I find myself curled up to Alex on the couch. How'd I get like that? When did I move closer to him? I vaguely remember sitting back down on the other end. Oh god. How have I been this oblivious to my actions? I turn my head to see Alex wide awake. What? Was he okay with me being so close to him? At that very moment the feelings I had for him were so many things. Things that people would normally refer to as love. It made me want to push him away. I wanted him to hate me. Even if we are alike we're not the same.
The day went on and neither of us left our spot on the couch. We did absolutely nothing but talk to one another. Those brown eyes. They were looking into my eyes, like a mirror to my soul. It made me anxious to know my eyes could give away things about me my mouth never would. The eyes are the key to the soul. If you can read them you can understand the broken soul. His brown eyes weren't anything easy to read but I loved it. I loved the complications and the simple way his eyes showed his secrets, as if they were all floating around in his eyes. Laying so close to him i notice why all the untouchables want him. He has the face of an angel. It's hard not to stare at how attractive he really is. But I still prefer his eyes over anything. When the sun hot them they were a beautiful light brown that looked like the sand in the ocean. It made you wish your eyes were as beautiful as his. The depth of all the things they could hide. But right now, his eyes were what you'd call a solid black, no pupil to be seen. Just big puppy dog eyes, and the complex look on his face. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to text Kayla and tell her everything that happened, even me crying. But I was afraid I barely knew her. Yet I wanted to open up to her some. She seemed to be a part of my fate.
Alex walked me home later that day and ate dinner with me and Jake. Aunty never seemed to be home when i needed her most, i always felt alone in this home, even though they were my family they were nothing like me. They cared about appearance while I could careless what anyone has to say for my tangled mess of hair or the odd and in acne I seem to get. I simply never cared. After dinner Alex explored around while I went to my room and changed into my sweatpants. I didn't feel like showing off my battle scars even more from the basketball game. As I walked down the stairs I caught Alex looking at my knee and how I little pressure I was putting on it, it wasn't because I couldn't take the pain I just didn't want my knee to pop the way it would.
"I was archer before I took an arrow to the knee" Did I really just quote skyrim? I'm such a nerd. Alex laughed shaking his head as he sat down beside me and I switched on American horror story.
