IT'S NOW OR NEVER 4/4

IT'S NOW OR NEVER - Chapter 1

Hi, I am back with a new short story. I hope you're gonna like it!
Sorry in advance for any mistake.

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Alex was pacing back and forth in the garden of his house, smoking one cigarette after the other. From time to time he stopped and looked up at the sky, feeling happy and nervous at the same time, smiles and frowns alternating on his face. Up there, on a plane, there was Miles coming back home and he couldn't wait to get his message saying that his airplane had landed.

Miles had moved to London for six long months, apparently only to put the final touches at his new album but they both knew that it wasn't the only reason of his leaving. Despite they had been apart for so many months, talking to each other only through a few and very short messages, Miles hadn't told his friend to go pick him up at the airport and Alex had debated all day long if he had to do it anyway.

The flight would land at an unholy hour of the night so Alex would not find traffic on the highway on his way to the LA airport nor too many people awake enough to recognize him at the arrivals. Unfortunately, Miles had refused categorically his offer and Alex had soon realized that the reason why his friend had chosen that flight was not the one he thought it was at the beginning. Miles hadn't bought that ticket so he could pick him up unnoticed at the airport and enjoy each other's company without wasting a minute; Miles just hoped that he would not be available waking up in the middle of the night and drive his car to pick him up. Miles had chosen that flight because he didn't want to see him.

Alex sighed heavily before he took the last drag on the cigarette and ground it out in the ashtray. He wasn't mad at Miles; honestly, he couldn't be. If Miles had decided to take a pause from him, he had any right to do that and if he was not ready yet to see him, he had to respect his decision.

Despite his attempts to accept the situation, Alex was impatient and he couldn't help but light another cigarette while checking the phone for the umpteenth time. He was waiting for Miles' message informing him that the plane had landed because, at least, he didn't have to insist with Miles to let him know when he was in LA. He silently hoped that they could chat a little while Miles was in the taxi on his way back home and maybe...-fuck Alex, let him breathe!-

Miles picked up his luggage and walked to the exit where a car was already waiting for him. He sat in the rear seats and took his phone to write to his mom and then, he searched also for Alex's contact to inform him as promised.

MI: landed.
AL: nice flight?
MI: horrible. I am dead tired.
Al: can I come and see u tomorrow? I need to speak with u.
MI: ok. I call you when I'll wake up.
AL: I'm gonna wait for your call. Maybe we can have breakfast together.
MI:
AL: I missed you.
MI:

Alex waited for a reply appearing on display but it seemed that Miles had already put the phone away or, more likely, was busy checking something else, something that for sure was putting him in a better mood like wrestling stuff or some other interesting Instagram accounts. He was sure that his friend was still holding the damn phone in his hands and he blamed himself for not having any IG account so he would be able to see what the heck he was liking instead of exchanging a few more words with him.

Alex stared at the phone for another couple of minutes waiting for a sign from Miles but it was pretty obvious that Miles wasn't eager to talk; he wasn't just tired, probably he was already pissed off at the idea of seeing him so soon. Alex had hoped that going back to the UK and spending some time with his friends, would help Miles coming back to LA happy and in a good disposition but apparently things were rather the opposite and maybe Miles had come back only to organize his move back to the UK.