A Series Of Emotions

Ch. 5: The Weekend.

——————leo's pov——————
It was a date. That still hasn't thoroughly processed in my head, but I'm not sure if it's because I'm not the brightest, or if I'm still in shock. I mean, I shouldn't be shocked, I initiated the date? But then again, I never openly said it was one. Doesn't make sense. Any of this.
Alexander shouldn't really like me enough to go on a date with me.
But then again, I'm not Alexander. And he is not me, so he doesn't see why I'm not anything special. I wonder if-

——————third person——————
"Earth to Eliana?" Savannah groaned, crossing her arms and throwing her head into them on the table. Overdramatic. Almost painfully in fact.
Penelope smiled, shoving the salad around in her bowl. "You're thinking aren't you?" The smile on her lips confirmed the discomfort on mine was enough to answer her question.

"Yeah." Leo confessed, her fork mixing the bowl of noodles she had brought home. "I guess I'm just not sure why he wants to-" She trailed off. She didn't know how to put into words what I still didn't understand. What are Alex and I even doing? She questioned in her head. None of it made sense to her. Someone filled with constant self-doubt just can't see the obvious.

"You don't know why he wants to go on a date with you?" The words fell from Savannah's lips like ice falling from the ice machine in the fridge onto the floor. She spoke as if she thought Leo were stupid. "You're oblivious to the fact that maybe he's still.." she sighed, sipping her coffee and then continuing. "He still likes you, Leo."
And Leo shook her head, rolling her eyes at the thought. "I don't know if he even likes me as a person." She paused to let the idea run through her head.
Savannah and Penelope exchanged glances, speaking with the suggestive facial expressions instead of words, something Leo knew how to do too well. It wasn't until the quiet giggles and snickering that the pair began to share that Leo shot back an upset glare. It set them off even louder in the somewhat empty bedroom that was Leo's. Their noises bouncing off her cream walls and black ceiling.

"I don't like him as one." She huffed, shoving a fork full of pesto penne into her mouth to signal the end of the topic. The laughter cut to silence from the pair and Leo shook her head to fight back a triumphant smirk.

——————alexander's household——————
4:41pm.
Helping his mom make dinner was never a problem. He loved to help her in fact. He felt like it was a chance for her just to acknowledge him and vice versa. As if the pair were the only two. He lived for these moments, because it was clear between the two that Alexander was his mothers favorite.
Stirring the noodles, Alexander's Mother, Kathleen, let out a long sigh. She could tell her boy was deep in thought, and she had seen a semblance in her eldest, Gregory, to know it could be about a lover.
"Lexie," she cooed, a small smile pulling the corners of her lips. "Are you okay?" She questioned as she began to add in the vegetables he had set aside.

Alexander's head shot up and he set down his knife, having finished chopping up carrots for their soup. "Yeah, why?" He gave a nervous smile, before questioning in his head why he was nervous. "I'm just thinking about something." He confessed as he scooped up the carrots.

Watching her son's facial expressions all but verbally confirmed her suspicions. "I thought so," she chuckled. It warmed her heart, the idea of her son being infatuated with another human being. She began to stir in the carrots he dropped into the soup. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
Alexander nodded, unsure of where to begin." Well, there's this girl." He started, and didn't stop. "Her name is Eliana. Eliana Zandigo. I don't know what her middle name is though, she won't tell me. She's got long brown hair that's like milk chocolate.  She doesn't talk that much." He let out a small sigh as he leaned against the counter. "Especially not to me. And that's my fault, because I kinda may have maybe upset her last year."

"Alexander?" his mother's voice raised in concern. Her voice the only thing that changed as she stood over the pot and continued to stir.

"It's nothing, ma." He chuckled. "But the other day, on the fourteenth she asked me out on a date. And then-"

"Alexander she asked you out on valentines? Is that where you scampered off to?" She finally moved, turning to face her son as she walked towards him and the sink. "How'd that go? Were you the gentleman I raised you to be?" She raised an eyebrow and tried to compose a straight, stern look before smiling again.

"It went great ma. I was." He shook his head as she wiped her freshly washed hands on her apron. "But then she didn't come to school for a while, she said she was sick." He started to play with the hem of his shirt. "And she came back yesterday and asked me if it was a date and i don't know. I said yes, but I'm wondering what's happening in her head, y'know?" He confessed.
His mother shot him a sympathetic smile and hugged her son. "Oh, Alexander." She cooed. "It sounds like she likes you too."