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Smooth Criminal

ten.

The concert had ended and, as far as I could, the boys did an amazing job. The crowd was a bit bigger than the last show, so I was glad that I got to watch from side-stage. As far as I’m concerned, I honestly think these guys could make it big one day. But until that day, I’m happy to support my new friends in anyway that I can. And right now, that meant hanging out with them in the changing room we had been in before, playing Blink-182 at high volumes and singing obnoxiously loud to piss off Matt.
“SHE LEFT ME ROSES BY THE STAAAAIRS,” Alex and Jack sang at the top of their lungs.
“Surprises let me know she caaares,” Amanda shouted more than sang. I was sitting next to Zack on the couch again, watching everyone else dance around.
“Would you please. Shut. Up.” Matt held his palm on the phone receiver to yell at everyone and rolled his eyes before going back to talking to whoever it was that he was conversing with.
“I’m fucking starving,” Jack says after a moment of silence passes.
“We can go back to my house and order pizza?” Amanda offers, looking at me to see if this was okay with me. I nodded my head and went to collect my belongings so that we could depart from the venue.
“Fuck yeah! Pizza!” Alex and Jack shouted in unison.
“You coming?” I asked Zack and Rian as we head for the door. Zack shrugs and follows us to the door while Rian finishes his text to whoever he was talking to.
“My girlfriend wants to know if she can come,” Rian says awkwardly, not sure if he was being rude or not, inviting someone else over to a place that wasn’t his. Amanda smiles and nods her head vigorously.
“The more the merrier!” She throws her arms up in glee and everyone walks out to the parking lot chanting, “Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!”
“Just follow us and don’t die,” I shout to everyone as we get in our cars. A series of ‘Ok mom!’s are shouted at me and I shake my head and climb into Amanda’s Accord.

By the time midnight rolled around, seven teenagers and five pizzas were sprawled out in the Evans’ living room while Night at the Museum played in the background.
“So much pizza…” I heard Jack moan from the floor, followed by the sound of a pizza box scraping across the floor.
“Jack, you’ve eaten, like, an entire pizza and a half, you fat fuck,” Alex laughed from beside.
“I only got two slices,” Kara, Rian’s girlfriend, pouted.
“Zack ate an entire pizza, too!” Jack shouted defensively.
“No regrets,” Zack comments happily, rubbing his stomach. I let my focus shift to the movie playing, feeling my eyelids grow heavy.
“Tired?” Alex whispers in my ear. I nod my head slowly, sleep falling fast upon me. I smile to myself as I feel Alex wrap his arms around my torso and bring my body closer to his. I fall asleep to the sound of his heart beating once again.
“Stop snoring,” I mumble, hitting whatever was closest to me.
“Shit.”
Turns out whatever was a whoever. Oops. The snoring continued, so it wasn’t the person next to me. I sat upright and stretched out my back as I looked around the room. Zack was conked out on the loveseat with one of his legs on the back of the couch, Rian and Kara were asleep below Zack on the floor, Jack and Amanda were in the center of the living room, cuddled up next to each other, while Alex was propped up on the couch underneath me.
“You okay?” Alex whispers to me, careful not to wake anyone up. I nodded my head and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.
“What time is it?” I ask him groggily.
“Four twenty-eight,” he responds, pointing at the digital clock above the TV. “It’s probably Rian.” I give Alex an odd look, cocking my head to the side a bit. “The snoring.” I nod my head and run my fingers through my messy, sleep-ridden hair. “You’re so cute.”
“Shut up,” I bark at him, rolling my eyes. I get up from the couch, careful not to crush Alex in the process, and make my way up to Amanda’s room so that I could sleep without being woken up by the snoring again. However, I wasn’t alone. I turned around once I was in her room and saw that Alex had followed me up.
“That couch is miserable,” he defends himself as he notices me staring at him. I shrug my shoulders, too tired to care. Or maybe I just simply didn’t care in general. I pull the covers down and get in, making sure to leave room for Alex. He happily placed himself in bed next to me, immediately wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into his body. I closed my eyes and noticed that he smelled good. Like, really, really good. The sensation of Axe body spray and musk filled my nostrils and I found myself smiling. I hummed in appreciation.
“You smell good,” I admitted to him as he played with strands of my hair. I opened my right eye and glanced at him as he smiled down at me sweetly.
“You smell like soap,” he said to me. I giggle softly and place my arm loosely over his stomach to keep it from being squished under my body. “So tell me, Stella, what is your favorite color?”
I pick my head up and stare at him oddly. “I’m sorry?”
“I know absolutely nothing about you. I mean, I know your dad is a cop, your brother is my friend, and your sister dated my brother… You’re super smart and you have a heart-wrenching smile. But that’s about all of my knowledge about Stella Underwood.”
I placed my head down on Alex’s chest and think about what he was saying. He has a point. But do I really want to let him in?
He just asked what your favorite color is. It’s not like he’s fishing for your deepest, darkest secret.
“Magenta,” I finally say. “My favorite color is magenta.”
“I like the color blue,” Alex says absentmindedly, still playing with my hair.
“What’s your favorite movie?” I ask him. I figure, since neither of us are sleeping any time soon, I might as well partake in his game of Twenty Questions. As juvenile as it may be.
“The Fifth Element, hands down, best movie ever made.” I could hear the smile in his voice, which caused me to smile, too. “Your’s?”
“Um…” I stop to think for a moment. “I’ve seen so many movies… But my favorite would have to be… Heathers. That movie with Winona Ryder.”
“Seriously?” Alex shifts so that he could look down at me. “Out of all the movies in the world, and you pick that one to be your favorite?”
“What?! She’s so badass! How could you not love that movie?” Alex makes a face at me and I roll my eyes at him and push him back down with my free hand. “Your turn, G-Scarth.”
“If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?”
Okay, so now we’ve moved on from favorites… I can deal with this.
“I’ve always wanted to go to Korea,” I lamely admit.
“The good Korea or the bad Korea?” Alex laughs. I roll my eyes at him again.
“North Korea,” I say.
He repeats his question. “Is that the good Korea or the bad Korea?”
“Oh my, God, child. North Korea is the ‘bad’ Korea. I want to know what it’s like to be there. I want to know what those people go through everyday.” I shrug at my answer. It’s not a very good answer, but it’s the most honest answer I have to offer.
“I’d go back to England,” Alex says softly. There’s a hint of sadness in his tone and I look up at him with soft eyes. “Everything was so much more simple back home…” We both knew what he meant by that, so I wasn’t about to ask for more detail. Tom loved being in England and when they moved to Baltimore, everything just went downhill from there. I remember Rory telling me one night after her and Tom had gone on a date that Tom was acting all weird. He kept insisting that nothing was wrong, but Rory knew him better than that. She just never said anything to push him to talk to her. “Your turn, madam.”
“If you don’t make a career of making music, what do you want to do?” I chew on my lip as Alex pauses, really thinking the answer through.
“I’d be a veterinarian,” he says confidently. “What do you want to do?” I continue chewing on my lip, not quite sure what I want to be when I get older. The thought honestly frightened the shit out of me. I graduate in almost a year and I have no idea what I want to do with my life other than get as far away from my father as humanly possible.
“I don’t know,” I whisper sadly. “I’m just so focused on how to get through my current life, I don’t know what I want to do with my future.” Alex pulls me closer to him and kisses the top of my head. “I know that I don’t want to be stuck in Baltimore my whole life. I don’t want to be like my parents who met in college and have to quit halfway through because they fucked up and got pregnant. I don’t want to be stuck in this town with my family constantly telling me who I have to be and how I have to act and when I have to do things… I just want my own life.” Alex doesn’t say anything for quite a while, and I start to assume that he’s fallen asleep.
“That’s why I’m pursuing music as hard as I am. So that I’m not stuck in this town for the rest of my life. I’ll get to travel the country. Fuck, I’ll get to travel the world. And I’ll still be doing the number one thing that I love. Making music and sharing the goodness of life through my lyrics.” Alex shifts underneath me and turns on his side that we’re eye-to-eye now.
“The goodness of life,” I scoff sarcastically at him, picking at a loose thread on the comforter. “The only goodness in my life is the goodness that comes from McDonald’s.” Alex laughs at my comment, even though I’m being somewhat serious. “There’s not much goodness in my life, Alex,” I admit lamely. “I’m trapped in the walls of my bedroom and I’m held prisoner in my own home. My dad is never officially off duty. And I don’t understand what I’ve done in my life to deserve being treated like I’m one of the hundreds of people he’s busted at work. I work hard in school, I work hard at home, I even pull pull Rory’s weight around the house because I know she’s over Dad’s bullshit and refuses to abide by his rules, and yet I’m still treated as if I’m the one who’s doing everything wrong. I’m seventeen years old and I don’t even know how to drive because he knows that once I get a car, there’s a great chance of me getting in that car and never looking back…”
The look Alex gives me sends shivers down my spine, causing me to tremble. It’s like he’s trying to peer into my soul. I feel so vulnerable under his gaze.
“I’m sorry… I know I talk too much. I shouldn’t have said anything. I just-”
“Stella.”
“I just, I’ve never told anyone that and I’m so sick of being treated like I don’t matter and-”
“Shut up, Stella,” Alex says before capturing my lips with his own. At first, I’m caught off guard. But once I realize what’s happening, I relax myself into his arms and kiss him back. “You do matter,” Alex says once he pulls away. My heart is beating about a thousand miles a minute and I’m very light headed.
“T-Thanks,” I mutter quietly, looking down.
“I don’t think you understand just how truly amazing you are, Stells.”
I wrack my brain for the right words to say in response, but I don’t find any. Instead, I find myself kissing him again. One of Alex’s hands cups my cheek while the other pulls me closer to him. Suddenly, I’m laying on top of him with my fingers tangled in his hair while his other hand finds it’s way to my waist. My legs straddle his waist and he nips at my lower lip, causing a soft moan to form in the back of my throat. Amanda would kill me if she knew that anything happened in her bed. I pull away from Alex after a while and start laughing to myself.
“What?” Alex chuckles nervously.
“Amanda would murder me if she knew anything happened in here,” I voiced my thought.
“It’s five forty-five anyway. We should probably try to get some sleep,” Alex says with a yawn. I nod in agreement, stifling a yawn of my own as the two of us get situated for sleep. I pushed myself off of Alex’s stomach and position myself on my side so that my head is resting snuggly on his chest and my leg was comfortably hanging over his long legs.
“Night, Alex,” I mutter, closing my eyes.
“Sweet dreams, gorgeous.” Alex places a small kiss on my forehead and I quickly drift off to sleep.

Notes

The amount of love I have for this chapter is insane. And I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do.

Comments

This was one of my absolute favorite stories. I am very curious to know if you are going to continue with this? Because I have to know what happens next.

BreaClift. BreaClift.
6/14/21

I want to know if there is going to be sequel to this story?

BreaClift. BreaClift.
3/26/19

I don't remember anything. I need to restart this. Damn, all I remember is loving this. Only more reason to read it all again.

Haha, keepin' it real. :) No worries, the only one that was kind of concerning was the Blink-180 because I think that's the first time I've ever seen that. XD But I figured it was a typo.
:)

Nanook Nanook
1/4/19

@Daydreamers her big reveal will be in the last chapter ;) hang tight.

katybear18 katybear18
1/4/19