You wake up with a massive grin on your face, your mind fixed on the night you had spent with Alex. You had spent all night talking and kissing and cuddling, you smile again at the memory. You suddenly realised the change of your surroundings. You had definitely fallen asleep with Alex, on your couch so when you found yourself asleep in your own bed with no sign of Al you start to get confused. You suddenly became well aware that the amazing night you had could have just been a dream. You sigh and feel for your phone on the side table, there's a note stuck to it. It read;
"I had a great time with you. Had to get up for band practice. Miss you xoxo Al"
You smile and smile and smile at the note, rereading it over and over. You turn to the side table and find a messily prepared Nutella on white bread with another note stuck to the plate.
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day" it read. You laugh and grab a slice of the bread, and jump out of bed. It was so sweet that Alex had thought to put you in your own bed. You then felt extremely self conscious because he would of had to carry you, you often thought of yourself as a little bigger than your other friends but Alex had always insisted you were a perfect weight,size, person.
You smile for the millionth time this morning and finish the last of your breakfast.
After watching some morning tv you decide to take a shower, and get dressed.
After your shower you stand in your bedroom in your underwear, frowning at your clothes in your wardrobe. Your phone starts ringing and your heart drops at the sight of the name on the dusty iPhone screen.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck" you say over and over.
You pick up your phone, still in your underwear.
"Hi Ryan.." you say.
"Darcy! I enjoyed our date yesterday."
You wince at the thought. You had to end this, it wasn't fair.
"Yeah. Look, Ry we need to talk. Meet me at the coffee place in half an hour?" you ask. Ryan sighs.
"I think I know where this is going." he says, sadly.
"Half an hour," you say again, and then hang up.
You feel so bad that you had let it go on for this long even when you knew you still wanted Alex. You grumble at yourself and go and put on some denim dress you have had forever.
At the coffee shop you see Ryan standing there, with a to-go lemonade.
You walk over, and his expression flattens.
"I know what you're going to say, Darcy." he says, his voice laced with a hint of anger.
You weren't sure how to respond, you eventually said "I'm sorry" because that was all you could think to say.
"Okay." Ryan says, and with that he wanders out the door, leaving you baffled. All your sympathy disappeared for Ryan and with that you deleted his number, pressing extra hard on the buttons of your phone as if to prove a point, and sauntered back to your flat.
"Well that was fucking easy" you say to yourself.
As you get back into your flat you begin wondering why Ryan was being so weird. Did he see Alex at your flat the previous night? Had Alex said something to him? You had no clue. You quickly forgot about him and begin to watch the TV.
You wondered if Alex was going to come round, you want to text him but you don't want to bother him at band practice.
There was a knock at the door a couple hours later, and you knew it was going to be Alex. You open the door to see Alex, holding his guitar case.
"Can I.. uh.. can I come in?" he asks. You were surprised at his awkwardness. You smile fondly at him, his hair was messy and he looked a little sweaty, probably from climbing up nine flights of stairs with his guitar.
"Yeah, come in" you say, taking his free hand and leading him in. He looked pleasantly surprised that you had made that gesture, and squeezed your hand tight as he followed you inside.
He put his guitar on the floor, still holding your hand.
He looked into your eyes shyly and then stared at your lips for a couple of seconds, before sighing and looking into your eyes again.
"How was practice?" you ask, letting go of his hand gently and wandering into the kitchen to get you and Al a drink.
"It was good." he said, following you into your small kitchen. You turn to him and put your hand on his red cheek. He smiles slightly and then stares at your lips again.
"What's up, Al?" you ask. He was behaving strange and seemed a little sad, you didn't know why.
He stares at you and cups your face with his small hands. He sighs a big sigh and then says
"Darcy I really want to ask you something" he says.
"What?" you ask, feeling slightly concerned.
He pauses for what seems like forever, he keeps wanting to say something, and hesitating. He opens his mouth then closes it and it starts getting frustrating. Suddenly you see a slight smirk spread across his chapped lips.
"Is it okay if I kiss you?" he asks,his eyes big.
You nod and he kisses you. Really, really slowly as if he was treasuring every moment of your presence. He let out little happy sighs between each kiss, which makes you smile into his mouth.
After about two minutes, he breaks the kiss but still leaves his hands on your face. He smiles at you and kisses your nose, before letting go of your face.
"Thanks." he says, walking out the kitchen.
