-Alex's POV-
It's 4:43pm and there's nothing to do. Homework is done and a bore btw. I switch the tv to cartoons watching whatever mindless show that pops on. This past few days have felt like a daze, nothing makes sense, and I can finally think now that I am alone in my bedroom. There's nothing like having your own place, somewhere to be yourself, to finally be vulnerable and open. Walking in my room gave me relief today.
You know what I need, comfy clothes. Nothing feels better than wearing your favorite pajama's after a long day. What ever gives you comfort, keep it. The belt holding my jeans up is starting to pinch, so I unclasp it and slip my jeans off, leaving them by the foot of the bed. A hint of excitement surged through me when I saw my favorite short shorts clean in my laundry basket. Mom must have done laundry. Oh, how I appreciate that woman.
I quickly change, making sure to pick up the clothes after. Neat is nice. -giggled at her own motto- Okay, now what? Ever realize there's nothing to do and get bummed about it? Man, do I feel defeated.. Taking the opportunity presented, I climb into bed, under my silk comforter. Nap Time. I doze off in seconds, unusual event.
A few minutes my eyes pop open to a knock on the front door and my mothers melody voice sang through the hall as she opened the door, "Good evening, young mister. How may I help you?" She's too polite for her own good.
"Hello, Mrs. Lifton. I don't mean to intrude, but I am a friend of Alex's. I was wondering if you'd be okay with me spending some time with her?" The sharp familiar voice with a weird tone of innocent and polite that's never been heard before. My heart felt like it skipped a beat then suck into my stomach. It was an uneasy feeling. He's gonna see my room. "No...." whined out of my lips quietly. That's when I froze in fear, he's gonna see me in my shorts. Just then my mom knocks and opens the door, smiling like she just saw something beautiful and liked it. A sigh escaped.
#Authors Note: Update soon. No worries, sorry it's shorter than usual. There's a reason.
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