Missing The Sheep

I'm Not Chace Crawford... But I'm Still Damn Sexy!

Alexis' P.O.V.

I deftly climbed back into the large car, and sat where I had been before. I did up my seat belt, and fidgeted with my fingers. What would the new place be like? Though our flat was apparently only going to be temporary, it would be the first place I would call home after the farm. 

Though not having to wake up at five thirty in the morning to milk the cows would be a welcomed experience, our little house and huge paddocks held so many memories. While some of them were good, some where not so good. 

I had had a good childhood- loving parents, annoying yet protective brothers, and the best friends a kid could ask for. I was good at sports, top in class at everything and teachers always favoured me. But when I hit fourteen, everything changed. My friends deserted me like I had the black plague, my grades down spiralled and teachers came to resent me. The only things I could rely on were my brothers and sport. I invested myself wholly in sport, living and breathing to forget. But it went too far when my asthma mixed with over-exertion and left me struggling to breathe and needing to be taken to hospital. While they did continuous lung tests on me, I came to rely on music as my everything. The passion lingered on after I was discharged, and I learnt to play the guitar over many internet lessons and tabs. 

I surprised myself with the rate I raced through levels. I'm not going to say it's because I'm extremely talented or anything- it just came to the stage where my music was the only way I could express myself without breaking down and crying- something I would never do. I remained stoic and seemingly emotionless throughout my fourteenth year of life. And when everything crashed and burned two days after my fifteenth birthday, my guitar stuck by me- and has ever since. I have come to learn that sometimes the only things you can truely trust in are inanimate objects. 

What a bundle of joy I must seem.

But I couldn't let the past control my life. Upon coming to England, I decided no longer would I be the distraught, emo kid. I would start anew, be a different person. The person I wanted to be. 

Suddenly I felt something hit the back of my head and I whipped around to have another  hit my face. It felt all wet and gross. It slowly fell from my cheek and into my lap. A spitball- I should have known. I looked up, a danger flashing across my brown eyes. I leant over the seat and grabbed a bunch of straws and paper from the midgets- my attackers. I handed a straw to both George and Matt, gave them some paper, and mouthed, "It's war."

Jesse and Zach began hailing us in soggy paper with their already built up pile, but we quickly retaliated. It was a fully fledged battle until David yelled over us, "Who hit me with this?" whilst holding a ball. Jesse, Matt, George and I all pointed at Zach who was cowering down. 

"Give me a straw and paper; I want in." he demanded. I sacrificed the final straw and the last of the paper, and he nodded in thanks. Soon we were back to blowing the saliva-covered missiles at eachother, until we ran out. I attempted to regain my breath while the boys looked at me concerned. "You okay kid?" as George. I motioned for my inhaler which he got from what had been my carry-on bag.He quickly grabbed it and handed it to me. I uncovered, twisted and inhaled before I let the disgusting powder open my airways. Silence ensued until I spioke up, "I feel all gross and wet now!" As soon as I said it, and knew what would happen- the inevitible- "That's what she said!" Yelled Matt. There it was. The three boys high-fived Matt while David and I rolled our eyes. I heard Dad let out a small chuckle. All was normal.

Ashton's P.O.V.

I watched her walk away. Alex. Alexis Duke. Something in the back of mind told me I wouldn't forget her easily, and I believed it. The short, doe eyed, long haired girl was already plaguing my thoughts. There was something about her that captivated me- perhaps the hard exterior, filled with the soft, cute insides I had already seen bits of- just like an egg! Wait, an egg? I just compared her to an EGG? I was clearly messed up.