Lairy girls and boys in bands

8. Still take you home

I really hope you like this one as it's not really like the previous chapters, let me know if you enjoy it :)

Please listen to the music that I write about in this and play the songs when I mention them. I wrote this during a phase.

Stop making the eyes at me
I'll stop making the eyes at you
What it is that surprises me
Is that I don't really want you to

("I'm just saying, if yeh want food then I live like three minutes up the road."

"Alright. Sure," she nodded with a small smile. Why put an end to something that's going so well?...)

Faye and Alex kept chatting until they got through the front door. It was a bit strange for the both of them in retrospect, him showing her his home. It wasn't an environment that either of them were used to seeing each other in. But some of the shyness Faye had felt when that whole situation with the man at the bar had happened, had now gone away. Thankfully. There was now more of a comfortable feeling of being around someone who's company she enjoyed. But she couldn't lie, some of it was left. Some of the blushing of her cheeks kept happening when he looked at her, she couldn't really shake the feeling.

Alex took his shoes off and kept walking into the hallway so Faye simply did the same. She left her boots by the door and followed him into the kitchen where he started going through his fridge. She looked around the dark house. It was nice. Homey. Clean. Alex chuckled to himself and then practically tossed a cardboard box on the kitchen island.

"Cold pizza," he stated proudly.

"Nice. Could heat it up though?" Faye giggled. Alex shook his head.

"No you're not allowed to. If you've put pizza in the fridge you have to eat it cold."

"Says who?"

"Says the Bible."

Faye laughed, "what?"

"I don't know man I'm drunk," Alex said and opened the box. He grabbed himself a slice and so did Faye. They are in silence for a few minutes.

"Do you want something to drink?" He asked. "I'm sure we've got beer."

"Thanks but I can't have more beer tonight," she said. "I've peed like five times."

Alex chuckled. "Shots?"

"You wanna have shots after coming home from a night out? Why?"

"It's called an after party Faye."

And there he went again, saying her name in a sentence where it sounded so normal but yet was so much like torture to her ears. Did he have to make her stutter like this? Why was he choosing to do that? She felt like such a teenager.

"It's not really an after party with just two people and no music though, is it?"

"Now one of those things we can fix," Alex said and put the box away as both of them had finished their slices.

"Have you got people in your basement for occasions just like this?" Faye said and earned stone faced "ha ha" from Alex.

"I've got music, I meant."

Faye smirked. "You know I actually want to see if you listen to anything good."

"Come on," he just said and walked up the stairs. Faye followed once again and was led to his bedroom. She could've teased him about it, but she chose not to. He could've teased her about coming home with him and following him to his room, but he didn't either. Because they both couldn't deny that doing so, didn't feel wrong.