Busted.
“Got bottled,” I informed Alex, standing in the door way, rubbing the back of my neck, trying not to play with the bandage wrapt around my head. Alex raised her eyebrow at me and I sighed and ended up telling her everything that I've just told you lot. Alex Sanford and I have been living together in this flat for a few months now and in that time we've become pretty good friends. Alex's boyfriend also lived with us, Brad Jackson. Brad was forever calling her Alexandria, which Alex hated, and he hated me because he was paranoid that I was trying to get into Alex, ever since he found out that I'm a lesbian.
Alex and brad were always fighting, usually because he wanted them to move, but Alex didn't want to go. Alex's usual battle cry was: 'where are we going to find somewhere with rent as cheep as here that's close to both our jobs?'. Then they would yell some more, nine times out of ten Brad would threaten to leave her, and I knew as soon as I heard him say that I could expect to be sharing my bed with Alex for the night.
“Wow, what a night!” Alex exclaimed.
“I no, right?” I walked over to the table, pulled out a chair, turned it around, sat down and lent on the back of it, grinning at Alex as I remembered the events of the night.
“So, did you get her number?” Alex asked as if I was holding out vital information from her. I nodded. And just then I received a text.
Tara: Hey, its Tara, jus txtn 2 c if u got hme al rite.
“Her ears must have been burning,” I smiled as I text her back, ignoring the quiet chuckle coming from Alex.
Me: Yea, jus walkd thro da door, u?
Tara: Same, I'm glad u got hme safe, but I'm goin 2 bed now, so gud nyt xoxo.
Me: Haha, don't u mean gud mornin?
Tara: Lol, yea I guess ur rite. So gud mornin, sweet dreams, sleep tight, xoxo.
Me: Same 2 u, dnt let da bed bugs bite xoxo.
I looked back up at Alex with a smiled on my face a mile wide, putting my phone back into my pocket.
“Naw, young love,” Alex cooed.
“Shut up, Alexandria,” I teased. Alex gave me a nasty look for using her real name. “Peace,” I pleaded, holding up the peace sign.
“Yeah, yeah, just don't use that word again,” Alex said, still sounding grumpy, anyone would think that I'd said a cuss word.
“What? Alexandria?” I laughed, gaining another filthy look from Alex. “Well, on that note, I think I might have a shower and hit the hay,” I struggled to fight back a yawn. “Tell Brad I said morning,” I smiled, standing up. Then I did give an almighty yawn.
“Maybe I could join you and just avoid him altogether,” Alex laughed.
“Oh yeah, 'cause that'll really impress him,” I scoffed sarcastically, trying not to laugh as well.
“You no you want me to,” Alex teased.
“In your dreams, Alex,” I poked my tongue out at her and retreated to the bathroom before she could throw anything at me. Once in my room, after my shower I looked at the time, it was 8:17a.m.
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'I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation!' Joan Jett broke into my dreams to tell me that I had a phone call. I groaned and opened my eyes. 'You're living in the past, it's a new generation!' I looked at the time on my alarm clock, only 9:40a.m.!
