You Make Me Feel So Alive [A Max Green Romance]

You Have the Chemicals That Make Me Fall in Love

"ALIEN, I SWEAR, IF YOU DON'T GET DOWN HERE WITHIN THIRTY SECONDS, I WILL PERSONALLY SEE YOU DOWN TO THE KITCHEN."

Groaning, I roll out of bed and into a sitting position. From there, I stand up, rubbing my eyes.

Hi, I'm Aylia. Aylia, Alien, A, Meow Meow, (don't even ask about the last one, it's a long story..) many names. Welcome to my life. Back to the story, now.

Well-familiarized with the consequences of not listening to my brother before he's had his coffee, I head down to the kitchen. Of course, still feeling like the walking dead (and probably looking like one too).

Finally downstairs and in the kitchen, I take my usual seat at the island on a bar stool. "Robbieeee, make me waffles." I grumble, putting my head down on the counter top. "Already done! And the coffee should be done any minute, too." he says. He shoves a plate full of deliciousness in front of my face, causing me to come out of my coma-like state. I grab my fork and dig into my favorite breakfast meal. Yes, they're store-bought, but I don't particularly care. They're the best ones anyways. Cinnamon Eggos. They're the shit.

Robert also slides a coffee in my direction. Smirking, I decide I'll act upon the idea that pops into my head. I take the piece of waffle that's on my fork, and dip it in my coffee, putting it in my mouth after. My eyes widen at the amazing taste.

My brother chuckles. "You're so freakin weird, Alien." I roll my eyes. "WHAT? It's delicious! You should totally try it, it completely compliments the cinnamon!" I say, now ecstatic about my new discovery. My two favorite breakfast things. Now one. Awesome!

I quickly finish my breakfast, making sure to try my new recipe a few times more along the way. I head up to my room and start with my wardrobe. My style is inspired by the bands I listen to. Avenged Sevenfold, Green Day, The Misfits, Kiss, Motley Crue, Alesana, Blood On The Dance Floor, Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, you name it.

I guess I'm what you might call the cliché scene chick, but it's how i choose to look. I personally fucking adore the style, and am very glad my brother anything but cares about my appearance.

Anywho, I grab a pair of bright red ripped skinny jeans, my Batman belt, my all-black Chucks, a Panic! at the Disco shirt (that i've cut zebra-like lines in), and my favorite Batman stretchers. Well, I never take them out, but I like to acknowledge that they're there every morning. Yeah, I kind of have a thing for Batman.

I do my usual thick eyeliner (when I say thick, I mean thick. I have no use for eyeshadow), mascara and bright red lips. I style my red hair (like, Gerard Way red), into its usual scene-like style, and put my bangs in place with a black bow after straightening it. I grab my leather jacket, and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth, too. I look in the body mirror there, and leave, once satisfied.

I now head downstairs, and catch the usual sight of my best friend on my couch, conversing with my brother. "Rick-aaaaay!" I yell dramatically, and stretch my arms out to add to the act. "Meow Meooooow!" he yells, in the same tone of voice, meeting my outstretched arms with his embrace. Well, sort-of usual sight, I should mention. He just got back from his vacation to Brazil, and I notice he's a bit tan. Oh, he's gonna be pissed about that.

You see, I've known Ricky forever. Like, since I can remember. He lives beside me, and has since we were both five. I know him better than I know myself, and he's the same way.

"Dude, you're looking less-than-vampiric since Brazil." I say, looking him over. His eyes widen. "NO! That's it, I'm not going out in sunlight for a week!" he yells, freaking out. I giggle and roll my eyes. "Oh, you're still plenty pale, Rick. Chill. Now come on, we're gonna be late!"