Digital Paintbrush - (Hat Films/Yogscast Fanfiction)

Chapter 12 - Aftermath

After the altercation with Alex, I decided that I didn't want to do anything at the weekend, I stayed in bed trying to make sense of everything that just happened. So many questions were running through my head; did that kiss mean anything, did he even remember, should I tell Ross, should I tell Alex. What should I do? 
I still hadn't said that much to him, which caused him to get worried. Every single hour I'd hear a knock on the door, asking if I was okay, asking if I wanted anything, asking if I wanted to talk. The answer would always be no. I just wanted to think. 
It got to Sunday afternoon before I left my room. I heard Ross across the apartment saying hi to somebody, that's when I heard it. That's when I heard him. It was Alex. I heard Alex reply to Ross with a groggy voice. My heart started palpitating. My mind started racing. What was I meant to do? Was I meant to confront him? Was I meant to pretend like it didn't happen? Was I meant to ask him to leave or ask him to stay? I didn't know. Then there was a knock at my door. 
"Marnie, I know you've been in bed all weekend but Smith's here to see you," Ross said. Shit. "We're going to come in in a minute so make sure you're decent," He added. Quickly, I flung on a nearby hoodie of mine, admittedly I hadn't changed since Friday and I wanted to look somewhat presentable if Alex really was coming in. Someone entered. I turned around to face the person and sure enough, it was Alex, with Ross sheepishly peeking from behind him. 
"Marnie, I need to talk to you," Alex admitted, looking dreadfully serious yet somehow guilty at the same time. As per usual, I didn't know what to say. I wasn't very good at awkward situations if you couldn't tell by now. The last time I saw Alex was when he kissed me while he was drunk and I didn't even know if he remembered, my brother was currently standing behind him and he didn't know because I didn't tell him so who knows what was going through his head. If that wasn't awkward then I don't know what is. I nodded my head slightly, indicating he could come in properly. When he did step in, Ross closed the door so he didn't disturb us but I could tell he was debating coming in to talk as well. We were now alone. The tension could be cut with a knife.
"I'm sorry about how I acted when I was drunk," he apologized. He remembered the kiss. "If I'm honest I don't really remember much but Ross said you've been acting strange so be picked you up from mine," Or maybe not. I stared at him, expecting him to say more but he didn't. This was amazing. Not.
"How can you apologize if you don't remember what you did?" I questioned. He seemed really taken back by this
"Well, I know I've upset you and I'm sorry about that, it doesn't matter what I did it just matters that I did do it and you're my friend and I'm incredibly sorry for whatever happened," he explained. I didn't know if him not remembering was good or not but for some reason I wanted him to.
"You really don't remember anything?" I asked with a tone of desperation
"I remember some bits, like how I started being a dick about Ross, which was very wrong and not how I feel about him at all. He's a great brother," he told me, still sounding apologetic. If he remembered that he was slagging Ross off then he must remember why he was doing it and what he actually said about him.
"Do you remember why or what you said about him?"
"Honestly, all I remember was calling him a shit bro, I know said something else after that but honestly it's a blur. I must have got angry because when I get angry when I'm drunk I don't remember anything and I -" he stopped himself and he looked very alarmed. He must remember.
"I didn't hurt you did I? Like physically?" He panicked. Maybe he didn't remember then.
"No, Alex, you didn't hurt me," I assured him. He must have thought that he got angry at me and slapped me or something. A wave of reassurance went over him at my words and he sighed in relief. We were again left in an uncomfortable silence as both of us were waiting for the other to speak.
"Sooo, what did I do?" He wondered, fiddling with his own fingers. I don't know why but I got really angry at this, it wasn't his fault he didn't remember and it was normal for anyone to want to know what they did when drunk. For some reason though k started to fume.
"Alex, I'd you don't fucking remember then I don't want you here and I don't want to speak of this again! When we go back to work tomorrow, we are going to pretend like everything is normal and that nothing happened at all!" I demanded, crossing my arms "You got that?"
He nodded his head in agreement with what looked like guilt.
"Good," I muttered "Now, please leave,"
He did as I told him and he left. Not a word said. He just left. I told him to leave and he did, which should have made me happy but instead it made me more annoyed at him. What is wrong with me? 
Ross asked me what had gone on because he heard me screaming and then Alex left looking really downhearted but I just told him to leave it. I knew him though and he'd get it out of me somehow at sometime, making me slightly nervous but for now we just left it. Tomorrow would definitely be interesting.

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Update yay! Sorry that it's been a while, if you follow me on Instagram then you'd know I've been struggling with my mental health recently, no need to be concerned or anything but it just made my motivation go down and my mood got bad that's all. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter and again please leave suggestions for future chapters to motivate and inspire me. I think I might update Daddy's Perfect Mistake next so it might be a while till the next update but whatever.