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𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬, 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟭
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... alex turner hated his birthday. and it wasn't for any selfish, arrogant reason that you may suspect from him. alex loved the thought of people caring enough to celebrate his date of birth, flattered even. but he drew the line at anything to do with a party.
he'd rather save himself from the embarrassment of a crowd, dozens of eyes watching as they followed every one of his moves; him being unable to shrink away from their stares. having nowhere to run with everyone's expectant, twisted smiles made him feel slightly ill. he didn't want to have to force a reaction, knowing he'd be forever more grateful to open any gift in the comfort of his own company.
of course, he hadn't asked for anything from matthew. and of course, matt laughed straight in his face. he didn't understand alex's fear and called it simply 'loopy' and 'antisocial'. funny really; alex thought of it as that, too.
15 was an odd age, it was an age where you begin to realise the true meaning behind the words you were always told growing up. no term such as teenager was inferred to be so inferior, and teenage years weren't thought to go beyond 20 or 30 even 93. but alex feared never growing up, staying a teenager. never finding his sturdy place in the world; to be tossed and turned like he was inside of a tumbledrier. he feared getting old. getting old and not living to account for anything of importance.
of course, no one else was a worry like alexander was. and perhaps he looked too deeply into everything, overthought and gave himself unnecessary fears and worries. but he knew the teenage years to be nothing but a load of crap. well, at least for him, anyway. because in a couple of years or so, it would all be for nothing, every contemplation and calculated move wouldn't matter in ten, five or even two years' time. and he couldn't fathom that, not one bit. alex would like to think he could make a difference. but quite simply, he didn't have it in him.
fuck, how matthew pissed him off.
"aw, come on," he threw alex's alarm clock at him, scoffing at his friend's glaring face and unenthusiastic body language, "give us a smile!"
alex caught the clock in a hurry, a look of disgust clear on his face. he tossed it carefully onto his bedspread behind him, preparing himself for any more thrown objects. "no, you twat," he tried not to look at the camera that was currently raised to his face, standing completely rigid and still, "i'm not gonna bloody take a picture with only me in it,"
"why not?" matt retracted the lens from his eyes, quirking his brows. "you like taking pictures," he had a slightly feared look in his eye which confused alexander even further.
