I knock three times on the wooden, painted door. I knock so eagerly my knuckles turn crimson. Eager or not I have to knock hard, knowing him he either has his ear phones in his ears listening to music or he's playing it. I cross my arms and let my eyes wonder as I impatiently wait for him to answer. I am startled by the click of the door unlocking, I watch the door handle turn as re-assurance I heard correctly.
He opens the door. I open my mouth to speak but before I can speak a word, let alone take a breath, he closes the door in a swift motion. Games. He's the kind of person who plays them and especially with me. But I don't mind.
I wait cross armed again, since I know for a fact that any second now he'll open the door again. It's like deja-vu when I prove myself correct, hearing the door unclick and open all over again. I make sure my facial expression looks unimpressed as I see him standing in the door frame. His emerald green eyes gleam, I can't help but notice the way the sun complements them. Out shining his eyes is that trademark cheeky grin on his face from ear to ear. I can't even pretend to be mad at him.
"Alexandria!" his voice calls, emphasising the last 'a' of my name.
I keep my face stern for as long as I can before finally smiling a friendly smile.
"Shaun!" I chant In response.
Shaun Diviney has been my best friend since practically birth. I commonly think of Shaun as my big brother, he's quite protective of me but it's mutual because I'm the same with him.
He forces me into a Shaun Diviney bear hug and in revenge for his previous game I attack his metro styled hair with my hands. He doesn't complain because he knows he deserves it. I take a step inside what I call my 'second home' and don't even wait for Shaun to guide me through. I walk straight past him, through the corridor and when I make it there I just drop all my bodyweight onto the couch and wait for him to join me.
He doesn't join me though, he typically heads straight to the cupboard.
"Fatty" I jokingly accuse. He turns around on the spot with his bag of m&ms, basically proving my statement. He raises his thick, black eyebrows so high they're hidden under his long fringe and throws and m&m in my direction. He sniggers as it manages to hit me directly in the forehead, I shake my head at him dissaprovingly.
He runs over to where I'm sitting quite briskly, sits on his knees and puts his face close to mine.
"Love you Aaaaaaaaalex" he taunts with that grin on his face that I both love and hate. There was a time where Shaun and I liked eachother, I'm pretty sure some of the feelings are still there but we both agreed that we have too much respect for eachother to be anymore then best friends.
We both jump as the door bell rings.
"Don't get so scared Alex, it's only Andy and Bradie" he sniggers.
Andy Clemmensen and Bradie Webb are my two other best friends, I haven't known them as long as I've known Shaun but it has been quite a few years. I've always had a developing crush on Andy, but no one knows except Bradie. I have a different kind of relationship with Bradie then the two others, I tell Shaun and Andy lots of things but when it comes to things I couldn't possibly tell those two I always confide in Bradie. As he also confides in me.
I hear small talk coming from the kitchen, rather then continuing my streak of lazyness I decide to get up and join them. Bradie greets me with a friendly hug, as per usual. Andy of course has to tickle me first. I unintentially squeal and laugh until he finally stops, I hate being tickled, and he knows it. I stand quietly as all three of them laugh at my expense, but being the reasonable person I am I don't get mad or even, I just shrug it off like I usually do.
"Don't be mad" Andy pleads and pokes me softly in the stomach. His ocean blue eyes look in to mine carelessly. Against my own will I feel the corners on my mouth slowly force themselves into a smile. If there's one thing more adorable then Shauns grin, it's Andys.
"I'm going to the bathroom" I inform them all.
As soon as I reach the bathroom I immediately check my appearance in the mirror. I sigh to myself and remove my emergency hair elastic from my wrist and tie my long blonde hair off of my face. After attempting several times to improve my appearance I give up. 'It'll have to do' I say to myself, I walk out to join the boys again.
When I return to them they're all sprawled out, leaving not even one inch of room for me on the couch. They're all engulfed in Pokemon Stadium 2 on Nintendo 64 which they happen to know is my favourite game. Andy pauses the game, he pats his lap as a signal for me to sit. Me sitting on Andys lap is not an unusual thing. Andy may be a tease and at times an annoyance, but he's still the sweetest guy I know.
I make sure I don't put too much strain on his legs as I sit, he moves the remote from his hands to mine and we play for approxemately half an hour more before we get bored of it. By this time Andys arms are wrapped around me tightly, which I can't deny that I like. I don't think it means to him what it means to me, but I've always been happy in the position we're in and as long as we're friends, I'm content.
I disconnect his arms from my body and stand.
"Where are you going?" Bradie questions.
"Home" I answer with a smile.
I pick up my house keys and phone off of the side table where I left them and say my goodbyes. I know I should be making the most of seeing them, but I'll see them tommorrow night, and probably the night after that. Shaun, Bradie and Andy are in a band called Short Stack, you could say I'm there number one fan in the sense that I've had no choice but to be there from the very beginning. But I love being a major part of the band, it's just one more thing to bring us four closer. In a weeks time Short Stack are due to tour Australia with Metro Station and The Veronicas for a month and a bit. As babyish as it may sound it's hard to think of being away from them for so long, I haven't gone more then a week with out seeing them in the last three years.
"I thought you were going to stay the night?" Shaun reminds me.
I try to think up an excuse as fast as possible. It's not that I don't want to be here, but now that my mind has been corrupted with the thoughts and reminders that they're leaving soon I can't see myself being in a good mood tonight.
"I'm not feeling too good" I lie. "I'll see you tomorrow".
I force a smile and as I look in Andys direction I see him mouth the word 'liar'. I roll my eyes at him and leave before I'm interogated further.
