Not His Type

Remembering...

I turned around to look at my 'boyfriend' who just happened look at me with a playful smirk . he's face was so close to mine that I could feel his breathing.  Reality hit me right back up & I take two steps back. I mean I need my personal space bruh....

"Aye thanks A." I say winking at him. Hey don't look at me!! Im drunk guys.... I don't control my actions. ..

His eyes widen obviously surprised by my latest action but he doesn't say anything... Well I think. well until now I guess.

"Anna are you drunk? "

"Yeah.... kinda.... sure.... idk...maybeeee!!!!" I sing.  He looks like he's disappointed but doesn't say anything; he just grabs my harm and drags me out of the crowd.  His touch is sweet and it send shivers down my body.

"We're leaving. " he says

"what noo! but I haven't seen Santa yet! Come on A my grandpa told me once that Santa was very nice and sweet and that he gave gifts to good people.  So if you let me see him then maybe he'll give you a gift tooo!!" Alex doesn't pay attention to me and drags me out of the club. I sit in the front of Alex's car as he pull out of the parking lot. I'm so sad. I feel tears falling from my eyes. It feels like its a river .

"Anna?" Alex says turning his back so that he could see me better.

"are you crying?  " he says with concern clear in his voice, well I think idk I really can't think straight.   Suddenly he brings hes hands to my face and wipes away the tears with his incredible soft hands.

"I really wanted to see Santa you know.." I finally say with a small smile. He chuckles and smikes back. A little smile but its still a smile.

"I miss my grandpa." I murmured.

"what? sorry I didn't hear. "

"I miss my grandpa. He was the closest thing to a father I ever had. But he left me in this cruel world all alone 3 years ago.  No I'm not alone I have my mom & my self. But I still miss him. And even after 3 years it still hurts like a bitch. " I say wiping my tears off. I am pretty surprised that I told him about my grandfather's death,  it had always been a hard theme for me. My mom once offered me to go see some therapist and I didn't want to be rude so I just accepted.  The therapist told me something about ' not being ready to let him go' some bullshit like that. And since that day I had never been back to that therapist again. And truly,  I'm not planning to. 

"I'm sorry about your grandpa" he tells me.

"Nahh it's okay I guess... but thanks though"

" Did you ever miss someone soo bad that you've came to a point where you think that the pain will never go away, not even in a thousands years? " I ask

"Ya sometimes... come on lets go".

I say goodbye to Liz and follow Alex to his car.

"Who? " I finally ask after almost 7 minutes of complete silence. 

"What?"  he says looking right into my eyes.

"Who do you miss?"

Alex doesn't answer,  and quickly looks away. silence filled the car.

"Let's get you to bed" Alex says turning the lights on as we inter the room. He helps me get undressed by taking my heels of.

"Thanks" I murmured

"No probs"

I put on my pg's which are just a loose crop black top and a short.

While I walk towards my bed I can feel Alex's eyes on me.

"Stop staring A!" I say

"I really wasn't"

"Sure you weren't. " I say winking at him.

"Nightt! " I say & I fell asleep as soon as my head rested on my pillow.

"Good night princess" he tells me. "Oh and by the way it's my mother. " he says way much quietly for me to barely hear. 

You're mother?