Despair In The Apartment Lounge

10| you're just probably alright, but under these lights you look beautiful

This chapter is gonna be more like a script. Less details and more dialogue . Much more dialogue. I want Talaska and Alex to really get to know each other lol.

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Song title from:
Still take you home

March 7th, 2012
17:49 p.m.

Earlier, Alex had stopped by my room and invited me out for coffee, which was odd considering I had been with him and Miles all day, cooped up in their penthouse, slurping away on juice whilst listening to them write songs and tunes. I would have thought I would feel left out because I had no musical talent in my bone, can't even play an instrument, but they had included me however they could by asking me about which word or tune fit better. Turned out they were awful with vocabulary and had to turn to the oxford dictionary many many times before asking for my help.

Alex and I had been sat across from each other, sitting in uncomfortable silence for a while. We had walked to this cafe place and had talked all the way, I suppose we must have run out of conversation, so here we are- staring at each other in silence.

We're sat on very comfortable leather armchairs, the kinds that you find in ikea, with him slightly leaning his weight to the right and his elbow placed on the armrest, his fingers on his lips. He's dazzling. Simply dazzling with a plain grey tee and dark jeans, staring at me with those piercing eyes. Why couldn't they just piss off?

"So, how long are you staying at London for?"

He mumbles before leaning forward and grabbing the cup to his lips.

"Hm? What'd you say?"

"I asked how long you're staying at London for."

"Sorry, you just, uh, talk like there's a frog in your mouth,,, was that rude of me?"

I give him a sly smile.

"Not the first one to say."
He replies.

Laughter.

"Taking a jab at my accent now, are ye? So how long?"

"I'm going back to LA in a few days. Three I think."

"Why so soon?

"Well, unlike you Turner, I can't sit around for months and live off my paychecks, considering, well-"

"Well?"

"No, nothing."

"Ah, what is it?"

"It's nothing, really. It's not important-"

"Now you've got to tell me! I'm in too deep."

"I didn't even tell you anythi-"

"Why can't you live off your paychecks? Didn't you get a bucketload of money from that movie? Read that it was an international hit or summet."

"If I say why, I'll sound cocky and un-genuine."

"Try me."

"It's not even important, Alex."

"Try me."

I let out an exasperated sigh.

"Well- I uh, I donated like half my paychecks. Lots happened in 8 months yeah? Look at-"

"You what?"

Alex leaned forward in his chair and stared at me with wide eyes.

"Don't make me say it again, Al. It sounds like I want credit or something."