The Art Of You And I

Chapter eighteen 2.0: the next morning

I woke up to an annoying pain in my back and the rays of sunshine stabbing into my eyes. I opened my eyes, and everything was upside down. I was disoriented and my back was hurting, and I didn't really grasp a sense of what's going on. Like, why is everything upside down?

After a few minutes of eye squinting and not moving, I realized I was laying upside down on the couch. I tried to move and get up, groaning in the process, but I somehow moved too fast because I fell on the ground with a thump. I groaned when an intense pain shot through my arm. I yelped.

Something stirred on the other side of the couch, and I looked over to see who it was. It was Alexander. But that asshole had a blanket over him, while I probably slept without one. Who does he think he is?

After a few minutes of cursing, I finally managed to stand on my own two feet. I stretched, causing my back to protest painfully. I winced. God, I need to start exercising.

I yawned and I looked over at Alexander, about to scream at him to wake up. But I paused. I leaned closer and hovered above him. When asleep, he didn't seem like the overly excited school girl I knew. His face was relaxed and smooth. But he looked troubled. The eye bags under his eyes looked terribly purple and prominent. But how on earth do boys still look good with eye bags or any type of injury remains unknown.

Yet he looked completely vulnerable. I snapped out of my trance and cursed under my breath. Whatever. He's just asleep. That's all. But who knew the little sucker looked as innocent as an angel when asleep.

I went upstairs and entered his bathroom, hoping to find the toothbrush I used last time when I was here. Thankfully it was. After I brushed my teeth and threw water at my face and wiped it clean, I hurried downstairs. I frowned. He was still asleep. I went over to him cautiously and shook his shoulder.

"Alexander."

He raised his eyebrow and broke out in a soft closed mouthed smile.

I sighed. "You weren't asleep, were you?"

"Nope." His striking blue eyes greeted me.

"Don't you ever sleep at all?" I asked while he sat up slowly, stretching his arms high up above him.

"Oh, I do." He said brightly. "Just not when other people do it."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "You mean at night? You don't sleep at night?"

"Exactly. Anytime now, I might drop dead in the bathroom while I take a shower naked and wet. And no one will ever know."

I sighed. "So what am I going to do for the rest of the day?"

He looked at me and smirked. "Wait, did you expect to spend the entire day with me?"

"What, no."

"Yes, you did. You said-"

"I know what I said." I snapped.

"So you admit-"

"Don't push it."

He chuckled. "I'm just saying-"

"Shh." I raised my index finger at him. "Zip it." I got up and went over to the kitchen.

I opened the fridge and looked inside. It was empty except for a few bottle of alcohol, two pizza boxes, butter, a few eggs and frozen sausages. Alexander was standing behind me and I grabbed the pack of sausages and held it out to him.

"Can you tear this open for me?" I asked.

He gave me a wicked smile and took it from me, "I will run a thousand miles if you ask me to do so, my sweet. Therefore, I shall destroy this at your word."

"Don't destroy it. Remove the packaging. That's all." I said worriedly, when he placed it on the counter and started to rip it with both his hands.

He stopped. "Oh. Ok."

I sighed, fighting off a smile and continued off with what I was doing. Cooking us a nice breakfast.