"I need to get up," Alex mumbles into your hair.
"Why?" you ask in dissapointment. You look up at him and frown sadly.
"I just.. I just have to" he says, getting out of bed. You sit up, and stare at him suspiciously. He can't have band practice because he can't play his guitar with his hand being injured. So where was he going?
"You can tell me" you say. He pulls on some jeans.
"Yes I know, I know" he says irritably, obviously stressed about something.
"Whats up?"
"Oh my God, nothing." he says. Then his expression softens. "Nothing" he says softly. He wanders over and kisses you gently. "Nothing" he repeats. He pulls on a tshirt and rushes out the room, and you hear the front door closing soon after.
