I give Alex a slight smile, "I think its for the best." I said. Oh how badly I wanted to kiss him. I knew I did the right thing, it just feels so awful. He is still so torn up about Taylor, I don't want to be a rebound to him. Plus I need to be able to be credible, if I date him then my work would be so biased.
"You're right, I'm sorry again." Alex said, his piercing brown eyes looking into mine. God dammit.
"We're still on for tonight though, right? I really want you to come with me. I know it will be fun." I said convincing Alex. I really hope it won't be awkward between us now.
"Yes of course. But I do have to get going now. I'll see you at 8?" Alex said.
"Uh-huh, 8." I replied.
Alex looked at me for a second, smiled, then turned around and started walking down the busy sidewalk. I watched him for a while, until he was out of my sight. He didn't turn around to look at me once. He was probably very embarrassed of the kissing incident. Little did he know that I really did want to kiss him. Well time to make my way back home. I need to get my life together, but thats not likely.
There were so many people out today. So many faces walking past. Ever wonder how many terrible you walk past in a day. I tend to think of dark thoughts like that. Like how many people have you encountered that have murdered someone. Or someone who abuses animals, or children. I'm kind of a dark person if you haven't been able to tell.
Only one block left until I reach my humble abode. My phone buzzes, it's Alex. 'I'm sorry I had to leave so abruptly, I really am excited for tonight.' He's so sweet. I write back 'Just make sure you put on your dancing shoes'. Ha puns are great.
I reach my apartment and see my cat sitting in the window. How adorable can one little creature be? I pull out my key and unlock my door. What a sigh of relief. Now what do I wear tonight. I want to look like I'm trying, but not trying too hard. I wish I had friends.
I walk over to my record player, "Well Veronica," I sighed, "what would you like to listen to?" She lifted her head and looked at me with her tired eyes. "You're right, The Smiths it is." I put on The Sounds of The Smiths album.
Oh man what to wear.
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Off The Record
RomanceMarilyn Avery is a New York journalist who bumps into none other than Alex Turner. The two remember speaking to one another at a music festival months earlier. Alex and Marilyn grow closer, maybe even fall in love.
