Your Love Is Standing Next To Me

Chapter 8 - Not drunk enough

I walked to my block, climbed the 5 floors, as I've always had an elevator phobia and finally entered the apartment. I expected Alex being inside, maybe with hand between his tights (hahaha, if you know what I mean), but no. I checked his apartment too. No one inside.

I took a shower and analyzed myself in the mirror for hours. Every inch of me had to be perfect. When I decided I was ready, I put the same clothes on and checked his flat again. Nothing.

7:00

He said he would be here at 4. I threw myself on the red sofa and turned on the tv. Bullshit. There's never anything good on the tv, nothing "watchable". But I continued to watch it passively, waiting. Millions of thoughts were flying through my mind. I picked up the phone and called him. His warm and calm voice asked me to leave him a message.

"Hey, you know who I am. If it's important, leave me a message. Maybe I'll bother to listen to it later. BEEEEEEP"

"Alex, it's me. You said you would be here... (I checked the clock once again)... Four hours ago. Is there anything wrong? Please call me. Kisses."

I sounded pretty worried. Perhaps I was. Maybe something bad had happened to him, you never know. I picked up my guitar and played the first things that came to my mind, a couple scales, chords, a little solo and a chord progression which sounded pretty good. Oh, it was the one I had played that morning, the one that Alex liked. I messed around with the guitar for about two hours, trying to write a song.

10:21

"Alex, it's me. I'm pretty worried. Please call me."

I left him another message.

Why would he bother to reply? He said it himself. I called again, just to hear his voice, but hung up before the beep. I put my iPod on shuffle and started to walk around the kitchen while listening to "Cornerstone".

"I saw you sister in the Cornerstone"

Maybe he was right. Maybe he had met someone else. Maybe he was in the club, partying like an animal with some chicks "as crazy and wild as him" and I would soon become just his little soul sister. Just a memory. How could I be so stupid? A boy like him with a geek like me?!

I went to the corner shop and bought some "cancer sticks", how my mother had always called them. I took a beer out of the fridge and went on the balcony. Third call to Laura, still no answer. Of course, Miles was already in her bed, she couldn't answer.

The zeros lined up on the 24 hour clock. Still no sign from Alex. A tear shed my cheek. Maybe he went to LA with the others, or maybe he was in some playboy bunny's bed somewhere. I was so stupid... I started to cry.

1:30

Maybe I should go to bed.

2:30

I can't sleep.

3:27

A knock on the door. Fuck you!

3:31

It still hadn't stopped.

I got off the bed and rubbed my feet on the soft carpet. I hit the door with my head.

"The hell you want?" I asked angrily.

"Marie, I can explain you everything!"

No, you can't.

"Pease just let me inside" he was begging through the door.

No.

"Please, I'm begging you, darlin'!"

No way. I sounded so cold.

"You might be angry, I know you're angry, you have all the reasons to be like this, I understand, but please listen to me. Let me talk to you, Marie!"

I gave up and opened the door. He wanted to hug me but I avoided him brutally.

"Don't touch me!" I screamed.

I was staring expectantly and continuously into his beautiful drunk brown eyes.

"How much have you drunk?" he asked me.

How could he ask me this? Two beers and some whiskey. It wasn't that bad.

"Not enough" I replied. And anyway, he was in the same situation. "Explain!" I shouted.

"May I... Sit down?"

"But just don't sit down 'cause I've moved your chair" I thought for myself.

I guided him to the sofa.

"I'm listening!"

"You know... I have a... A misunderstanding with my ex... She's got... Something that belongs to me and... She doesn't want to give me it back, I don't know why. She's a bitch and I hate her, but, but I guess she's trying to convince me to come back to her... And... There's been nothing more, I swear!"

He was almost crying. And so was I.

"Marie, please believe me. I swear, you are the only girl from my life and... she is past now, trust me! But she is blackmailing me with this thing... She told me to go there because she was going to give it to me, but she didn't show up, so I waited for her. And I might have drunk a little but she didn't show up. And I need that thing!"

He seemed very upset and there was pain in his voice. Maybe he was right.

"Please forgive me for not coming when I promised. But she called me and..."

I didn't let him finish his sentence.

"What's THAT thing?"

I wanted to seem dull. He closed his eyes. He wasn't going to answer me, was he?

"Alex? What is IT?"

He nodded and rested his head on the backrest of the sofa. There was silence. Too much silence. I got up on my feet again and watched him with disgust.

"Get out!" I shouted at him.

"But Marie..."

"GET. OUT!"

He looked into my eyes with that lovely puppy look and with a tear on his cheek.

"Marie... I can't tell you, I'm sorry. But if I do... You'll call me crazy..."

"Better call you crazy than asshole"

He took a deep breath.

"My sunglasses. Ok? My favourite pair of sunglasses"

I sighted. Glasses? Really?

"Really, Al, really? Sunglasses?"

"I knew you were going to act like this! But you know what, I'm gonna forget them. But please forgive me... It was just some stupid..."

I didn't let his finish his explanation. I kissed him. Wild and lusting for every piece of him.

"I gotta go. I'm tired" I said leaving his strong arms. "Good night"

"Good night, Marie"

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Heyyyy!!! Sorry for making you wait but I had a busy week.

Anyway, what do you think about this chapter???

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