The Dark Side of His Room ~ #Jalex (boxboy)

1. Boy From Just Outside Of London

*** ALEX'S POV ***

I loved baking. It was one of my favourite things to do, besides listening to music, singing and playing guitar. I was combining ingredients and my mum was making the buttercream to top the cake off. She made the best buttercream. I loved observing how ingredients of completely different consistencies could combine together into one smooth paste, and how the cocoa powder could completely alter the colour of the mixture before me with such little effort. We'd only been here a day and had barely unpacked, but my mum insisted that we bake a cake to greet our neighbours.

We moved into a lovely street, lined with houses a lot nicer than the ones in England. We were baking the cake for the neighbours in the house to our left, as the house on the right wasn't occupied by anyone. It's not that I wanted to meet them, quite the opposite actually. My stomach filled with anxiety whenever I thought about meeting knew people. I just loved baking.

As I've said, we've not been here long, but long enough for me to know it was better than the UK. Over there it was dull and grey, here it was sunny and bright. America was beautiful. I'd spent the last few couple of weeks before we moved studying America, and I was definitely excited to move, there wasn't much to stay for over there. I did like Essex, but Baltimore definitely was a lot more appealing.

I was so lost in thoughts and baking I never realised that we had almost finished. I was kind of disappointed. Baking was always done way too quickly. My mum made me go and change my flour covered shirt while she iced the cake to utter perfection.

I pulled on my Blink-182 shirt and obsessively fixed my hair. I was so scared, my whole body was already starting to shake. I didn't know who lived behind that door, but I sure didn't want to make a bad impression. My mum was wearing a loose red dress with a black ribbon tied tightly around her small waist and into a big bow at the back, with a glossy, blood red lipstick to match her dress. My mum always looked presentable.

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She knocked on the door and my heart was pounding, throat dry, palms sweaty. I looked up, taking in a deep breath and praying for this to be over as soon as possible. The door opened and a woman with a huge grin opened the door. She looked a little older than my mum, and she had a blonde bob cut, and the ends looked so blunt, I was starting to question if it was a wig. My mum started introducing us but I couldn't focus, my head wouldn't stop spinning and I felt like throwing up. Despite looking and feeling like a mess, I plastered the most realistic smile I could on my face, while digging my nails into the palms of my hands, trying to shut my mind off.

I had no clue what was going on at this point, all I could hear was my self-depreciating thoughts screaming at me; it felt like an awful dream, a nightmare. A tall boy with messy hair came into the doorway and said something, smiling at me and reaching his hand out to me. I took it and shook it, quickly regretting it remembering my palms were drowning in sweat. He was really cute, so of course my thoughts got louder, palms got sweatier and chest got tighter. I wanted this to end so bad.

I couldn't do this. I couldn't. I smiled once more and took off back to my house, almost tripping over my own feet. I don't want to know what they're thinking. I want to disappear right now.

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Idk if the length of this chapter is good? Is it too long/too short? so idk where I'm acc going wit this, I'm writing what oops into my head. It might get triggering in future chapters knowing me and the stories I like, so trigger warning in advance. Let me know what you think =)

- Cam xo