The Collapse

Chapter 5: Pancakes and Pregnant Hippos

Now, I’m going to open this chapter with an extremely overused, overworked, and extremely cliché saying. Here goes.. I remember that day like it was yester day. So clear. So perfect. And I didn’t know it then, but then again, you don’t know what you have until its gone. And what I’m trying to say, is that, I don’t think you realize just how much you loved someone, until they leave you, wounded, broken, and confused. You don’t notice until that feeling comes. The feeling of utter collapse and ruin. The feeling of being uselessly broken..

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(Arabell)

I woke up the next morning, when a pregnant hippo was dropped on my chest.

Ok, it wasn’t actually a Hippo, but trust me, it felt like it.

Sigh.

Nope, no hippo, just Alex.

Wait, Alex?!

I groan “Alex, what the hell are you doing in my room?”

He laughs, and I feel his stomach muscles tightening, from where he’s laying on me.

“Just waking you up. Your mommy made pancakes, and she said for me to wake you up.” I feel him chuckle “Of course, she didn’t exactly say how to get you up, so I figured she knew id figure something out.”

He turns his head to face me, and he gives me a quick smile before he lays his head

back down on my stomach.

What a weirdo.

“Alex, you gonna get off anytime soon, or..?” I trail off

“Hmm..nope. im actually pretty comfy.” He says, and I feel him chuckle again.

I sigh “ I didn’t wanna do this, but you really didn’t give me any other option”

I start to tickle him.

And really, he doesn’t have a weak spot. He’s ticklish all over. It’s so funny, he’s just like a squirming baby panda bear.

My plan works, and he gets his fat lard off  my stomach, as he squirms off the bed, and plops on the floor.

Well, it was more like a crash, but plop sounds so much cuter.

I manage to get a laugh in before he’s up and looking at me like a dingo would look at  a baby..

Oh my.

I sprint past him, narrowly dodging his outstretched arms, run down the hall and stop at the top of the stairs.

I must’ve not been thinking straight, because somewhere, in my hobo-hugging obsessed mind, I thought it would be smart to slide down the banister.. again.

Im pretty sure you know how that one ended. So there’s  me, once again, sprawled on my moms shiny floors.

I should probably get paid for this. I think all this sliding and crashing is actually making the floor shinier..

Huh, maybe that would be my superpower.. floor.. shiner.

Hum. Sounded better when I didn’t process it fully.

I finally get up and see Alex on the floor laughing again.. maybe we both should get paid..

Pf, whatevs

I leave him there and make my way into the kitchen where my moms made the deliciously yummy-in-my-tummy ultimate chocolate chocolate chip pancakes.

Mmm.

I shove three in my mouth, and grab two extra for the road, and make my way into the living room.

I’ve plopped my butt down on the soft leather seating, and its not long before Alex joins me, with six extra pancakes in his hands.

Yes, my mother makes a lot of pancakes.

And I notice he’s sitting a little closer than friendly spitting distance.. Which basically means he was almost sitting on top of me..

Honestly, I didn’t mind, and my tummy had that weird fluttering feeling.

We sit there in silence, no noise except for that of his incredibly loud chomping.

‘Honestly dude, your not eating gravel, there’s no need to chew so loud.’

“Maybe I like chewing loudly”

Oops, probably said that out loud..

“That doesn’t make any sense” I say. “And plus, its completely unnecessary.” I conclude, turning back to face the blank TV.

He just laughs and elbows my side.

“Oh come on grumpy. You know you love me” He says pinching my cheek at that last part.

“PSh” I swat his hand off. “ I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

He looks really sad for a moment, turning to give me a puppy dog look.

“So you don’t love me?” He asks, his lip wobbling.

Gosh, now I feel like I Just kicked the puppy.

I stutter “Its not that.. I just.. I mean-“ But I stop when I see the smart-ass smile cross his face.

“Knew it” He says haughtily. “You so love me”

“Do not”

“Oh I think you do” He sings the next part. “You loooveee meee”

“Shut up” I say, whacking his arm.

“Ok”

“You still love me though” He says under his breath

I whack him again.

But in the clutter of random thoughts running through my mind in that moment, only one stands out.

 ‘Maybe.. Maybe I do’

Oh my, Alex, what have you done to me?

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Heyyyyy:) Wassup homies?? Lol, i kid, i kid.

No, but seriously.. Always wear your sunscreen, and hug them hobos!!

They have feelings too..

Lol, so heres the next chapter..tada!!

Im a magician. Hehe, enjoy!