The day after the gig, you and Alex have a long lie in. You're awake a couple minutes earlier than him, and you find yourself worrying about the girl at the gig. Alex starts to rub his eyes and finally wakes up.
"Hi," he says, in his raspy morning voice. His fluffy hair is sticking up.
"How do you look so cute in the morning when I look like shit?" he chuckles sleepily. He rubs his eyes again and rolls onto his back so he is facing the ceiling.
"The gig was amazing," he says, turning to face you. "I'm glad you were there," he mumbles. You smile at him and slip out of bed.
"Where are you going?" he says, sounding dissapointed.
"Just going to get a drink," you lie. You actually were going to the living room, to have a quiet thought to yourself. The more you think about Alex and the girl, the more angry you get. You don't notice Alex walking in.
"Getting a drink, eh?" he says. He comes over and sits next to you. "What's on your mind?" he asks quietly.
"Nothing," you say, annoyed. He sighs.
"I..uh..I need to tell you something," he says after a moment of silence. "You may like it or you may not like it.." he gulps. "And I'm terrified," he says.
You sigh nervously, and look him in his big brown eyes.
"Okay, what's up?"
