Six Feet Under The Stars(Alex Gaskarth)

Sweet Strawberry

Chapter Eleven

***Destery's POV***

Wow...Oh my God..I overstepped major boundaries!

Rian would kill me. Jack definitely would help in the disposal of our bodies.

I pulled my lips away from Alex's, the taste of artificial strawberry flavoring was still lingering on our lips. I moved so that my forehead was no longer resting on his and so that his hand, that was resting on my lower back, also moved. Alex looked at me as a smirk played on his delicious lips.

I couldn't believe that we had turned into primary school versions of ourselves, considering that we were still learning how to get lost in one another. I lifted a hand up in a way of distraction for myself and realized it was clutching the metal rim of Alex's sunglasses. He bit his lip and made the gap between us bigger, both of us avoiding the eyes of the other.

'Did I do something wrong?

Was it a bad kiss?

Does he think it was a mistake?' These thoughts ran through my head.

I hoped that my thoughts weren't correct because the adrenaline coursing through my heated blood was telling me that it was the best thing I'd ever done in my entire haphazard life. I summoned the courage to look back at the guy I had just kissed, through my eyelashes and felt a blush creep across my face when I saw him smiling in the way of someone with an irresistible secret. At that moment I didn't care what I should, or shouldn't, have done. He held out a hand, his smirk still in place.

"C'mon. We might as well be fucked together."

Regrettable choice of words. Maybe.

I threw him his glasses, which he slid on, smiling and exposing his teeth, hand still outstretched. I was about to take it when a figure immersed on its mobile phone crashed straight into me. I had just enough time to feel the breath being knocked out of me, seeing the glint of an eyebrow piercing and the shock of electric blue hair and hearing him curse as he realized what he did before the paper coffee cup that had been in his free hand disintegrated on impact with my pale, blue rinse skinnies as I hit the ground, a volt of hot unlike the comfortable warmth of Alex's mouth.

"Shit! I'm so sorry!"

I clenched my teeth as the dark brown liquid scalds and stained it's way to my skin.

"It's fine," I muttered, just as Alex interjected with,

"You fucking blind moron!"

"It's okay Alex, I'm just really accident prone."

Eyebrow piercing said nothing and I ignored Alex's hands trying to help me, preferring to haul myself onto my feet. I inspected the damage; grazed palms, my legs were okay, but my jeans wouldn't survive and blood was smeared across their ripped edges from a long gash in my knee which looked worse than it felt. I pushed my long hair out of my eyes as Alex tugged an arm around me, his expression bewildered. It was cute.

Eyebrow piercing was a twenty-something-year-old, embossed in tattoos, the kind of guy who frequently visits tattoo parlors and skate parks. He was gaping at Alex. It dawned on me just as it dawned on Alex.

"Fuck! All Time Low dude! Alex, Alex Gaskarth! HOLY FUCK!"

Alex grabbed my hand and, after a moment's hesitation, we ran like hell. I was out of breath by the time we were near the hotel and we collapsed onto a bench, amid the curious gazes and glances of bystanders. Alex's hair was in disarray and beneath the shades, his brown eyes were wide with excitement. The look faltered slightly as he caught sight of my jeans.

"Stay right here."

He told me, and then he walked off. I sat there, confused, for ten minutes. The heat was awful, the morning breeze gone. Like any city, there were a few trees, and the smell of pollution, amplified by the weather, hung densely in the air. People passed me without a second glance though.

"Okay, here we go."

I closed my eyes against the sunshine, and when I opened them again it took a second to adjust. Alex was standing over me, bathing my skin in shadow, holding out a bag before slumping beside me.

"You'll be mugged if you pretend to sleep in a city. And you're pretty, worse could happen." He grinned as I emptied the contents of the bag and stuck out my tongue at him with narrowed eyes.

Folded black denim, the price tag snapped off.

"I guessed on the size, to be honest." He said, and I turned and smiled while he watched.

"You're mad Alex, I could've just changed in the hotel."

I told him as I unfolded the new, coffee-free skinny jeans that he had just bought me.