Waiting For You

Chapter Twenty-nine

"Never leave someone who touches your soul more than your body".

~Anonymous

Hunter

The first thing I noticed before I even knocked on the door, was the hard rock music that echoed from inside. Alex opened the door, moving his head along the rhythm of the music and biting his lower lips as he looked at me.

"Hello, hottie," he said as I leaned in for a kiss.

"Are you alright?" I asked him with a frown and a smile.

"Yeah, I'm just happy we finally have some time to ourselves," he replied and closed the door behind me.

The loud drums and guitars that played in the background made me wince. This kind of music wasn't exactly my favorite type –pretty much the only kind of music we disagreed on-. His parents had an issue with him listening to this and he had told me that when he was alone he played it as a rebellion. That wasn't about to get me to like it.

"Want some coffee?" he asked me, walking in the kitchen.

"Sure," I replied.

I had been here only once before, –during New Year's Eve- but back then I didn't have much time to explore. At least not as much as I would have liked to. As Alex went to the kitchen to get us coffee, I started wandering around.

I had seen his room, and I couldn't say I cared too much about his parents' or Chris' bedrooms. I stopped in front of the door opposite of Alex's room. After debating on it for a few seconds, I opened the door only to be faced with a typical office. It had huge bookcases that covered three out of four walls. A dark mahogany desk sat right in the middle of the room and was filled with papers and notes. I only managed to take a step inside before I felt Alex standing behind me.

"My father never minded when Chris and I wandered in here when we were little. Weirdly enough, he liked being interrupted by us. Said that it reminded him that he shouldn't work so much," Alex said and I turned to look at him. With a surprised expression, I took one cup of coffee from his hands.

"Really? My Dad used to be very strict about his office. After he gave up journalism and started writing creatively he stopped caring. It also helped how I took over half of it with my 'art studio'," I said back, taking a swing from the black liquid. Alex gave a small laugh and walked deeper inside.

"It was so much better when we were younger. It was so much better when the idea they had of me coexisted of who I was. But then I started shaping my own opinions and got an interest in things they didn't approve of... and they reached their tipping point when it started to show on my grades," he went on and sat down on his father's chair. "I still remember how loud they had gotten the day I brought in my first eighty-five score. It was at social studies and I had spent like the total amount of fourteen minutes studying for the test. It was that same week when I uploaded my first video... and when I started smoking weed".

I walked toward him and rested against the wooden desk while looking at Alex. He wasn't staring me, being deep in thought, and something inside of me begged every muscle of my body to distract him. I knew that whatever he was thinking of was hurting him at the moment. I reached out to run my fingers through his hair, but he struck out and caught my hand mid-air.

"I often think about how shitty my life would be had you not caught my eye. I didn't think I'd be ready to meet my soulmate until I managed to get my career straight. So, had you not caught my attention, it could have been years. Years of not having met you. I would have still smoked and used weed and I would have been with every girl that flung herself at me. I would have been miserable, having to deal with my parents on my own. Hunter, my life is infinitely better having met you," he told me and kissed my wrist right where my tattoo lay. I reached down to kiss him and as I did I fell on my knees.