one shots ¦ alex turner [FINISHED]

Dancefloor

—Late SIAS / early AM Alex.

"Hey, you" Alex came across the hall and stood next to Amy's locker, leaning against it with a cheeky smirk on his face.

"Hey Turner, what's up? She said, closing the door and crossing her arms on her chest, half smiling.

"So there's this party at Jamie's tonight, you coming right?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"Well, I was hoping to see you there, it's kinda a big event, you know. I wouldn't want you to miss the most important party of the year." He said, and Amy raised her eyebrows.

"Biggest party? Says who?"

"Says me. Come on, it'll be fun". He pleaded jokingly, and Amy smiled and giggled when she saw Alex's big brown eyes begging her to go to that stupid rave.

"Fine. I'll go".

"Yes! Pick you up at 8?"

"Fine. Don't be late, though".

"I'm never late". He winked and grinned at her and jogged towards Nick, Jamie and Matt, who were waiting for him at the school's main inside door. Amy grinned and shook her head. He was cute.

Amy and Alex had been flirting for a month, approximately. They met at English class, and as they both had some interests in common, they started getting along and becoming closer. Soon, they both started to like each other, and as they started to flirt as a joke at first, although they both knew inside that they weren't kidding.

Alex always showed her his sassy side, as he didn't want to show her his true feelings. The mental image of her body, smile and lips played constantly in his head like one of those old movies that he enjoyed. Soon, she became his favourite movie.

He started acting distracted during rehearsals with the Monkeys, and Matt fastly noticed this, given that he often got lost in his thoughts, daydreaming about Amy. Helders talked to him, and convinced Turner that he should ask her out so he would spend less time overthinking about their relationship.

However, Alex didn't have the guts to ask Amy on a date, and the days started passing by as Alex's feelings and attraction to her grew more and more, but luckily, Jamie's birthday finally came. Hence, Alex decided to invite her to the party, so they would have a change to spend some time alone together.

Alex got home, and after reading an old poetry book and playing some tunes from The Smiths on the guitar, he showered and dressed up for Jamie's party.

He put on a white shirt, ripped skinny black jeans and black shoes. He didn't bother to comb his hair, so some locks fell in his face, giving him a boyish look although they covered the zits on his forehead. He grabbed a lighter, a packet of cigarretes, his mobile phone and a small notebook and a pen and put them all inside his trouser's left pocket.