The Art Of You And I

Chapter sixteen: I love Dave and Michael, and am I growing too fond?

I had a headache the minute I woke up from a deep slumber. I groaned from the pounding inside my mind, opening my eyes to be greeted with sunshine. I sat up, aware of the familiar smell surrounding me.

I'm in Alex's bed. Why am I in Alex's room? Why didn't I leave last night from the party? I sighed and rubbed my face, burying my head in my hands. I looked down at my body to notice that I was still wearing last night's clothes. His jersey and black leggings. A figure stirred on the floor beside the bed, and with a jolt I realized that it was Alexander himself. He was sleeping on the floor, only with a pillow and a blanket.

Memory from last night came rushing to my mind and I blushed, my face heating up. My careful observation about his eyes. The kiss. And had I asked him if I could touch his hair? I groaned burying my head in my hands. How embarrassing. Why must I humiliate myself?

I sighed and got out of bed slowly, trying not to put a lot of pressure on my head. I went towards the desk to find a glass of water and some pills with a note.

In case you wake up before me. Am I your knight in shining armor yet?

I rolled my eyes with a tired smile. I put the pills in my mouth and swallowed the cup of water. I didn't feel the effects right away. Hopefully it will rid some of the pain in my head. I exited the room, closing the door gently behind me, and went downstairs to be greeted with the aftermath of an invasion. Cups littered every inch of the house, pieces of food were lying down on the floor and furniture and there somehow seems to be glitter covering the carpet.

I decided to go to the bathroom first before I figure out how to get home. Once I entered the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. I flinched. Jesus, I look messed up.

My hair was in its usual wavy bob, although it looked a little messed up which- hmm. It actually looks good. However, the right side of my jaw was horribly bruised, the corner of my lip was scarred and the scratch marks looked ugly. I guess it will take a couple of days to heal the scratch marks and my lip but I'm not so sure about the bruise. I guess I'll just have to pray to god it will heal faster.

I raised my eyebrows when I found another note taped to the faucet of the sink. It read,

The red toothbrush hasn't been used at all since we bought it. Might as well tame your poisonous mouth before suffocating anyone you talk to.

(Yes, that's right. I am a caring individual looking out for their friend. Don't judge me.)

Without meaning too, I laughed out loud. Damn him.

I grabbed the red toothbrush and toothpaste, brushing my teeth. After I was done, I got out of the bathroom and into his room to find Alexander splashed on the floor like a starfish, his blanket covering him. I threw my hands up and went over to him. I grabbed his shoulder and shook him.

"Alexander. Alexander wake up."

"I am awake." He said, his voice sounding like he wasn't at all asleep. He opened his eyes and smiled softly at me.

I cocked my head. "Did you sleep last night?"

He shook his head. "No."

I looked at him, not responding for a couple of seconds. "Like, at all?"

"Yes."

I nodded slowly and got up. "Ok." I scratched the back of my head and looked around for my shoes. "So, what happened last night? You know, after I slept?"

He sighed and sat up from the floor. He wasn't wearing a shirt. Woah, that's a nice chest. He wasn't exactly muscular like those male models you see on tv or magazines. Yeah he was muscular but he was also lean and slender, with broad shoulders.