Wildflowers

Chapter 21- You don't have to be intoxicated to feel me love you.

Myles July 19th

I sit on my table chair, fingering my guitar mindless, a soft hum of music as a background noise playing. I haven't gotten much sleep past few days, now here I am, wide awake, not long before midnight. I have work early tomorrow, and I don't want to fall asleep while standing on a surf board in front of my clients.

I put my guitar down before heading to the bathroom, notification on my phone popping up stops me.

Alex:You up?

My first you up text ever, hey. And from Alexandra.

Me: Sure am

Alex:Let me in

I furrow my eyebrows.

Me: Like literally speaking or metaphorically?

Alex: Me. In.

I hear a knock on the front door before I can respond. Did this dude seriously show up in middle of the night? To hell with that.

I bound down the stairs and throw the door open. There she stands, in her dark baggy jeans and a huge ass hoodie, hood pulled up, her long dark hair sticking out.

"That shit was not unlocked a second ago" Alexandra utters, pointing to the door.

I exhale deeply. "Alex, what you doing here?"

She goes quiet, frowning. "Myles" she whispers. I pull the door wider open, letting her walk in, this time locking the door. She stands, looking at her shoes, then up to my face. Here, where the lights are switched on, I see her eyes red.

"Have you been crying?"

"Not yet" she smirks. I narrow my eyes at her. Alexandra is high out of her mind. That she is. Alex was fully sober a few hours ago when we left the beach.

"Something happen?" Why would she show up here randomly? 

She shakes her head, pushing past me and walking up the stairs. I follow her to my room. Now she's running. She plops down in my bed, legs and arms sprawled out like a starfish.

"You shithead" I go and kneel in front of my bed and start untying her laces. "Why didn't you take your shoes off?"

"Sorry" she leans and pats my head, laying back. "Myles?"

"Alexandra" She giggles, fucking giggles, then sighs. I pull off her shoes and stand up to see her frowning again. "Alex?"

"I came to sleep here" she states finally. I mean, good for you, Al.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah" she sits up, then looks down at her hoodie. I then notice a big stain on that. "I spilled that the..." she trails off and pulls it over her head. Revealing a tiny cropped tank top. She giggles again, that little shit, and throws the cloth at me.

"You're a little shit, you know that, right?" I ask to make sure.

"Cares who?" this high ass girl sasses.

"Come here" I say and grab her arm, pulling her up.

"Huh?"

"You smell like a skunk" she doesn't, just a like a rat trenched in alcohol. 

"Do I now?" she smirks as I take her to the bathroom. "Earlier you claimed otherwi-"

"Whatever, go shower now, yeah?" I stop her blabbing. "Can you do that yourself?"