Where Will You Be Waking Up Tomorrow Morning

Chapter 13/14

Chapter 13: 

I awoke to find Alexa eating, actually eating. She was eating eggs and 2 links of turkey sausage.  Actually eating, for once. She had  set out a plate for me, mine had more food on the plate than hers.

"Hey Alexie, thanks for making breakfast," I kiss her on the cheek,  Sitting down I look at what's in front of me, sausage, eggs, and a biscuit that was clearly store bought. 

"Your are so welcome, Bren. I really love you. But now we are going to dance. I'll show you." She leads me into the living room and puts on Hallelujah, one of my songs, a recent one too.

She grabs my hand and has me lean down in a hand in hand bow for intro. She then jumps a way from my hand and spins, before instructing me to pick her up and lift her above my head before tossing her onto the ground. Only now did I notice that she was wearing heels. During the chorus we repeated the flipping move, before I lifted her up by he ankles as she did a back flip. Landing in a prayer position. 

"Oh my god that was incredible. How did you do that?" I asked in disbelief. 

"I took dance as a kid, and am a ballroom dancer in my spare time. All you had to do was the lifts, I made it easy for you. We should do that at a concert. You pick up quickly though. And Yes I was wearing heels."  She said, and I wondered how one human could do that.  "It's one of my many talents. 

I laughed, she looked happy, truly happy. Their was light in her eyes and a massive smile on her face, her cuts were now scars. And once again, everything was gold.  Something was so different this time, so very real. It was real, she was real, and I was real, and everything was built on trust. 

"I'm going to get dressed, we're going somewhere. Put on something normal. I'm wearing a t-shirt and jean shorts. I suggest cargo shorts and t-shirt."  She said and then walked off to get dressed. 

I met her out in the entryway as she had her purse and my keys in my hand, "I'm driving by the way," She walked out to the convertible, and started it while putting the top down. I then plugged into my iPod and started some upbeat music. 

"Where are we going exactly?" I asked, very confused that she had taken my keys and made me get in the car.

"To do something you've been pressuring me to do since the tour. Treatment, bitch." She laughed and was in a good mood. I wanted her to stay like this forever. I wanted her to be happy, and just full of life.

"Really? I am LITERALLY so happy right now." I kissed her on the cheek and then she pulled into the office building after about a half hour of driving. 

She walked into the office, with out saying a word. Visibly nervous I could almost the fear in the air as she clicked her heels on the tile. She was taller than me now, wearing about 4 inch black heels. Putting my hand around her I started to talk. 

"I know you can do this, you are so strong and it is so worth it. You are so worth it. Remember that." I kissed her as we walked into the office, where I sat down in a chair holding her hand until they called her back. 

I sat there nervous. I started to write a song, a song for her. I put it in the notes of my iPhone. Someday she would hear it. 

She walked out of the appointment smiling. 

"Was it ok?" I asked as I stood up from the waiting room chair. My voice was hopeful, as she was smiling, and it looked in her face that it went ok.

"It went really, really well. They gave me a meal plan, of so many calories, but they want me to gain weight. Which really isn't surprising. But I think I'm ok with it. I've been feeling good, I have wanted to get better, which is a major change. I want you in my life, what you have done he past month and a half has meant so much to me. I love you, more than anything I could ever say." She leaned against my shoulder, letting me drive back home.

We walked into the house. She didn't take off her heels, quizzically I looked at her. Then she spoke again. "I want to dance again. I think it was beautiful before. She put on First Aid Kit's Stay Gold. 

We swayed back and forth with her occasionally dipping down. I remembered the lifts we did earlier for the chorus, At the end of the song, she landed in my chest as I leaned back. Stay gold, stay gold. I thought. 

I sat down on the couch with a gin and tonic in my hand. Alexa was dancing around the room, wearing a blue sequin and flowey dress, she had her hair down, and was wearing actual dance shoes, which I didn't know she had. She looked beautiful, I know we can use this in a show, she could use this in her new band- when and whatever that might be. 

"You are stunning...sit down and have a drink. I'll make it." I stood up and walked to the kitchen.

"Same as usual...Whiskey cut with a little bit of sprite on the rocks. Do you want me to change?" She asked, tiredly. Her voice with out its usual cutting edge.

"No, if you don't mind. You look really pretty, the deep blue of that dress suits you. You really are beautiful, like stunningly so. I'm not just saying that. I mean it." I swirled the drink in my hand and gave it to her on the couch. I started to play with her hair, swirling it between my fingers, twirling the blonde locks in between my fingers.

"You are so pretty...just, I love you. Can I kiss you? I want to kiss you. You look like a painting, prettier than the mona lisa." I said my voice attempting to be seductive. 

"Of course you can kiss me, just I want you to be romantic. Why do think I was dancing?" She had set down her drink. I pulled her in by the shoulder, after she had traced my collarbones. Slowly kissing her I put my hand down to her waist. She laid down on the couch, and whispered in my ear "I want to leave you breathless, and make you wait." Her voice was incredibly sexy.

"Brendon, that's all you get for tonight." She said teasingly. "Did i leave you breathless?" Alexa traced my collarbone again. 

"You did leave me breathless, everything you do is beautiful and breathtaking," I followed her upstairs as she changed into comfortable clothes and we laid down. I was singing to her. She was the only one, the only thing that mattered to me. If this was love, I was living in it, swimming in it. Totally engrossed by her.