We Really Need To Stop // ImAllexx

Everything

It's a miracle we made it there alive.

No, not because the Instagram model girls were actually serial killers or working undercover for the mafia, but because the short one drove so fucking fast. Jesus Christ.

So as we started walking up to the red brick house, me feeling a bit dizzy and carsick, it sure felt good to breathe in the fresh air. But I never expected this.

The second the door threw open, my eyes and heart lit up. It was ALEX! He was wearing a sky blue Ralph Lauren polo shirt to match his eyes with khaki trousers and a nice belt. More dressed up than usual, he was beaming with a contagious smile.

"Hey Callie! I'm so glad you could make it!" To my surprise Alex greeted me first as if he'd been expecting me, pulling me in for a light hug, just close enough to smell his shampoo. "Come on in! Come on in!" He ushered me and the other two girls inside. "Make yourselves at home!" Inside, a warm glow of orange light seemed to fill the place.

Also to my surprise, I felt incredibly comforted by being reunited with Alex. I guess I'd missed him more than I realised. What a week.

The interior was mostly unvarnished wood and raw lighting, it felt really open plan and modern - and expensive. As the girls lead me to a room on the second floor, I couldn't stop staring up at the lighting fixtures and beams on the high, larger than life ceilings.

Clothes in every pastel colour of the rainbow were scattered all over a white glittery carpet.

"Let's play dress up, girls! Isn't this cute?" Pouting jokily, the shorter Instagram-model girl pulled out a candy pink dress and posed with it against her body.

"Aren't these... Alex's clothes?" I hesitated before looking around for him to appear. Which he did, a moment later, as if he heard us all the way from downstairs.

"Yeah, it's fine," Alex emphasised. "You guys go crazy! Those aren't even my clothes. Well, half of them might be... I forgot now," he laughed nonchalantly, running a hand through his floppy fringe whilst standing in the doorway. Then through clenched teeth he pointed his index finger at Mae and added, "Just don't touch anything not on the floor, you hear me Mae?!"

Ellie - the taller one (who wasn't responsible for my carsickness) - smirked, strutting over to Alex. She had to bend down to match his height.

"Promise we won't, babe!" she said as she kissed his cheek and Mae giggled, already tugging on a sweater. Then Alex left the room muttering something in disbelief like:

"We'll see about that!"

Ellie and Mae (that was the shorter one, 100% responsible for my car sickness) spent a good hour being my hype women. If you didn't count the previous three hours. I guess they were working for me full time that day – and for no reward, bless them.

Around 7pm, we all stepped out of Alex's bedroom in our newly borrowed attire. Ellie had Alex's strawberry dress on, white heels, black fishnets and her hair pulled up. She looked stunning.

Mae had on some skinny jeans, one of Alex's sequined Gucci T-shirts (still not sure if she really found this on the floor, or if it was meant to have been there) and long-drop earrings, with her hair down in curls - very sultry and enchanting.

And then there was me adorned in: Alex's longsleeve cream turtleneck, black jeans, my deep purple Doc Martens and one of Alex's chain necklaces.

"Yoooo, just in time!" Alex enthusiastically drawled, pulling me in by the shoulder and getting me to sit down on the low sofa with him, right in front of the TV. Disco balls were flooding the room with dancing rainbow lights, as an early 2000s vintage lilac and pastel blue plastic mic was thrown into my hands. Nickelback 'How You Remind Me' started playing, the lyrics flashing across the TV in pixelated writing. Everything felt very out of this world. How did Alex even find this thing, let alone get it working?