She's Thunderstorms | An Alex Turner Fanfic

Chapter 9: From the Ritz to the Rubble

                              FROM THE RITZ TO THE RUBBLE

        What happened at the Republic of Pie seemed to have dissolved into thin air. 'The incident' happened two days ago and we hadn't really texted since. That night, after the song ended, he escorted we out without saying a word and we both part out different ways. It wasn't really awkward it was just quiet. A good quiet.

        In the moment, it wasn't like we were trying to kiss each other, it kinda just happened. Instinct I guess. Ya know that moment when your brain asks your heart if what you're about to do is a good idea? Then you think it over and decide if it is a good idea or not. For me, this notion didn't really occur. Alex and I were dropped into dreamland and it just happened. I took a dip in his daydreams, as he did mine.

        I wonder what would have happened if we did kiss. Would we still be friends? Would we instead be dating? Is he actually in love with me? In the moment you usually think that acting on impulse could lead to bad things, but when looking back to the moment you wish you would have done what you thought felt right. Ah the things we ask ourselves when we don't follow our gut.

        I was lost in thought, sitting on my bed, when I felt something buzz. Like most people now a days, I immediately reached for my phone and saw that I had received a text from Mister Turner.

        “Let's watch a film tonight.”

        I had recently been reading a lot of poetry, and I had been wanting to re – watch a certain movie that I had seen I long time ago. I answered,

        “Dead Poets Society? My house?”

        “See you then”, he said, almost instantly after my previous text. I could almost see that cheeky, childish, smirk on his face.

        I stayed in what I was wearing. A fuzzy jumper that had the top half cream and the lower half grey. I had black jeans on and yellow socks with polkadots on them. The whole outfit was super comfy, and I didn't have to dress up for Alex or whatever. Especially since we are just gonna lounge around and watch a movie, and even if we weren't, I would still not have to dress up. He doesn't care.

        I heard a knock at the door about 30 minutes after his text. I went to go open it and it was Alex, leaning in the doorway, smirking, wearing a black t – shirt that said 'The Menace' on it. He wasn't wearing sunglasses for a change, and his hair was not done up in his fabulous quiff.

        “Whaz up, whaz up, whaz up...”, I said, the awkward human being a am.

        I laughed at my odd remark. Alex stood looking at with a 'really' expression on his face, then laughed along with me. He escorted himself into apartment number 505 and closed the door behind him.

        “To answer your question”, he started, “I'm doing well, doing well, doing well”, he grinned.

        I showed him into my living room. The walls were white and it had a string of fairy lights on the wall. Little doodles and photographs accompanied the fairy lights on the walls as well. The couch was grey and had a white, soft, black thinly stripped blanket sprawled across it. My carpet had red and white chevron and a chestnut brown coffee table was set on top of it. I had a light blue colored bean bag placed diagonally from the grey couch. In front of the table was a flat screen television.

        We sat down on the floor for some reason, and leaned our backs against the light brown coffee table. We got ourselves situated to start the film as I asked,

        “So...I'm sorry to bring this up, but -”

        “There's always a 'but' isn't there”, Alex laughed.

        I laughed and slightly nodded my head and continued, “But...where are you staying? Since you broke up with...”

        “Arielle...”, he said, “Well that's the thing. I just moved my things out today....and I pretty much have no place to stay....so”

        “Are you asking me to offer you a place to stay”, I questioned, chuckling.

        Alex chuckled back and guiltily nodded, looking down to the floor.

        “Alex...”, I started, sarcastically, “I would honestly love it so much if you stayed with me whilst you got things figured out. Won't you please? Oh please Alex?”, I waited a moment then smirked and looked down to the ground.

        Alex laughed and said, being sarcastic back, “Oh I don't really know....”, he looked down, pretending to be bashful.

        “Oh please, Alex? It's the one thing I long for in life”, I pleaded, laughing, continuing our incredibly sarcastic conversation. Our sense of humor is the weirdest. This is how we always talked to each other.

        “Oh fine....”, he said, as if to be giving in, although he was the one who asked.

        We continued laughing at our sarcasm, sitting on the floor. After a little the laughing died down to silence. We both experienced another moment where we both gazed into our brown, gleaming eyes. His were so interesting. The way they curved in when they got closer to the bridge of his nose. I think I could stare into them forever if I could.

        I usually seemed to be the first one to snap out of this trance, as I think about things too much, but this time Alex did.

        “So I guess I'm moving in”, he said.

        I was so excited. We could watch movies, play music together, take photos together! I just hope nothing gets awkward. Would this effect the way I feel about him? Would this effect the way he feels about me? If...he feels anything...I guess. I tried to keep the bad thoughts out and replied by smirking and saying.

        “The adventure awaits...”