From Princess To Imprint

At The Beach With... Bella?

Alex's POV

 

"Where were you?" Sam asked the second I entered the house.

"Chasing llamas with my friend Frederick the cookie. Why?" I replied, completely serious.

He shot me a flat look. "Alex, I'm not kidding," He said seriously.

"Neither am I," I said, sounding equally as serious. When his eyes narrowed at me, I sighed. "Look, Sam, just because I came home late doesn't mean I was doing drugs. I'm still a virgin, I have no alcohol in my system, and my halo is still somewhat visible. Now, can I go upstairs?"

His eyes narrowed, but he said nothing else. I took that as a yes, and I went around him and to the staircase.

I was on the fifth step when he said, "Alex?" I froze in place, not turning around as I waited for him to speak.

"Uh... How... How was your day...?" He asked awkwardly.

I almost had a heart attack on the stairs when he asked that. Slowly, I turned around to face him, eyes wide and a completely shocked expression on my face.

"Are you on crack?" I asked bluntly, my hands on both banisters of the staircase.

"No. I was just asking... How was your day...?" He said, still sounding completely awkward. Huh. Guess conversations aren't exactly his thing.

I went down the five steps I had ascended slowly, approaching him carefully. I touched my hand to his forehead, feeling his temperature.

"No wonder!" I said, "You're burning up! This explains a lot."

He patted my hands away, glowering at me. "Very funny, Alex."

"What? You've ignored me for the past three years. And now you talk to me? It's very weird," I said, putting my hands on my hips.

"You're staying here for the entire summer, Alex. I just thought... Well, I don't want us to act like we don't live in the same house," He admitted.

"Well... Um... In that case... My day was... Cool," I answered, although I had the biggest "WTF" face in the entire world on.

"Well... Uh... That's... Great," He said.

"Yeah..." I agreed. "Um... Are we done now...?"

"Um... Sure," He said, and I nodded, heading to the staircase and walking up it as fast as I possibly could.

I reached my room and shut the door behind me, trying to figure out what the hell had just occurred. Sam wanted to talk to me? To me? Was he on drugs?

Sigh. Awkward conversations are awkward. And tiring, too.