Alex. I let out a shaky breath just from the sight of his beautiful face. With his dark, intense, eyes gleaming that melancholy look he always had in them.

        “So here we are”, he said, “meeting at the cornerstone”, letting out a breath.

        “Here we are...”, I said, melancholy, gazing into his eyes, and holding my bike in my hands.

        About a month ago, at the cinema, he said he was the next Gatsby. Joking obviously. Ya know, maybe he was right. This moment reminded me just of the time when Gatsby met Daisy again. There was a silent moment. We both opened our mouths and said at the same time,

        “I missed you”