The Hooded Figure

TWENTY FIVE

Play the song^^* - there's no scene here but it just makes everything more dramatic

Sure, his hair was styled the same way as Alexander's and his lips were just as full. His features were just as defined, his nose was just as straight, his eyes were even the same shade as caribbean blue.

However, he had lowlights in his hair. There were little streaks of brown that shaded his golden blonde hair and as I was staring up at it, I noticed that he was slightly taller than Alexander too.

"I told you I wasn't Alexander," he said with a chuckle, showcasing the dimples that Alexander didn't have. I figured he'd be angrier. Angry that I didn't believe him, angry that I was still chasing conspiracies.

"Yeah, but that's exactly what Alexander would've said," I stated sheepishly, still taking in his features. I should've been focusing on other things, but all I could think about was how hot he was. Well, that and the fact that my fingers were longing to brush through his hair. It looked so soft even though it'd been trapped under that hood all day.

"How would you know what Alexander would've said?" He questioned, creasing his brows. I started to wonder why he looked so much like Alexander. According to wikipedia, Alexander was an only child.

"I've talked to him a few times," I brushed off casually. He seemed to frown at that before realizing how close in proximity we were. We hadn't moved from the inches apart that we were so he took an awkward step back and coughed. Just like that, it was as of my connection to him had been severed, or at the very least, strained. It was odd, I hadn't felt this way about him before.

Instead of asking him about his relations to Alexander, I asked him something that had been pressing me. "Is your name actually Trey?"

"No," he answered with a slight smirk on his face. The sun had set a little more and my shadow seemed to be blocking the sun from his eyes, but the sun still shone brightly on his pale skin.

An idea popped into my head and I smiled a little. As I stuck out my hand towards him, I said, "Hi, my name is Amy Carters." He stared at my hand for a moment before chuckling slightly.

His hand reached out towards mine and grabbed it in his surprisingly firm grip. "It's nice to meet you Amy, I'm Jamie Marauder," he responded, shaking my hand before letting go. I stood still for a moment as I thought it over.

"You're his brother?" I inquired, titling my head slightly. I decided to sit down and he soon followed.

"Yup."

"When I looked him up the internet said he was an only child though," I explained, confused. He sighed and laid down on his back, staring up at the now pink and orange sky. I followed his lead and laid down. I shuffled to the side so that I could extend my legs.

"Yeah, well, if you've ever seen my dad on TV, there isn't much else to say," he said curtly, sounding a little upset.

"I mean, maybe he just wanted to let you live a normal life as a teenager," I suggested, shrugging although he couldn't see me.

"Yeah, okay." He scoffed, but when I looked over at him, he actually seemed to be contemplating it.

"So, why'd your brother run away? And why'd you come to Charlesteen?" My mind was reeling with questions but I was trying to only let a few out at a time.

"You know, the typical 'fame is overrated and I want a normal life' thing. So, when Alexander came to me, he told me I needed to move with him. Apparently, he doesn't know how to take care of himself. Sorry, I'm a little angry in case you couldn't tell." This time, his head turned and he looked at me apologetically.

"No, I get it - at least, I think I do. So you just dropped everything for your brother?" I questioned, genuinely intrigued by his story.

"Yeah, I guess. He needed me and well, he's pretty much the only family I have." He sounded sad now. I wanted to ask him why he had shown me who he was and why he was sharing all of this but I was afraid that he'd close up as soon as I asked.

"What about your mother?" I regretted it as soon as the words passed my mouth because his fingers paused as he fidgeted on his stomach. "I'm sorry, you don't have to-"

"She died when I was four," he answered solemnly. I was surprised to find that he replied. In truth, I already knew about his mom, but I wanted him to feel like a normal kid. I know he said it was overrated, but I don't think he's ever been allowed to be a 'normal' kid. Always having to hide his identity so that people didn't find out Alexander had a brother, never being himself.

"I'm so sorry." I didn't know what to say and that was the best I could do. I hoped this wouldn't drive him away or make him stop opening up, but thankfully he seemed fine. Well, as fine as he could be. He didn't answer or say anything, he just kept staring up at the sky.

So, to lighten the mood, I asked, "did you like the cake?" He stilled for a moment before letting a smile crack and revealing a dimple.

"I did, thanks. Sorry for slamming the door in your face, by the way." He smiled sheepishly as his fingers started fidgeting again as they often did.

"It's fine, I wasn't exactly the kindest person. Especially not when I found out it was you," I replied, smiling happily.

"Jamie?" I called. He hummed a response as he continued staring up at the sky. It had gotten eerily dark. There was still some light from the sun peering over the horizon, but the sun had set pretty fast.

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

"Because you're asking," he answered as if it was obviously the answer. I rolled my eyes and looked away from him.

"Fine, then why'd you show me what you looked like?"

"Common courtesy?" He tried, letting out a small bark of laughter. I still didn't look at him, but I shook my head and started to sit up, but he grabbed my arm. "Wait."

I sighed and laid back down, closer to him than before. "This is going to sound dumb, but I don't know, you're... different." At that, I turned to look at him, but he was already watching me. Once I'd turned, I was hardly a few inches away from him.

The air between us was starting to get tense as he waited for my reply. Without my brain's consent, my mouth opened and blurted, "You're right, that did sound dumb."