Kaleidoscope

2-Uninvited Stranger

Chapter-2

Alec:

And as the day begun to die, the light faded replacing everything with shadows and ghosts of memories now passed and gone. With time, questioning if they ever even happened.

I was standing by my door watching, as Nyla changed her position. She was standing on a yoga mat and clearly doing yoga. She was oblivious to my presence and the mockery in my head.

"How long have you been doing this?" I asked folding my hands in front of my chest. It was kinda mesmerizing watching her stretch herself like that. Her chocolate skin on display with that grey blouse and shorts.

She lost her balance a little at the sound of my voice. But she didn't seem that bothered. She seemed to know what she was doing. There was soothing, boring music playing in the background. "8 minutes now. I think." She said in a soft voice. Everything about her was turning me on a little right now.

"No, I mean. How do you even know this? How did I never notice this before?" I asked.

"Oh. I learned yoga when we broke up. It helped me destress." She said looking at me. Her gold eyes were hiding something but I knew some things are better left as secrets.

"Huh..." I said walking and seating myself on the couch facing her. "Carry on." I waved my hand with a smirk.

She stopped doing what she was and crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes. "I knew it. I knew you would behave this way." She sighed. "That's why I was doing it in my room."

"What? What am I doing?" I said shrugging and laughing at the same time.

"Mocking me with your eyes." She said with attitude. "Try it with me."

"Excuse me?"

"Humor me." She said twitching the corner of her lip and pulling me towards the mat.

She made me do a few positions and honestly it was horrible. I had never felt more rigid. It was funny at times and sometimes too sensual as she tried to tell me to relax in a few places. I squeezed her butt a few times making her yelp in surprise.

"You know what... You can't do yoga. You are too prejudiced. Sexist." She said throwing her hands up in the air. I protested. "Yoga is for women. Girls." She said. "True or false?"

"Obviously true." I said laughing.

"Try this. Then we are giving up." She said changing the music on the stereo. She turned around. "Stop laughing." This just made me laugh harder. "You know what, just lie down." I smiled at that suggestively. She slapped my hand controlling the smile creeping on her lips. "Good, now close your eyes." She said making my smile grow broader. I could imagine her rolling her eyes. "Okay." She said breathing out. "I want you to clear your mind. Concentrate on the music around you. Let it envelop you. Breath in... out."

She was quiet for a few seconds. I heard the sound of rain as the drops hit the glass of our windows. There was also the buzzing of the tube light. We really ought to change that.

"You are allowed to get distracted but clear your mind again as soon as you realize. Inhale...Exhale." She said startling me a little at the sound of her voice. The music in the background was seriously so dull, I was fighting to keep myself awake.

I heard a ping of a message and the tapping sounds of a keyboard. "Be right back. Stay there and don't open your eyes." Nyla said. I heard the sound of her getting up and walking into her room. I was slightly aware of the melody in my background changing as I drifted into sleep.

I felt the soft hand, Iris's hand touching my cheek. I opened my eyes to see her resting on my right arm. My hand was outstretched and I could feel the weight of her. In fact, I felt pretty tired, satisfied and just so damn weird.

What is this? I wanted to say but somehow I couldn't. She smiled, her eyes filled with love. Not just her eyes, even her touch seemed to convey some emotion.

Is she naked? One second... Why is everything black and white?

"I love you, Logan." She whispered.

"I love you." He replied. My point of view changed as I became a spectator. Iris was resting on the arm of a black/brown haired guy. He had a stubble with sterling grey eyes.

Wait.It's not black and white anymore. I looked around. Everything was too blurry to make sense of things. I was in a room. Bedroom. With a brown framed bed and painting, too blurry to make sense of, hanging above it.

He kissed Iris, making me feel a bit ashamed at peeking at someone's intimate moment. But what the hell. I was just dreaming, right?

"God. You sleep like a dead person." I heard Nyla say.

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A/n- Okay so my head is like totally lost in Eden and Lana Del Rey, right now, and I am in zero mood to cross check what I am publishing right now. So hopefully its correct. *sheepish grin*