Alex laughed backstage, looking down at the miniature crocodile head sitting on an amp. It was purely an inside joke, a knick-knack he’d brought back, it moved from place to place occasionally.
“Hey Alex, I think it’s checkin’ ya out!” Matt smirked, his heavy accent cutting his words short.
“Yeah right. . .” He muttered. “You’re just jealous!” He shot, sticking out his tongue at Matt.
“Lunatics.” Jamie said under his breath so Matt and Alex didn’t notice.
Matt and Alex continued joking around, childish adults that’s what they were, in all fairness though they just turned 18 so they couldn’t be judged to harshly yet. In the end, they knocked over multiple instruments, causing their manager to yell at them to sit and calm down. Slamming the door behind him, Alex just laughed, enjoying the moment.
Alex sat in the corner tuning his guitar, tuned out as the others talked. “Arabella in her cheetah print coat, that’s magic. . . she’s got a-” (AN/ I’m messing up the lyrics on purpose, chill out!) He shook his head, he couldn’t seem to fit the lyrics together smoothly. Ever since he’d met her, she still lingered at the back of his mind. In two whole years, he couldn’t seem to distract himself enough.
In the 730 days that passed, he’d run across her once, still too scared to say anything before she rushed off again.
He chuckled with frustration, turning when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Alex you ready to play, mate?”
“Yeah, sure, sounds good.” He dismissed his recent thoughts.
.
“Stop making the eyes at me, and I’ll stop making the eyes at you. . .” Alex found his excitement again, grinning foolishly down at his guitar as he sung a song from the new album they were working on (even though it wasn’t supposed to come out for another year and a couple months, it didn’t hurt to play songs from it).
“Kay, I think we’re good for a bit.”
Alex sat down again.
“Alex, when’s your uh, date? Wasn’t that tonight?” Nick asked, referring to the night Alex was supposed to meet his soul-mate.
“No.” Alex lied. “In a few weeks.” His tone made them dismiss the subject.
Why did he lie to them (in his opinion it made it easier, not telling them). Alex tried to clear his thoughts, it’d be easier after this, right?!
“Defiantly.” He whispered to reassure himself.
He was purely scared that he wouldn’t meet her in time, let her slip away. Or make a huge mistake, what if he wasn’t supposed to be here, what if SHE was somewhere else, someplace different.
Packing up, he headed onstage as the others followed behind him. Shaking silently, he acted like everything was alright.
25:20
Twenty-five minutes, twenty seconds. That’s all he had left, to find his soul-mate, it wasn't like he was dying or anything. But in his thoughts, 'this was worse than dying, itself'.
That was short but I needed to update and I think I’m just gonna do shorter chapters anyway for this one cause it’s a bit of a side project.
E.L.R – I bet you look good on the dance floor, fluorescent adolescent.
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