Meddle About - A Firstprince Fanfiction

1 - Air Miles

Alex's pov:

6:49pm - 📍 Washington City

Alex ran a tired hand through his messy head of curls, groaning in frustration at the mock-exam questions he had to fill out in order to have any chance of passing his insanely hard and also insanely stupid mid-term.

He rubbed his eyes, made some strange noises with his mouth that he probably would never make in public and sighed.

He took one look at his ugly and neon yellow textbook, one quick look at the crazy-hard worksheet(s) and one long look at his glorious phone - which was laying on his wooden bedside table so as to not distract him from his studies.

The boy bit his lip, twirled his pen and waited for a moment.

In the end, he swiftly spun 'round in his chair and stood up, grabbed his phone and sprawled himself out onto his mattress.

After all, didn't they say that all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy?

He opened said glorious phone and scrolled through his twitter feed, where he was immediately met with a billion-trillion notifications.

This, of course, was not unusual for such a charming character like himself but nevertheless it still piqued his interest.

Alex opened his inbox and his screen was flooded with recent news of a YouTube scandal, an article about the rates of inflation in gas prices (boring), an extract from an interview that he recently did, a thirst trap of hi-

Okay, that is enough.

He swiped the blue bird off of his phone and moved to check his Instagram.

Nearly instantly, his feed was stormed with pictures of some sort of flower shop with sad-looking flowers, cute dogs from a shelter, some weird sort of orange British cookie which he could only assume tasted like an actual ass.

Whatever, this is stupid anyways.

He threw his head back onto one of his pillows and laid down, closing his eyes for a short moment - enjoying the time away from his pointless and never-ending exam questions.

Suddenly, he had a brilliantly bright idea.

Alex burst to his feet and began his descent down to the bottom floor of the white house where the kitchen was, humming a tune from an eighties movie that he had watched earlier on in the day and couldn't quite seem to get out of his head.

He walked briskly past portraits of founding fathers, vases of chrysanthemums, strange art pieces that his mother insisted on buying at a women's rights art auction.

Alex started to come down the marble stairs when he realised he had left his phone upstairs. After a quick twelve second debate whether he should go back and get it, he figured that there was no need and continued down the stairs.

The boy came down to the very last step, wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, and saw exactly who he wanted to see sitting at the paper-abundant kitchen island, June and Nora. His sister and best-est friend.

''Hellooooo June-bug and,'' Alex tilted his head at the other girl, ''The Always Lovely Nora,'' Alex announced proudly, as if he was a gameshow host, and he sat down on a stool next to the both of them.

''Hi Alex,'' June spoke and rolled her eyes playfully.

''You're awfully chipper for somebody who is meant to be studying,'' Nora glared at him.

''Hmm, what? Did somebody say something?'' Alex chuckled awkwardly.

''Anyways... I was thinking we should get away for a weekend, you knowwww,'' he raised his eyebrows and nodded his head a couple of times. ''We could party, dri-''