In this chapter, Alex dies.
Just kidding! Read the story bish
Alex's POV
Yeah, we kissed and made up, and mostly because I didn't want to lose him. I'm not going to deny the fact that, those words he told me hurt me, but I guess he just did it to protect me. I don't know, I guess before you can have a rainbow, you need to have a little bit of rain. Yes, I know. That sounds so cheesy that you probably want to vomit right now. Dan stopped hanging out with his old friends, while he got closer to Phil, Conner and Tyler. He and Phil really hit it off. They were moving in with each other in a week, meaning Phil was moving into Dan's place.
I sat at my desk, with 'Death Of A Bachelor' by Panic! At The Disco playing at full blast through my earphones. I decided to draw. I guess I didn't know what I was drawing until about 3 minutes later. Dan. I drew him leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette with his famous leather jacket, and smiling that contagious smile. I started working on minor details, like little hairs sticking out, and the way his clothes folded in certain areas and the way the cigarette looked. While I was drawing this, I was thinking about the first time I realized I may have had a crush on Dan. He sitting at his usual spot at the lunch table, when a girl out of no where sat on his lap. I felt a firey anger began to burn my chest. She gave him a peice of paper, obviously, her number. Jealousy took over me, I walked by with my tray and pretended to trip and spill my cold, disgusting beans all over her hair. "Oops" I said in the most fakest voice possible. In another hand, I had my soda, I decided to do the same to Dan, but only to the paper. He placed it on the table and I went for it. I spilled soda all over the peice of paper, making it fall apart, and the ink to smudge, making the number unreadable. I smiled to him and mouthed a quick "sorry" and walked off.
Dan was having a party tonight and I was more than excited to come.
I decided to wear a really short black dress. I didn't know why, but I just really liked they way it looked on me. It was short, and above my my knees, but definitely not slutty.
I did my makeup, and curled my hair. I wore black wedges, and finished in 30 minutes. I layed down and texted Dan.
AlexxLovesYou : Hey Dan. You almost ready? Xx
Danisnottexting : Yep. As in I'm wearing a black shirt, black pants and black shoes. Along with my black soul.
AlexxLovesYou : Then we'll be matching, sugar. Sooooooooooooooo shall I be worried? Considering there will be girls there as well as acholic drinks?
Danisnottexting : Nothing to worry about, love. If I do anything wrong, punish me.
AlexxLovesYou : Punish you, huh? You kinky bastard.
Danisnottexting : Shut up, you know you love the kinky shit, too.
Message seen
I looked at the time and saw it was time to leave, grabbing my purse and home key and headed out the door. I arrived at Dan's in 3 seconds. Ah, the lazy side of me is satisfied.
I opened the door, knowing I don't have to knock. Girlfriend advantage I guess? I immediately feel strong arms wrap around my waist. I jumped and turn around. I'm greeted by Dan grinning at me, and a full on attack of what seemed like 1,000 kisses all over my face.
*Time Skip To Le Middle Of La Party*
I couldn't find Dan anywhere, and I was getting worried. I know, this was his house, but that's exactly why I was worried. You see, when you're at a party, and you're hosting, you don't just leave, do you?
Exactly.
I begin to look for him frantically. I go upstairs to see if he was working on a drawing or something. I opened the door. My heart dropped to my stomach. My head began spinning. My chest felt like it was on fire. I know just how to explain what it felt like.
Turn on your stove. Before it begins to heat up too much, place you hand on it, painful huh? But, don't remove your hand just yet. Hold it for 30 seconds more. You begin sweating, your hand is going through extreme pain now. You can feel your skin boiling and melting. Your screaming now, crying, maybe. Keep it there. 10 more seconds....there you go. Take you hand off. Stings, doesn't it? If you can't control yourself, your on the floor, screaming as the cool air hits your used to be existing skin. If you're lucky, you just pass out. Oh, but I'm not done. Now, if you weren't crying before, you're sure as hell crying now. Is that stove still on? Guess what you do next? Put your hand on it again. Don't remove it. Leave it, to burn, to melt, to feel pain. Take it off now. As you do so, some of your skin will become stuck to the stove. It stings, again. Only ten times worse. Now imagine that pain you just went through, that non-imaginable pain, all over your body.And you feel it mostly on your heart. Because that's exactly what it felt like. What it felt like...
When I saw Dan kiss her.
