☆ ~ 𝓦𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒪𝒻 ℒ𝒾𝒻𝑒 - Milex Fanfic ~ ☆ [+18]

26.- Start Over

A new year begins. Alex and Miles are ready to face him. The first one lives his birthday again, but he will be affected thanks to his past actions.

January 6, 2009

New York, USA.

Alex

It wasn't long from Christmas to New Year.' The anniversary for me still did not reach the date of the calendar of my cell phone. I found myself meditating motionlessly through the window of my new home in Williamsburg, which was covered by scarce Baroque art, it was a house located exactly on a corner of a protected but rather demure neighborhood. He had given me two months to rest from the band, even separating work from friendship. Sometimes we would see each other alone with Matt to tell us about our problems or everyday situations.
Even, this was my day. She wore a gray outfit, although this time without a tie. The tie according to the suit was black, but finally, after much observation, I decided not to carry it to the edge of the collar of my shirt.

I took short steps around the room and saw several familiar faces getting the house ready for today's party. The Dee-Jay was positioning some ultrasound speakers and I was able to zoom in to browse his MacBook trying to figure out what the music would be for tonight. I had an impressive setlist, witnessing everything from the Bee gees to Rage Against The Machine, something I thought was pretty comical.
Anyway, at the time of the party and as we drank we would not even notify the style of music, even moving from one place to another the atmosphere would become much more entertaining by having in the middle of the list the mix that Matt had created for Late Night Tales.
When I was detained for the second time, Alexa caught me looking at an ornament of lights near the window.

"Alex.

"I love you very much, Ale," I said almost without saying.

"I'm glad you're happy today, I've seen you very encouraged. "She confirmed.

"Of course, I will be with you and the others, apart from my new nephews, I don't understand much about children, but I guess I will like it.

"Yes, great, my parents are also coming, I think I hadn't told you that they confirmed me during this last hour," she smiled.

"That set-list is scary, do you know that there is "Thriller"? I didn't expect it," I replied, pointing to the DJ's laptop I saw earlier.

"We'll all dance, I imagine Miles right now and you dancing that," she smiled.

There was a silence. I took my glass of sangria that had just been served to me and drank. She inquired when she saw me swallow the drink.

"What's going on?"

"It's nothing," I was still holding the glass.

He continued, knowing that sure enough, something was happening.

"So?"

"I remembered that he won't be able to come to the party," I looked at the kitchen island and laid my glass trying to call for dissimulation.

"It's not true!, How bad!, Because Miles always attends your birthdays!" she said, between surprised and with crestfallen.

"Yes.

"And that, did he have had anything else to do?" —he consulted by placing some canapés that he brought about a small table.

"He was going to be with his mother, he had issues to resolve with his former band, among other things. He apologized to me. "I went to the table and stole from those rolls and chewed one.