Bite My Tongue

Bite My Tongue - Chapter 10.

The following morning I woke up at around quarter past eight, slightly disorientated before remembering the previous night, getting Alex drunk, Alex telling me he liked me, Alex passing out, Jack and I carrying him inside, falling asleep in Jack's spare room.

As all the memories came flooding back an infectious smile crept onto my face as I pulled the comforter over my head, grinning like an idiot.

After the butterflies died down, I threw back the covers, walking down the hall to Jack's room, knocking on the door.

"I'm coming in so I really hope you aren't naked." I called, opening the door to see Jack sprawled over his bed, still fast asleep.

"Thanks Jack." I muttered, as I made my way over to his closet and stealing one of his Blink 182 hoodies and a pair of grey sweatpants before wandering back to my room and swapping the previous night's clothes for Jack's comfortable hoodie and sweatpants.

I cautiously made my way downstairs, avoiding the typical red cups strewn over the floor until I reached the living room where Alex was still snoring away, his beanie having fallen off his head, allowing his hair to have a mind of its own, some laying across his forehead, just scraping his eyelids and some sticking up in random spots. Alex's arm was comfortably tucked under his head as a makeshift pillow, his long legs looking uncomfortably cramped in the small space of the couch, it was a perfect opportunity to draw him.

I'd been drawing Alex more and more over the past month, unnecessary doodles of his face, with his crooked grin and warm hazel eyes, quickly filling up my sketch book in what appeared to be no time at all.

I wandered into Jack's father's office, snatching a piece of crisp, white paper off the stack beside the printer, along with a few pencils and an eraser before I made my way back to the living room where Alex was asleep.

I soundlessly carried the coffee table back to its original spot in front of the couch Alex was sleeping on as I positioned myself behind it, laying the paper over the smooth, flat surface and beginning my work.

It was quarter to eleven when I finished drawing Alex. I looked from the paper to the lanky boy asleep in front of me, getting up with a satisfied nod and leaving my work on the coffee table as I walked into Jack's kitchen in hope of finding food.

After rummaging around in the cupboards I found a loaf of bread, the toaster and a jar of Nutella. Putting two slices of bread into the toaster, I turned back to the living room too see Alex holding my drawing, a look of awe on his face.

"Morning." I nodded, collapsing into the recliner.

"Where did this come from?" Alex murmured, pointing at the drawing.

"Oh, that? I drew it." I smiled.

"You what?" Alex spluttered.

"I drew it," I repeated, "you know that thing where you use a pencil and connect lines to make a picture?" I added.

"Holy shit, this is fucking amazing..." Alex whispered, his fingers tracing over the grey lines of the body I had drawn which belonged to him.

"Didn't think it was too shabby myself." I grinned, standing up as I heard the toaster eject my toast.

"Toast!" I cried.

"Please, for the love of God, don't yell." Alex begged, his hands going up to clutch his head.

"What was that? I can't hear you!" I asked loudly from the kitchen, snickering as I heard Alex groan in defeat.

"A tad hungover, are we?" I smirked, falling onto the recliner opposite Alex.