What Can I Say

"Do you think Brit likes me," Alex asked.

He was currently laying on my bed. Or his lower half was, his upper half was dangling off the bed. His shirt was slightly pulled up so I could see the space in between his gray skinnies and his black shirt. There was a stripe of soft looking skin. His eyes were focused on catching the tennis ball that he was throwing up and catching.

"I have no idea, why wouldn't she," I asked while spinning in my desk chair.

"Cause she's so out of my league. Look at me and look at her. She would probably be all over Zack," he said.

"Alex, look at yourself. You're hot as fuck, she probably really likes you. Ask her out, the worst she can say is no."

"No, she could rip my throat out, you don't know."

"She won't, you dork."

"What time is it?"

"Like 10."

"Can I stay?"

I sighed and got up from where I was sitting and walked down the stairs. I gripped the handrail and slowly descended it was courtesy to ask my mom but I know that she was already going to say yes. She loved Alex and she knew that we were just really good friends, nothing else. I walked into the kitchen where Iron Maiden was playing and I smiled, I loved their music taste.

"What is it Shay," she asked.

"Can Alex stay the night," I questioned.

"What kind of question is that? Of course he can. Now get him down here, I made apple pie and I know how much he loves it."

I smiled at her and walked back up the stairs. I wanted to kind of scare Alex but I know that he was sure to have heard me already. I wasn't quiet about going up the stairs especially with combat boots on. I opened my door carefully and I didn't see Alex laying on my bed anymore. Maybe he was in the bathroom? I swear some times that boy has the bladder the size of a pea.

I walked into the room and went to pick up something that had fallen. It was family picture, I just liked things staying organized and I was a huge family person. I heard a noise behind me but shrugged it off. Hands hit the wall on either side of me and I jumped in my skin.

"You need to be more careful, I could've been Jason," Alex whispered in my ear.

I spun around and faced him, rolling my eyes. I grabbed his hand and began to pull him out of my room. He made a noise at the sudden movement which sounded like a squeak. I couldn't help but snicker at the noise he made.

"By the way I you were Jason I'd be safe. Horror movie stereotypes dude. You'd be dead first you slut," I laughed.

"Oh shut your mouth. It was fun," he said, blushing.

"Did Jack have as much fun as you? How bad did it hurt?"

"I hate you, why are we friends?"

"Cause Mom made apple pie."

He grabbed my arm and practically dragged me out of my room. I laughed at his determination for food. I will give him credit where credit is due he is not always a lazy piece of shit. In the end he is my lazy piece of shit and I wouldn't have him any other way. He quickly sat at the table where my mom had set out two plates. He began scarfing down his food with barely enough time to breath in between bites.

"Well, it's good to see you too Alex," my mom laughed.

"Mama H I love you but you come second to your pie. You know that," Alex said.

She laughed and messed up his caramel hair. She was one of the few people who could get away with that with both hands intact. She was a second mother to him and she treated him like the son she never had. I was an only child and I know both of my parents are freaking out now that I'm a senior. They are also freaked out that I have no plans for my life or college or anything other than more tattoos. What they still don't know about is the guy's band which is actually doing quite well. They also don't know that I was asked be their merch manager and would be going on tour with them.

"Do your parents not feed you Alex," my mom asked jokingly.

"Yeah, it's just not as good as your food. Shay, can I steal your mom," he asked.

"No, she's mine. You have your mom don't take mine from me.," I laughed.

I watched my dad saunter into the room and take a piece of pie before walking back out. We all laughed because my dad was in his "zombie" state which actually was because he had to take a break in the middle of his zombie movie marathon. He was a busy guy so when he had free time he liked to be by himself and not actually be needed I completely understood.

"I'm going to bed, it's an early morning tomorrow. You two be good and don't be up to late. Be smart," she said.

"Mom," we both said.

"I know I don't need to say it but I feel like I should."

We both rolled our eyes before going up the stairs to my room. Alex perched on my desk instead sprawling out over my bed. I couldn't help but smirk and laugh. I liked having my best friend around, he just made everything better.

Notes

Have a chapter two as well. I know it's still slow but I don't want it to be a super fast fan fiction. I might write a chapter three while I'm waiting for my parents to be here. I'm really excited to see them again just cause I miss them and it's been a completely different experience. I've been listening to one song for like the last hour so that's where the name for this chapter came from.

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Title credit: Gravity - Papa Roach (feat. Maria Brink)