The Middle

The Friendship

                                                        Chapter 2 : The Friendship

     Turns out Alexander moved in three houses down from me. Small world huh? Alex and I have loads in common. We both LOVE music especially punk rock. He also showed me some of his art work. Alex is one of the most talented artists I've ever seen even if he does think he's complete crap. Even though he most certainly is not. We talked the entire bus ride home which is like an hour. I never talk to anyone besides Valerie, so I kept getting wierd looks from surrounding bus participants... but now that I think of it that might have just been for taking all of Alex's attention.

     We kind of became friends on the spot despite our awkward meeting. It feels nice having someone to share my love for music with. I'm glad we met the way we did or else we may have not started talking.

     The next day I go to open my door when I notice Alex standing opposite to me on the outside of it with his hand directly infront of my forehead. Noticing that I'm on the other side of the door he gently taps his knuckles on my forehead. Before I even have time to react his face heats up and he starts stammering apologies.

    My eyebrows quirk up with amusement as he continues on with his one sided conversation. After a few more minutes he starts running his hands through his hair like a maniac. "Are you done yet?", I chuckle which makes his face turn a shade of red that a tomato would be jealous of. His head drops down so that he is staring at the front porch's wooden flooring. A sweet smile spreads across my face. No one has ever cared about my feelings this much, so it's nice to know someone cares other than Val.

     Scrunching down at the knees I lower myself into his line of sight. "Hey", say in light tone. "Hi" he says as his face begins to heat up while he rubs the back of his neck. "You didn't upset me. You know that right?". "I guess I do now..." trailing off not looking in my eyes. I stand back up to my full height of 5'8. I carefully take my hand and place it underneath his chin forcing his eyes to meet mine. Even with me being frustratingly tall for a girl Alex still towers over me. He has to be at least 6'4. When his eyes finally meet mine I see unsureness  in his milk chocolate gaze. "What's the matter?" I ask with a certain softness. He stands up a little straighter then thinks better of it and slouches a bit. Running a shaky hand through his already hurricane struck hair he answers "I've never really had friends, so I don't really know how to act around one... especially since you're so much cooler than anyone I've ever met." Awww, he thinks I'm cool how sweet. "You don't have to treat me like a delicate flower all the time. Just be you and everything will be fine. Thanks for caring... no one really cares about me besides Val. Also thanks for calling me cool even though you're dead wrong." "I'm not the one that's wrong you just can't see it. I can tell you don't see a lot of the things I think are great about you.." "Whatever" I say turning away as my face turns pink.

     Readjusting my book bag on my shoulder I turn to face a smirking Alex. Shaking my head " Do want to head the bus stop now?". "Sure" he says the smirk never leaving his face. Suddenly he jolts forward takes my book bag off my shoulder switching it to his own, and throws me over his shoulder. "Ahh! What are you doing?!" I say with laughter showing through my statement. "Being me" he says, and I can practically see the bright smile of his face. "Are you gonna let me down?" "Nope" he says popping the "p". "Is there anything I can do to convince you?" I say in a pouty voice. Repeating his last answer and waits a second before adding "I like the view from up here" he ends with a chuckle.

     "Dick" I mutter under my breath. "Wha'd you say?" he asks in a challenging tone. "I said you were a dick." I say louder with confidence prevalent in my words. "Okay, then you asked for it!" he says in amusement. Suddenly I felt a hand on my butt for a brief second then vanish. "Did you just slap my ass?!" I ask not even bothering to hide my laughter. "Yes, I did." he says puffing his chest out trying to act manly then he adds "That's what you get for calling me a dick little miss sassy pants." "Maybe I'll call you a dick more often then" I say jokingly. "And my pants are indeed sassy mister handsy." giving him a poke to the back with the insult.