f a m i l i a r i t y. - [fierrochase]

three ☀️

MAGNUS ;

     Magnus groaned, tearing away another page of his stationary. His mind was racing as he thought of words to describe just how infuriated he is with that Alex Fierro. He was actually annoyed with the fact that the girl actually threw him a mug of coffee and looked pretty amused with it. But either way, he was rather annoyed for himself that he just turned and left like that when he clearly wanted to talk to her more.

He was sat by his desk and was writing another poem. Pretty much, poetry and books were his way to loosen up some anger or anything that bothers him. Other than that, he might as well go and eat the falafel in his kitchen. He decided not to, since he needed to preserve such delicacy.

It wasn't long when the doorbell rang. He hurriedly skidded off, fidgeting with the loose ends of his baddy sweater, wearing his fluffy slippers as he walked. He had his hair tied in a little bun just so it won't bother him while he's writing. He opened the door and saw that familiar green hair, and heterochromatic eyes. A smile was tugging at the edge of her lips as she carried a paper bag and two take-out coffee cups in a handle. Her voice greet his sense of hearing as a mischievous "hey!" escaped her mouth.

Magnus was at an utter lost for words, specially when he looked like he was straight out of bed. But he quickly regained his composure as he cleared his throat. "What are you doing here?"

"Can't I visit my neighbor?" She asked as she shrugged. "Well, are you going to let me in?" Magnus stepped aside from the door and let Alex take off her shoes, putting it to one side, leaving her in a denim jacket. She wore dark green skinny jeans and a white blouse, her socks were stripped green and pink. Pink and green were her trademark colors, which she was pretty known of.

Magnus failed to meet her eyes, but he was silently looking at those beads. One was faint amber, as one was brown. He admired the two different colors in Alex's eyes, letting her sit down on the sofa by the low coffee table. The blond just sat across her, studying her expression as she smiled contently at what she just did.

"So," Magnus cleared his throat, again. "What brings you by?" He sounded so awkward that Alex had to grin at his nature. The green-haired lass just sustained her laughter inside her, not wanting to ruin their time.

"Sorry for throwing my mug at your windowsill." She looked down on her socks, suddenly the patterns were much of interest. Magnus just rolled his eyes—in an amused way.

"Gee, I mean it's okay. I mean, it's just a projectile of utter speed that would've probably ended up barraging my face with coffee and ceramic. So please, no need to apologize."

Alex shot up a glare. "This is why I brought some coffee and sweets!" She gestured in the paper bag and the two disposable containers filled with caramel coffee. Magnus just smiled, admiring how the Alex's nose crinkled up and her eyes grew smaller as she glared at him. He had to admit, he was kind of baffled at first, but when Alex was here and looking at him cutely in her own annoyingly admirable way, all he could do was grin. Just earlier, he was admiring her natural beauty, now he was pretty much basking in the glory of her being here. Oh, and by the way, Magnus doesn't actually like her that much. But he was willing to have a change of thought.

"I already had coffee earlier." Magnus smiled at her triumphantly. Alex only rolled her eyes, she opened the paper bag and pulled out a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie. She handed one to Magnus and bit one for herself.

"You can have these. Since you disturbed me from my coffee time, I'll drink one." She said and uncapped one of the coffee cups. Magnus had—again—traced her features using his eyesight. He was pretty much intoxicated with Alex right now, but of course, having how thick the bloke is, he never admitted it to himself.

He took a bite of his cookie. It was not before long when Alex Fierro decided to stand up, and walk away. Magnus thought she was about to leave when she actually sat on his desk just by the door, reading the pages of which he had scribbled on some poetry. Alex hummed as she read one out loud. "He was locked and stiff," Magnus admired as how her voice actually suited the words. "And coated with grief."

     "What are you doing?" Magnus asked with a laugh. Alex looked at him and winked, flailing her arms as if she was a damsel in distress. She leaned over the chair and audibly gasped.

      "But he found her," Alex acted out with a made-up lovestruck expression on her face. Magnus was already laughing at this, and Alex secretly loved the way the boy laughed. "And made things a lot better."

       Alex looked up to a laughing Magnus, the lovestruck expression she had on her face was swapped with adoration, but Magnus was oblivious to the fact. The blond just laughed there while scanning Alex's smile. She read one of the short poems he had written while dealing with his anxiety, when he had nobody. He had imagined a man, without anybody to console him, and he imagined that man meeting a girl and that girl lightened up his world. The poem was simple:

He was locked and stiff,
And coated with grief.
But he found her,
And made things a lot better.

     And somehow, that poem related to him right now. Because he had Alex there, and the green-haired girl with dashing heterochromatic eyes made thing a lot better.

     Magnus smiled, which was something he never genuinely did in a long time. Well, that was before Alex came over after throwing a mug at him. Yeah, that's the weirdest part.