Behind The Screens

12 | Tom and Lisa

A|N: sorry I'm so late posting, I usually post in the morning but I was sidetracked and kind of tired lol. Anyways here's chapter 12.
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Britten

"Does everyone here have penthouses?" Alex asked when I finished giving him a tour of my place. We were sitting in my room on the bed. I shrugged. "Ten people I know in my school do." His jaw dropped. "What is this? Rich people central?" I laughed.

It had been two days since the party and I had decided to let him come over. My parents weren't home, so I decided, why not? I wasn't ready to let them meet him anyway. But Alex on the other hand... he was excited.

"Does your dad wear velvet robes and have a wacky mustache?" Alex asked. He grabbed a pen off of my nightstand and stuck it under his nose. "Hear, hear," he said in a horrible british accent while sticking his chin up and squinting his eyes. I laughed at him. "Give me this." I said and snatched the pen away. "OW!!!" He screamed. I jumped. "What???" He laughed. "You ripped off my mustache." I hit his arm and he responded with, "Do not abuse your very rich father."

"My dad isn't like that." I told him. He nodded. "Okay, then what is he like?" He asked. I sighed and crossed my legs Indian style. "He's really tall," I started. "Ah, as every filthy rich father possesses." He said while smiling.

"He's got no facial hair... as a matter of fact his hair is light brown... he's young." Alex gasped. "How young?" He asked. "Mmm... thirty seven." I replied. "How old is your mom?" Alex pressed on. I shrugged. "Does it matter?" I said. "Umm yes, you won't let me meet your parents and it would be rude to ask... now tell me!"

I sighed. "She's... she's thirty six." Alex pressed his lips together, a look of realization crossing his face. "Is that why you don't want me to meet them?" He asked. I nodded. "They're both paranoid because my mom was pregnant by my dad at 17 and my dad is worried that the same will happen to me." He looked over at the door. "Oh," he said. "He's pestered all of the guys I've ever tried to be with... and it wasn't very many thanks to him."

"And so what are you going to do if they walk in?" Alex asked. He slid over to my side of the bed and wrapped his arms around me. I shrugged. "I can look like a gentleman,"
I laughed. "Oh you can look like a lot of things." I said. "What's that supposed to mean?" He asked. "Last night you looked like some sexy, mysterious spy dude when you got off the elevator," I explained. "Your face was so serious and you had on all that black." He chuckled.
"Maybe I should wear black more often." He suggested. I nodded in agreement.

We sat quietly for a moment and Alex took my hands and held them in my lap. I smiled at him.

"Hey, you know what would be a good idea?" Alex broke the silence. "What?" He pointed at my laptop. "What about it?" I asked. "We should make a post on your blog together." He replied. I smiled. "Okay."
I hadn't posted in a while, so to be making a small comeback with Alex made me happy.

I got up to turn on my laptop, then sat back down with Alex. to stay anonymous, we snapped a picture from our necks down.

When I saw you, my heart whispered, "That's the one."

- PointlessBlog

After posting it, Alex sat back against the wall. I smiled. "Really?" I asked. He nodded. "The first time Girl With a Blog became a face and not just a url." He explained. It was such a quiet, sentimental moment, the ones I loved the most.

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Alex

"Just be yourself!!!" Britten told me over the phone. I sighed. "How? I don't even know who myself is." I responded.
"You sound like a depressing middle school kid who's trying to figure out life."