Boy Meets Girl

Boy Makes Girl Breakfast

Alexander's arms were wrapped tightly around me when I woke up. His warm breath sent shivers down my spine. I turned my head so I could stare at him. His eyes were closed and he was breathing evenly. I wondered how long it took him to get to sleep last night. He was complaining about stomach pains and how the elephant wouldn't stop staring at him. I kept an eye on him for most of the night, but I was so tired that I ended up falling asleep before he did, and I can't see the future when I'm asleep.

I scooted closer to the warmth that was coming from his body. The blanket that he wrapped around me early last night was paper thin, it was at least forty degrees outside and Alexander can't afford heating. I was freezing.

"You're still here," Alexander whispered his voice laced with surprise and sleep.

I nodded. "Where would I go?" I asked, not looking at him. I rubbed my arm against his. I couldn't understand how anyone could be this warm when the room was so cold.

Alexander shrugged. I could feel his shoulders lift and then drop. This made me turn around so I could look at him. His pupils weren't dilated anymore. I could see his beautiful ocean blue eyes. They were breath taking.

"Where would I go?" I asked again.

"I don't know," he whispered. "Back home…wherever hallucinations go when they're through with me."

I closed my eyes and let out a small laugh. It wasn't a happy laugh. It was a flirtatious laugh. Something that I wasn't sure I was very good at, but I was willing to try it on Alexander. "I'm not a hallucination." I shook my head.

"I can't make myself believe that."

"Why?" I rested my head on his chest as my body shivered. His grip tightened around me, forcing me closer to his body. No one had ever held me like this before. I've read about it in books, but never experienced it or even thought that I would experience it. No one wants to hold a crazy person. I didn't stop shivering though.

"Because there is no way that someone as perfect as you could exist."

I blushed. "I'm not perfect." I shook my head. "If I was perfect, I wouldn't see the future and my hair wouldn't feel like it belongs to a dog." I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Why did you follow me home?" He asked. "Or want to come home with me? Aren't you worried that I'm some psychotic killer that might try to kill you?"

I shook my head. "I can see the future, Alexander. I may not know everything, but I'll know if you want to hurt me." I shivered again. Alexander let go of my hand and started to rub my back. "And I didn't have anywhere else to go. I saw you on the subway, then I had a vision that I came over here, so I decided to ask you if I could come over."

"I'm glad that you asked." He didn't look at me when he said this. He moved over to his back and stared at the ceiling. He didn't let go of me, he kept me pressed to his side, my cheek planted firmly on his chest. There was no sexual tension between us, which I was grateful for. It was just me pressed to his side, so I didn't freeze to death.

"Why?" I asked. I rubbed my cheek against his chest. He was like my own personal heater. I wasn't sure if it was medication or the alcohol in his system that made him so warm. It could've been both.

"I like having you around. You make me feel…normal."

I smiled. Another blush crept to my cheeks. I didn't know what it was about Alexander, but everything about him, about this, seemed normal. Nothing was awkward, nothing was forced. It was just…normal. We were normal. I've never been considered normal, and something told me that Alexander wasn't considered that normal either, but when we were together, at least for me, it was like for the first time in my life, I wasn't weird. I felt, like Alexander said, normal.