Saturday morning. The smell of bacon woke Alex up. He walked downstairs to the kitchen. His mum prepared breakfast for them.
"Can I help you with something?" Alex asked.
"No not really just sit down" his mum answered. Alex sat down and thought about what he could do today.
He could do homework and after that he could try to write some songs. Alex liked to sing something while he is playing but he's always not sure if his song writing and singing is any good. But he quite like to do it but just if he is alone. It would be embarrassing if someone would hear him singing and playing his own songs.
His thoughts were interrupted by his mum. She put the food on the table and the two began to eat.
"Where did you get those roses from?" She asked. His eyes widened and he blushed.
"Eh- ehm the mailman just gave them to me I dunno where they come from" Alex stuttered. He hoped she didn't found the carte.
"Oh really? What did the man say?'
"Eh n-nothing, he just gave them to me and said nothing.." Alex was not sure if she found the carte but at least he hoped she didn't.
After breakfast Alex helped his mum to clean up. After that Alex quickly took the roses and went to his room.
His mum forced him to tidy his room up otherwise she will do it and that won't be good.
His room is a total mess.
Everywhere are pieces of paper with poetry, songs and drawings. Everytime he tried to Keep is room clean, his thoughts ,that he wants to get rid off, won't let him. The last few days he was writing about the mysterious man. He can't get him out of his mind.
Alex picked a few of his notes and read them.
"My hopes of being stolen
Might just ring true
Depends who you prefer"
"And you make me wheeze
Then to my knees you do promote me"
"The day after you stole my heart
Everything I touched told me it would be better shared with you"
He put the Sheets in the bottom drawer of his desk , which is full of them, and continued tidying his room up.
Then he found a note he wrote after he became the roses yesterday.
He immediately smiled.
"Be gentle with me, new love
Treat me tenderly.
I need the gentle touch,
The soft voice I'll never be able to hear
The candlelight after nine, we hopefully will share together.
There've been so many who didn't understand.
So give me all your love
But give it gently
Please."
If someone would ever find his notes he would literally die.
He is too shy to show them to someone, because he thinks they aren't good enough. It would be pretty embarrassing to show someone his deep thoughts.
Alex finished with cleaning his room and took his laptop to go to the website. He hoped the man would have time to chat with him.
He liked the attention he gets from him. He felt loved.
GoodBoy0601: Hello Sir, how are you?
Thebadthing : Hey sweetheart I'm fine how about you?
GoodBoy0601: I'm fine too..
Thebadthing : Is everything alright love?
GoodBoy0601: Yeah I just wanted to text you I dunno why.. just to.. you know..read your words and stuff
Thebadthing : That's cute baby. How is school going?
GoodBoy0601: Good I guess.. We have a new teacher in Music and Art. I guess he's cool because we're finally doing some new stuff!
Thebadthing : I'm glad you're doing new stuff, what are you doing in art?
GoodBoy0601: We had to do "abstract art"
Thebadthing : what did you paint?
GoodBoy0601: I painted a man in blue and green-ish colours. My teacher likes it so I think I've done it well
Thebadthing : That's good Baby I'm proud of you
GoodBoy0601: Thank you Sir. How was your day?
Thebadthing: It was fine, I'm done with preparing stuff for work on monday and I was about to go to the store but you texted me, so I guess I'll go later
GoodBoy0601: I'm sorry I don't wanna waste your time
Thebadthing: Don't be silly, You're not wasting my time in any way, I like chatting with you
GoodBoy0601: I like chatting with you too, I really do, Sir
Thebadthing: That's cute babyboy
GoodBoy0601: In a week I'll have winter break. And 2 weeks after that is my Birthday then I'm turning 18 so it won't be illegal anymore. May I see you then?
Thebadthing: I don't know sweetheart. I don't think it would be a great idea
GoodBoy0601: But why not? I'm 18 then and it doesn't matter anymore?
Thebadthing: I am considering it
GoodBoy0601: Okay..
Thebadthing: on which day is your Birthday ?
GoodBoy0601: On 6th January.. why?
Thebadthing: Just asking, love
GoodBoy0601: I'm going out with some friends now, I'll text you later okay?
Thebadthing: Alright have fun Baby
