"Okay..this is me." I say pointing to my house.
"Okay..well bye." he turns around abruptly not wanting to have to make small talk.
I wish he could stay. I feel like I could talk to him for hours on end.
As I watch him walk away I suddenly notice that he begins to lift off of the ground, but he continues moving his feet in a walking motion.
I still can't believe he's "magical". I always believed that there was some type of magic out in the world somewhere, but I never thought I'd see it first hand.
After seeing what I saw tonight I will never question magic again...well I'll try not to.
As soon as I was upstairs I tucked myself tightly under my duvet and looked up at the ceiling.
It was 7:00 am, meaning I had stayed out all night. Sneaking out this many times has got to get my some type of award. I mean I am putting my life out on the line just to see what the storms are like...and I have...multiple times.
So, why can't I stop?
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"Alex!!"
"Ouch, that's gonna leave a mark." I whine falling out of bed.
What the heck is the problem?
My mum comes bursting through my door like a mad person.
"Alex, what are you doing on the floor? This isn't time to spring clean." she looks at me furrowing her eyebrows.
"I just... dropped an ear ring." I say grabbing nothing off the ground. "Here! I found it." I chuckle
"Okayy...Anyway come down stairs quickly!!"
She exits my room sprinting down the stairs, almost tripping over her own feet.
Why is she so excited? It's not my birthday or her's or dad's, so I don't know what it could be.
When I got downstairs both of my parents were sitting in front of the TV. The news was on.
Oh great.
Why do I say "Oh great" you ask? Well whenever the news comes on it's just a bunch of scientists claiming to know why the weather changes in February. They come up with all these dumb theories that make no sense.
Before I knew February I didn't believe in their bullshit. Now, I really don't believe in their bullshit.
"They know why there are storms!" my mum says clapping her hands together.
"They're probably just doing it for attention." I say rolling my eyes.
"They put this crap on the news every day and none of their "theories" have been true." My dad spits.
Finally something my dad and I agree on.
My mum just rolls her eyes at us and moves her seat closer to the TV ignoring us.
"Alex." my dad turns to me.
"Yeah?" Here it comes, he's gonna yell at me like he always does. Probably for breathing.
"I just wanted to say I'm so-"
But before he can finish a loud tap comes from upstairs.
"What was that?" my dad says getting up from his antique rocking chair.
He starts making his way over to the stairs, at a quick pace I should add.
OH MY GOD!! What if it's February again trying to get my attention. That boy is going to be the death of me.
I rush behind my dad as the tapping seems to be coming from my room.
Oh shit oh shit oh shit!
"It's probably j..just something hitting off my window...like...like twigs or...something?" I try to convince my dad.
He looks around my room in suspicion. I pray to God he doesn't look outside the window.
Just as I think that, he begins walking over to the window.
What do I do? What do I do? Think Alex, think!
"Ouchhhhh!!" I yell grabbing my stomach.
My dad turns to me looking worried.
"What happened?" he rushes over to me.
"I..I don't know. My stomach hurts, OUCHH!!" I'm such a talented actress.
"Are you going to be sick? Do you need a bucket?" he asks not knowing what to say.
"N..no. I just need some rest." I say pushing him out the door.
"Do you need mum? Is it your.... time?"
My time? LOL
"No I just need rest. Thanks bye!" I shut the door and make sure he is at least five steps down the stairs before I rush over to the window.
I look out at the darkness engulfed earth but there's no sign of him.
Just before I leave the window he pops out of no where giving me a heart attack.
How did he get up here? My room is on the second story. Wait, why am I asking such a dumb question? He can fly.
Every time I look at him, my eyes go straight for his eyes. His eyes are memorizing. At first glance I thought they were green, but now they look teal with a blue marble effect. I could look at them all day.
He signs for me to open the window but I mouth the words "Locked".
He puts up his index finger as if he has an idea. He suddenly flies down out of sight. What is he doing?
After a few seconds, he comes back with a twig. What are we supposed to do with that.
I furrow my eyebrows showing my misunderstanding.
He holds it vertically allowing me to see it clearly. He closes his eyes and focuses hard.
All of a sudden, the twig begins to bend into the shape of a key at the top. My eyes widen with disbelief. He opens his eyes again and puts the "key" into the lock from the outside.
I take a step back as I hear the lock click. He opens the window gently trying not to make a sound and steps into my room.
He runs his fingers through his messy hair as soon as he is in. He pants and looks up at me, then looks around himself as if studying my room.
The walls are pastel purple with Polaroid pictures of my friends from school plastered all of over it.
He looks at my bed that is just absolutely littered with stuffed animals. He laughs and puts his hands in his pockets.
He walks over to my dresser and opens a couple drawers. A smirk appears on his face when he pulls out one of my bras making my face go red.
"I like your style." he chuckles putting the red bra back down.
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Extra A/N
Was this okay..cause I don't know. If you like it leave a comment telling me your thoughts.
I know some things in here are a bit cringe but..lol I'm cringe so it works out perfectly.
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Before March Comes (Editing)
Fantasy(Completed ❤️) No one really knows why it is so stormy all the time during February. Although it is forbidden to go outside, 17 year old Alexandra (Alex) Smith can't help but be drawn to the outdoors. As soon as February comes the weather drastical...
