Point of View : Thomas
Date written : Sunday, November 27, 2016
Word count : 591 Words
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*Smut may be involved. Just a warning. Anything in italics is smut.*
As I walked off of the courthouse's property, I couldn't help but think. About Alexander. He seemed more quiet today. Why is that? Why had he been gone for so long? How come Washington just let him come back to work whenever? I can't be a minute late or else I get the 'You're such a failure to me and your family' lecture.
I reached my car, and threw the door open. My coffee spilled onto my hand. "Shit." I grabbed a napkin out of my glovebox and wiped it up. There was a trash can nearby so I threw it in the general direction of the can. I missed, but didn't bother to pick it up, as it was Mother Nature's problem now.
I set my coffee on the roof of my car, while I grabbed my phone, desperate for a signal. Nothing appeared, so I just gave up.
I sighed and sat inside of the car with the door open. It was a humid day and my hair was not feeling it.
I was startled as raindrops began to fall in through the window.
"Shit. Shit. Shit." I slammed the door, and laid my head back in distress. "Why did I have to lose that bet." I closed my eyes, hoping that if I fell asleep, time would go by faster, helping the rain to pass.
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I was awoken by the passenger door slamming, and someone violently screaming. They were holding their head in their hands, as if in pain, while rocking back and forth.
"What the...." I started. The person removed their hands and laid their head back. It was Alex.
"Alex!" His eyes rolled back into his head, and he passed out, leaving me in panic. "Uh!! I don't know what to do! Shit!"
I started freaking out and throwing things. I shook Alex like hell but he was unresponsive. The police would think I killed him. I've been tried with murder too many times. All of which, I have been innocent for.
Tears ran down my face. He's not responding. Is he dead? Oh lord, please don't let him be dead!
I shook him again, and this time, he blinked. I threw my arms around him and screamed.
"You're okay!" I exclaimed. "I thought you were dead."
He started screaming again so I made him lay down. He calmed down so he wasn't screaming, but he was still crying and pleading no. Whats going on with him....
"Alex." He didn't respond. I tried over and over again, but then I had enough. "ALEXANDER!"
He jumped up and screamed. "Sorry Thomas." He apologized.
"No. Don't apologize. We all have those days." I told him. He couldn't have possibly freaked out because of the storm.
"Actually, I was." I said that out loud. Dammit.
"You were scared of the storm?!" He looked down and let another tear roll down his face. "Don't cry. Please."
"When I lived in St. Croix, a hurricane destroyed my town, sweeping my family away with them. I lost everything during that storm. Everything I owned." He sobbed.
"Alexander. I need you to calm down."
"I-I can't." He shook violently. I straddled him. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to calm you down." I pressed my lips to his and kissed him. Passionately.
He kissed back, but the kiss was shortlived. We were caught meddling by an officer.
