Once upon her wildest dreams, Alexandria Mitchell dreamed about her Prince Charming, his striking blue eyes and blonde hair were enough to make her melt.
But what happens when he becomes real, and he acts nothing like she thought he would. Will Alex...
"The scariest thing about distance is you don't know wether they'll miss you or forget about you." ~ The notebook
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Alexandria:
He was packing my bags and gathering up all my stuff rushingly. I pulled at his arm desperately, "Wait, Flynn please I was going to tell you about New York I just never got around to it."
"No you weren't Alex you're leaving tomorrow."
"Could you quit packing, for just a minute."
He scowled at me, "I'm just helping you leave me faster like I know you couldn't wait to do."
"That's not the case okay, I didn't want this to end so I just figured that maybe if I kept it from you we could last a little longer."
He looked down, "Alex, I love you but you have to tell me these things how would you feel if I randomly told you I was moving to Moscow?"
"I would feel terrible."
He sat beside me on the bed, "exactly, so tell me these things because I can't fucking do that anymore."
I nodded, "I understand."
He nodded, "good now come here."
He wrapped his arms around me pulling me in for a hug he rubbed my back soothingly in little figure 8's. I honestly needed this I felt so bad for not telling him and I hated when we argued it made me feel bad about everything.
Beep. Beep.Beep. Beep.
I groaned stopping my alarm clock, I even had a bad dream about him. I rolled out of bed and played Romeo and Juliet by Hobo Johnson. I got in the shower and washed myself clean, then rinsed off. I dried myself and wrapped the towel around me and ran into my room to get clothes.
I pulled out the new pair of jeans I got yesterday and my red sweater, I slipped them on over my mismatched underwear. I went back into the bathroom and brushed my hair down before giving myself two pigtail braids.
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I grabbed my black and white vans, before putting on my mothers locket. I walked into my bathroom and brushed my teeth, before walking out, I had faith Flynn might decide to talk to me today.
I wanted to look good if he were to talk to me today. I grabbed my makeup and moisturized my face before applying some mascara and red lip stick, it was bold but elegant. I walked downstairs and grabbed my keys to see my dad making coffee and Victoria sitting at the table in a silk robe.
I gave him a hug, "bye dad."
He looked over and hugged me, "bye sweetheart."
I turned to my mothers picture and kissed, "Bye mom love you, I'll make you proud."
