Complicated (Alex Gaskarth)

Nobody's Home

Even Alex and Elizabeth's first time came with its.... complications.

Companion chapter to ''The Complicated Project''.

Why is he doing the guitar when he could be doing me instead?

Such is just one of the many intrusive thoughts I have as I watch Alex, sitting next to me on the couch in my room, fixing the strings of my family's guitar, my book now completely out of my focus.

But, really, what better time than now to finally sleep together for the first time, when my parents are out for a while and it's just the two of us?

Not to mention that I'm ready, have beensince that heated make-out session on the couch a while back that I stopped out of fear, but that ultimately lead that to a series of secret conversations about when we'll do it.

Which, hopefully, will be now.

Granted, it won't be the perfect first time I've imagined, seeing as we'll be rushed and all, but I'll be with the man I'm completely infatuated with, so that's all that really matters, right?

But the question is now this, how exactly am I supposed to bring this up with him without sounding desperate?

I'll just have to follow that saying.

Go Big or Go Home, right?

"I want to have sex with you!"

At my sudden blurting from next to him, Alex deposits the guitar on the side of the couch and looks at me with furrowed eyebrows

"What exactly is in that book you've been reading, Elizabeth?"

I look back at him in with clenched teeth and narrowed eyes. Haven't our past conversations shown him just how nerve-racking this whole ordeal is to me?

And, here he is just making it worse!

"I'm being serious, Alex!" I exclaim in response, then defend, "I'm ready. We have the whole house to ourselves for an hour, and you're leaving tomorrow, so why don't we just do it now? It's not like we'll get this opportunity again anytime soon."

"That is a good point." He acknowledges, then rubs his chin in contemplation, "We certainly wouldn't want your parents hearing me deflowering their youngest daughter, now, would they?"

At his arrogance, I shoot him an unsatisfied look before I sigh in resoluteness.

"You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?"

"Well, that really depends on if it's what you want." He retorts with a shit-eating grin.

Fighting the nerves that instantly overwhelm my body-because this is him agreeing to finally do this- I instead choose to use his comment to my advantage.

"Well, in that case," I begin slyly, then let my anger culminate for the better, "What I really want is for you to take your damn pants off, Gaskarth!"

Taking my command quite literally, Alex stands up from the couch and proceeds to undress himself: beanie, joggers and T-shirt dropped to the floor in seconds until he's left in nothing more than black boxers.

Perhaps sensing the wave of anxiety that courses through me at moving forward with this, he then turns his back to me and crouches down to his travel bag nearby, the subsequent shuffling, a form of privacy.

That I take to first stand up and undress, then climb on my bed, where I lay propped up against the mountain of pillows, in my undergarments, inhaling and exhaling to fend some of the anxiety.