Disaster • Arctic Monkeys Fanfiction

[sixty one]

Indi's POV

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes the next morning was Alex's present.  It was sitting exactly where Jude said he had put it while Alex and I had been at the grocery store.  

So there it was, on my desk in a square of sunlight streaming in from the window, staring right at me.  

I sighed.  I had been too tired last night to even think about looking through the book.  Or maybe I was just putting  it off.  

Either way, I knew I couldn't avoid it forever.  

But first I needed to pee. 

I shoved my blankets off and stood up groggily, walking to the bathroom still half asleep.  I was so out of it, in fact, that I didn't even think twice about the bathroom door being closed.  

But I was jolted awake when I pushed the door open and came face-to-face with Alex.

A very, very naked Alex.

"OH MY GOD," I nearly screamed, turning around so quickly that I'm sure I gave myself whiplash. "WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!"

"That's usually how people shower," he said, not sounding at all effected by our encounter.  

I was about to yell at him more, but I realized that I had been the one to barge into the closed bathroom.  But still.  

"You act like you've never seen a man naked before," he said, obviously amused.

"I have," I shot at him, too quickly to be convincing.  "Lots of times.  I've probably seen more naked guys than a porn star, actually."

He laughed to himself.  "You seriously are the worst bloody liar I've ever met, you know that?"

"And it's not even like I saw you," I said.  "I mean, I saw you, but I didn't see you, if that makes sense."

God.  I was rambling and my skin was on fire.  I decided then that it would be a prime time to get the fuck out of the bathroom.

"Well, uh," I said, awkwardly clearing my throat.  "Have a great shower."

Have a great shower?  Was it possible for me to be more awkward?

I left as fast as I could, shutting the door tightly behind me.  

Shit.  I had to be more careful. 

I made my way to the kitchen, ready to grab a Poptart and go back to my room to dwell on how fucking embarrassing that was, but I stopped dead when I noticed the food on the table.

I took an apprehensive step closer, realizing after a moment that Alex had made breakfast.  I was even more shocked when I realized he'd made my favorite food- omelettes and chocolate chip pancakes. 

What a suck up.

I would have made a statement by not eating it, but I was starving and it looked good.  So I went back to my room to grab my laptop and then sat down at the table to eat and work on my article.  I purposely avoided the notebook on my dresser on my way out.

"And he cooks," Alex said, walking out of the bathroom a few minutes later, shaking out his wet hair.  "Is there anything Alex Turner can't do?"

"He can't lock a bathroom door," I said, shoving a forkful of pancake in my mouth.

"I texted Rose and asked her what you'd prefer for breakfast," he said.  "Compensation for buying the groceries."

"And to make up for the extensive bruising on my hips from throwing me over your shoulder last night."

He smirked and sat down at the other end of the table.