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groovyzombiellama · 7 years

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The Story

(I know I promised this imagine earlier, but I got a little lost in the plot and finally found my way out)

Title: The Story Requested? No. Plot: You are an actress on Vikings and dating Alex Høgh Andersen, and your relationship is going pretty well, until the fans get watch the latest Danish project he’s in and it seems you two had split. But is it true? Warnings: None. Word count: 1597

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“I love this story.” Alex said and one half of the crowd laughed at his facial expression as he widened his eyes like the story of how I got on VIkings is the most exciting story in the world, as the other half awwed. I smiled at him and continued. “Anyway, as I was saying, I was on vacation in Ireland, and walking around one day, I saw that there was an audition taking place in one building I walked by.” But my story really wasn’t that interesting. I went on, talking about how, for same strange reason, my gut was telling me I should just give it a shot. And it turned out to be an audition for my favourite tv show Vikings. At the time, I was a little overweight, but I had the feeling I’ve come to know as a student at college. A couple of times, even though I wasn’t spending much time studying, I had a strong feeling that I was still going to pass my exam, and no matter what I did, it wouldn’t go away. Sure I was nervous before the exam, but that feeling was what kept me from losing my mind, and in the end it turned out to be true and I would pass my exam.

That same feeling was in my heart as I walked into the room where the auditin was held. I knew that my weight would be a problem, but I went in there with my head held high. To my surprise, not just the director was present, but also a familiar face I’ve been falling in love with for a really long time. I pointed to Alex sitting next to me as I titled him that. His beautiful smile shined the room and warmed my heart, and I continued talking. “I was incredibly nervous. I thought I was gonna pass out right than and there, but I tried keeping my cool as much as I could as I was handed the paper for the scene I’m supposed to try and act out. I was shocked to actually be getting the paper, instead of them saying I’m not what they are looking for.” And the scene was that I needed to convince Ivar that he was not a cripple, but a strong and powerful viking. And I did it. I poured all of my emotions into it, everything that was building up over the time I’ve spent watching him feel bad for himself. I placed my hand on his cheek and recited about how his legs were an advantage and how he just didn’t find a way to work around it yet, but that I know he will. That I think he is special and that I love him just the way he is.

My eyes started tearing up a little as I continued to give him he pep talk the scene required, and suddenly, I felt a pair of lips on mine. At first I was shocked, but soon I gave into the kiss. To think that I dreamed about kissing him many times and doubting myself that he would actually care about me at all. The bad image of myslef I allowed the society to put in my head acting up and my belief I don’t deserve love acting up again. But now we were here, face to face, lips attached, love filling the air. Once we pulled away, I looked at Alex in disbelief. All my life I’ve thought no guy was ever going to be taking an interest in me, because of my weight, and I just got spontaneously kissed by the most beautiful man I’ve ever layed my eyes on. Maybe that was the thing. I was looking for a guy and I found a man. Alex apologised for the kiss, and said he let the moment take over, but I assured him it was fine. My jaw dropped when they said I actually got the part. “And of course, after a couple months of intense training, I finally fot where I’ve been trying to be all my life, but I never had enough motivation. And all it took was having the opportunity to do the job that I love and this tall, handsome drink of water. Not too much, huh?”

I joked as the crowd laughed with me, turning into more awwes when Alex leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek. I know I’m incredibly lucky to have him in my life, and it means all the bullying in school and being rejected by friends and not even looked at by boys was worth it, because I finally realised why it never worked out with anyone else, and they made me the warrior I am today, not just on the show, but in real life too. On the show, I play Ivar’s love interest, so Alex and I don’t really have to act out our kisses and hugs. The spontanious giggles I let out are 100% natural, as Alex loves to tickle my sides as we are kissing, and they decided to keep them in the show after the final cut. Several fans asked Alexander and Gustaf a question, Katheryn later being asked how I fit in to the cast, and as she was talking about how professional I am and kind and whatnot and I was hardcore blushing, we noticed a man dressed in a fox costume, walking over to us, holding a shield for us to sign. We disredarded it, thinking it was a fan, but he was for some reason let on stage and hugged Katheryn from behind. I was confused to what was going on and Alex and I exchanged glances.

Next thing I know, Alexander Ludwig pulled off the head of the costume to reveal Travis Fimmel. I couldn’t believe my eyes, he was really there. I haven’t officialy met him, because I joined the cast after his character’s on schene death, but I have really grown to love him as a character and an actor. He definitely lighted up Comic-Con, but my favourite part was when he read off Alexander’s phone number. “I didn’t want to tell anyone, but the reason why they chose you for the role was because the character was written for you.” Alex surprised me on our way home. I was confused, but he explained he saw the messages I had been sending to him for some time, on Instagram, when I was feeling down or just thinking about him. My face immediately turned blood red, but he kissed it away, saying that was the first step in falling in love with me. I cuddled up to him when he hit me with another shocker. He asked me to be in one of his Danish projects. I swear, this man is spoiling me. He wouldn’t take no for an answer, seeing through all my insecurities and in the end I agreed.

“You are seriously gonna go to New York and miss your best friend’s wedding?! You are the best man!” The cameras rolled as Alex and I were arguing. They were following us everywhere, mostly Alex, but me too when I was around. He had just got a chance to meet with Spilberg and see if he would truly be cast in one of his newest movies. On the other hand, on that exact day, his best friend who he knows ever since he was 4 was getting married. I spit lava, he spit flames. I couldn’t believe he was going to abandon his best friend in the moment he needs him the most. We argued for a few moments until Alex spit the hottest and most damaging flame at me. “You don’t understand me, you never have and you never will. Dating you was the biggest mistake of my life.” I stopped shouting, my body going numb. That was the worst thing he could have ever said to me. My open palm flew across his face and I walked away, tears streaming down my face. And that was the end, he left to New York and I went to grab a few of my stuff I had at his place in Dublin and got on a plane to Miami, where I had an apartment.

A few weeks passed and neither Alex or I had posted about each other on any social media, and my inbox on Instagram was filled with fan messages about why season 6 of Vikings was cancelled and why Alex and I don’t give our relationship another shot. I smiled at all of the fans who actually supported our relationship and decided to finally post. I took a screenshot of my FaceTime with Alex, both of us smiling and posted it. In the caption I wrote that we don’t actually have the info about season 6 and that we didn’t really break up. I explained it was a part of a project only based on real people, but scripted. Alex and I breaking up was only a part of the fictional project, the lines we said were writted for the project, but the base was real people. “I’m so happy so many people support us.” I said to Alex as I saw the amount of fans sharing their relief we were still dating in the comments. He smiled and said he was glad they loved me, but no one will ever love me as much as he does. The effect he has on me I swear. My adorable, powerful viking.

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Hope you like it, the words are from the heart and if you ever need someone to talk to, message me. I’ve been bullied in school, but I’m in the process of loving myself, so if you need someone to talk to, feel free to let me know, it doesn’t need to be and imagine request, we can just talk, be friends. <3

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bonelesswords · 5 years

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Could you please write something with the Drabble number 6 and Alex HA?? Thank you in advance:)

You had stayed up most of the night, trying to close Instagram but still opening five minutes later. At that time you had begun to hate the fact that you and Alex have the same circle of friends and that everyone is posting photos and videos of him in a club, while you had stayed at home after the fight you two had. You were angry at the idea that while you were under five blankets, watching a romantic drama and feeling sad, he was partying.

You stayed awake until you were so sleepy to sleep the second in which you close your eyes, otherwise you would have been thinking all night. Maybe you had already done it.

At four o'clock you fell asleep but a short time later, the annoying ringing sound woke you up. With your eyes barely open and your hands shaking, you grabbed the cell phone to see the time. Six o'clock in the morning. Who in his right mind was awake at six in the morning on a Sunday?

You get up from your bed, putting on a sweater over the thin white tank top you wear to sleep and, stepping on the cold floor of the room, you approached the phone that communicates with whoever is downstairs waiting.

"Hello?" Your voice comes out hoarse when you speak, but more hoarse is the sound you hear in response, a barely understandable murmur.

"It's me." says the person through the old phone. You automatically knew who it was. Alex.

"What are you doing here, Alex? It’s super early." You say but you know that for him, actually, it's super late. "You're drunk? Damn, obviously. You should go home."

"I can't," he confesses "it seems that the only way I know when I'm drunk is your home.

"God, you're fucking cheesy when you're drunk. Go on, come in, I won't leave you drunk on the street."

You press the button that opens the door below and you hear the door open and close on the phone.

The idea of Alex coming back after that fight made you extremely nervous, and when you grab the cell phone to distract you, you see Alex's sixteen missed calls and about five of his friend. A few messages from him.

“I write to you because Alex has escaped from me, drunk as fuck, I can't find him. I'm almost sure he went to your house. If so, please let me know”

It took you a couple of seconds to confirm to Alex's friend that he had arrived at your house.

You listen as someone pulls the handle again and again, realizing that Alex has no idea what a lock is when he is drunk. You open the door to see him, with a tired face and unable to maintain the balance of his own weight and, suddenly, he falls into your arms.

"What are you doing here?"

"I miss you." He says burying his face in the hollow of your neck and your shoulder. He smells like vodka and cigarettes.

"God, Alex, I've slept two hours."

"Well, I haven't slept any and I've got drunk to forget about you and it almost worked. Do you have vodka around here?"

"It's six o’clock in the morning, you're not having vodka. Besides, the best thing you can do to forget about me is go home."

He complains, but he crawls to the living room sofa, looking at you as if he were angry but he isn't, he's sad.

"Can we talk?"

"We can't talk like that Alex, you're drunk, you should go home."

"No I can not. I need a place to stay."

"Now you are taking advantage of things" you scold him, trying to sound tough, but he looks like he is a puppy forgotten in the rain.

"No, I'm not" he replies, dragging his words.

"Yes, and I'm still angry."

"I am not anymore." With the little strength he has, stands up and approaches you, staggering a little, he surrounds you with his arms and with his eyes closed he mutters: "Why can't we just forget everything and go to sleep?"

You stare him for a second, you weren't going to say no, not with him like that. You sigh, knowing that the decision you just made is not the most intelligent, but there was no other.

"I know everything is so easy with you, but no with me. You can stay, but when you wake up we're going to talk about all the things you said."

You try to maintain your composure when he nods repeatedly, but you fail when he calls you after a long silence.

"Baby?" He calls you in a soft tone of voice. Why he has to be like that?

"Yes?"

"Can I sleep with you?"

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bonelesswords · 5 years

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masterlist : a study of souls | alex høgh andersen au.

a study of souls | alex høgh andersen au.

gif credit: @lol-haha-joke

warnings: language, sexual content, mentions and using of drugs, mentions of a toxic relationships, grammar mistakes (english is not my first language)

description: he is a person who has a whirlwind inside his chest and she is someone whose heart is way too broken, at this point the only thing they have left is their souls, and only they can decide whether to complement or destroy them.

➳ synopsis

➳ chapter one : hi june

➳ chapter two : a good guy

➳ chapter three : megan

➳ chapter four: the bad things

➳ chapter five: loser

➳ chapter six: kiss you goodnight

➳ chapter seven: alex, rory's friend

last update: march 5

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bonelesswords · 5 years

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a study of souls | alex høgh andersen au

Chapter six: kiss you goodnight

gid credit: @lol-haha-joke

masterlist

Warnings: Language, sexual content, mentions and using of drugs, mentions of a toxic relationships, grammar mistakes (english is not my first language)

note: I came back with this one aaaahh, if you like it let me know and if you didn’t let me know as well, feedback is appreciated.

Once again this week, it starts raining over my head and the already wet ground. I jump around, trying to avoid the loose tiles next to Rory, who tells me that Julia’s only excuse for not reading The Great Gatsby is that she always forgets to buy a copy, because there was none in her house. Rory says it’s incredible not to have read the Great Gatsby at twenty-two, now twenty-three years. This is how he came up with his birthday present, which he brings into his hands now.

“She will be happy, I’m telling you. You will see that I am the person who makes the best gifts of them all.”

I laugh as we go to the street of Julia’s house. I try to act like I’m not nervous as fuck, because the truth is that I haven’t stopped thinking since Rory called me to tell me that Julia would like me to attend her birthday because I got along with her. My mind hasn’t stopped wandering around the name of Alex. I don’t know anything about him since I left his car last Saturday, the idea of seeing him in just a few seconds makes me almost anxious, but no one could know, the only people who know what happened last week are just him and I.

“Julia still lives in her parents’ house.” Rory whispers to me, as if she were going to listen to us. “They have a huge house, I don’t blame her. With all due respect.” He jokes, referring to me.

“I don’t live at grandma’s house!” I reply indignantly “We share the house, we live together, I pay the bills too.”

“Of course, June, sometimes I forget you’re an angel.” He retracts himself by shaking my hair, I laugh before I realize that we are at the end of the street, in front of a house, in fact, quite large.

Rory rings the bell and after a few seconds, Julia opens the door with a smile too big on her face.

“You were already late!” she says and greets us with big kisses on our cheeks and invites us to go to a small hall with many pictures with pictures on the walls, She goes ahead to one of the red doors before looking back at us. “I’m glad you came, June.” She smiles at me and I smile back, I like her.

“Sure, happy birthday.”

“Thank you, now come in, I made pizza today.”

We enter into a living room illuminated only with warm lights, as the entire room seems to be decorated. All of them are sitting on cushions on the floor, surrounding a coffee table with a large pizza in the middle and many glasses. Everyone turns around to greet us, my stomach turns around when I see Alex and he looks at me, he sketches an almost awkward smile and directs his gaze to another place in two seconds. Was he as nervous as I was? Or maybe that didn’t mean anything?

I sit next to Julia and right in front of him, which is uncomfortable even for me, but why? If the last time we met we had a good time. After thinking about it all week I had come to the conclusion that Alex didn’t owe me a kiss, despite having implied that he liked me, and almost doing it. He repented, that is a fact, however, in a scenario in which he and I have our eyes on each other, the discomfort is remarkable, the tension could be cut with a knife. “Happy birthday, Julia. I owe you.” My brother says reaching the rectangular wrapper for her, who grabs it with enthusiasm. “Now you won’t have any more excuses.”

Julia breaks the wrap and when she sees the book under it, her face lights up with a big smile, as big as when she opened the door and laughs happily, thanking him.

I grab a slice of pizza and the night begins.

I take the glass of beer to my lips while I stare at Jack, who is in the middle of an anecdote, I have noticed that Jack makes a lot of effort to tell them, because he does a whole act before, imitates the voices of the people involved, their movements, makes long and suspensive pauses until the joke arrives, and I jump, trying not to spit the beer on someone’s face when it makes me laugh so much that the liquid could get out of my nose. Jack seems to enjoy when people laugh at his jokes, he likes to make them laugh, so he laughs at my reaction and my effort to keep all the liquid in my mouth and not spit anything on the floor.

“Oh, come on June, what do you think?” He asks, crossing his arms over his chest. It’s very difficult to look at Jack at all, just because Alex, who hasn’t spoken to me since I arrived, is sitting next to him, I can feel how he looks at me every second.

“Me? I don’t think I’ve ever fucked on a first date” I answer, Rory shakes her head as if he didn’t want to have heard that.

“You think!?” He exclaims and I burst a laugh .

“Because you didn’t want it or because it never happens?” Asks, this time, Evangeline.

“Because there was no place for the situation.”

“What if there was?” Helena inquires now, as if she wanted to torture Rory with that kind of information. The only thing I can think of is Alex’s face, but I do my best not to look at him, otherwise I would turn as red as a tomato.

“I mean, If I wanted to, why not?” I say and turn to see my brother, who covers his face with his hands, making me laugh.

“Oh my god, Rory.” Travis shakes his head, ruffling rory’s hair.

“Besides,” Julia begins “when you’re on a first date, after so many kisses at some point you have to feel like moving on to the next base, right? It’s normal”

Alex and I are completely silent and I wonder at what point the conversation began to take that path. Julia turns to me, fully aware of my sudden silence.

“God, no June, don’t make that face.”

“What face?” I ask laughing.

“That face that you don’t kiss on first dates.“

"I’m not making that face!” I protest amused. “I always try, at least.” The words come out of my mouth almost on purpose, almost too much on purpose.

“No, June, a kiss is the minimum step that has to be taken on a date.”

“Julia! You can be afraid!” Travis reproaches her.

“Afraid of what, Travis? The girl said yes, something has to mean. You’re not sixteen anymore”

“If a guy don’t kiss me on a date he’s afraid.” Evangeline states.

“Or maybe he just regretted it.” I point this time.

“There’s no guy who would regret taking me on a date.” Evangeline says again and everyone bursts into laughter, including Alex who the conversation seemed already too uncomfortable for him.

In the middle of laughter my eyes meet Alex’s and they stay that way for a few seconds, it’s almost intimate how only him and I know. A chill runs through my back when he stays serious for a moment and then looks away sharply.

For the rest of the night, Alex does not speak to me again, even when I try, the answers he gives me are short and abrupt, I wonder if he really got angry at what I said, because he only behaves like that with me, as if the person he is now and who I went out with a few days ago are not the same, as if suddenly he stopped liking me. Julia, however, distracts me. She talks too much, she doesn’t finish talking about one topic because she has already started talking about another, but it keeps us all entertained. She opens five debates at once and seems not to get tired until others understand her point, which is a bit difficult for Travis, despite loving each other a lot, they differ even in the least, and it is obvious that Julia doesn’t like to be contradicted much, and it is even more obvious that Evangeline is tired of hearing them discuss when she has rolled her eyes more than five times in four minutes, but the rest of them find it funny hearing them fight. Even Alex comments from time to time, sometimes in favor of Travis’s opinion and sometimes of Julia’s, prompting them to continue arguing as if they were two children.

While I find Alex right in front of me, it takes me a second to sort all the thoughts in my head but above all, be clear with myself: I might like Alex, yes, but he didn’t seem to like me, despite having said it, maybe he regretted it in every way.

Fuck.

There is no way to order my thoughts, it seems impossible, all I know is that today, Alex is more handsome than usual, as if he had planned it on purpose. His denim jacket makes his eyes look more blue and when he run his fingers through his hair, it is messy and he doesn’t bother to fix it. I feel so stupid when he makes me sigh. The thought hits me overwhelmingly and too cheesy when I find myself silent, looking over the glass full of beer, I wish that day in his car, the safety belt lock had not sounded and that he had kissed me. Nothing else. Sometimes he catches me watching him, and sometimes I catch him watching me. I could swear that every person in the room can feel the tension in the air, but no, it’s just him and I.

Julia gets up from the cushion ready to bring another pizza from the kitchen, she asks me for help to bring some drinks and I follow her to the next room with empty plastic bottles in my hands.

“My parents aren’t home for the whole weekend.” she explains “That’s why they are all here today. They went to a friend’s cabin or something like that before everyone came. We celebrated my birthday today at noon.”

“Are you going to be alone all weekend?” I ask. Even if it was my house I wouldn’t spend the night alone here, it is too big, too dark. None of the halls have enough lighting, if I didn’t see the light bulbs above my head, I would swear that the house is only lit by candles. In her house seems more autumn than it is outside.

“No, of course not. I would die of fear. I invited Evangeline to stay today, and Jack tomorrow. We’re going to make a sleepover.” She says and remains silent as she begins to put small pieces of cheese to a pre pizza until she looks up, her eyebrows raised, as if a light bulb had lit on her head “You should stay!”

“Me? No, I don’t have pajamas.” I shake my head but she denies.

“What about it? I have lots! You should stay. It’s a plan, okay? You’ll stay. Evangeline and me would be bored anyway.”

“Do I have a choice?”

“No, you don’t. I’ll take you home tomorrow if you want.”

“That would be great, I don’t even know how to get home from here.”

Julia lives in a neighborhood quite far from mine, one where you walked and you found a house bigger than the other, I had never been to those places, if I had to take the bus alone I would get lost in five minutes. Grandma and I live in a nice neighborhood, I can’t complain, but that was something else.

She puts the pizza in the oven and leans against the counter. “You know, June, I have this thing that I can easily read eyes and there’s something about yours,” She says amused, tilting her head to the side. It makes me laugh, although it’s hard to know if she speaks seriously or not.

“Do I have weird eyes?” I ask her laughing.

“No, but they say a lot of things. Like, tell me June, do you have a boyfriend? A girlfriend?” She inquieres, crossing her arms over her chest. I sigh, oh Julia, if you knew that my love life is a disaster.

“Neither of them.”

“Oh, I knew that.” She jokes.

“I don’t look like someone who could have a boyfriend?” I laugh and she shakes her head, too into the conversation now. “No, actually. That’s why I asked you. You got this tired look, June. I will find out why you have that look, not now, maybe, but anytime soon. You know what I mean?” I nod, I know what she means, so I give her a bittersweet smile. Was it very ridiculous to ask myself if she was right or not? Of course I was tired, not physically, but I was, quite a while ago. It’s unusual that she notices.

“Yes, it’ll be fun watching you try.”

“YES! And I’ll start tonight because you’re staying, right?”

“Right.” I confirm and she dramatically changes the subject.

Julia strives to know me more, tries to include me in all the talks, to explain jokes that I don’t understand, to tell me who they are talking about when a name that I don’t know comes up.

“I saw Theo today, Alex.” Travis says with a smile forming on his face.

“Yeah?” Alex asks, a little hostility sneaks into his voice.” Did he talk to you?“

"Yeah, he ask me about your pretty face” Travis replies covering his mouth in the middle of a laugh before finishing the sentence, Alex rolls his eyes. “He said that since he left your face like a walking bruise you haven’t been to the club.”

Travis!“ Helena scolds him. "Don’t you realize that the kid goes crazy?”

“Tell him that I’m making him believe that I’m not going anymore so when I come back he won’t expect that I beat the shit out of him.” Alex replies angry and the room is full a sound of “uuuh”, but Travis explodes in laughter and Alex rolls his eyes again.

“You aren’t going beat the shit out of no one Alex, chill.” Rory laughs, bringing a glass of beer to his lips.

“I’m beating the shit out of you, Alex, if you come black to that shitty club.” Evangeline reproaches him.

“No one is beating the shit out of no one! It’s my birthday.” Julia bangs her fist against the table.

“Technically your birthday was yesterday, Julia. It’s after twelve, so …” Jack mutters through the whole murmur, rolling up his shirt as if he were about to start a fight, and in two seconds, everything is laughing again, although Alex keeps a frown for a few more seconds and pulls out his phone and doesn’t pay attention to anyone for five minutes.

It is no surprise how fragile the ego of men is.

Night passes and when I tell Rory that Julia practically forced me to stay at her house, he gets happy. Everyone is leaving, including my brother. Now the only one left are Evangeline, Travis, Alex and me.

“I want to pee so bad.” Julia hisses making me laugh.

“And why don’t you go to the bathroom?”

“Because I’m afraid of the hallway upstairs.” She explains with a worried face.

“I go with you, if you want. I also have to go to the bathroom.”

“Well, thanks. I’m also going to change my clothes because I’ve stained myself with pizza sauce.” She says pointing to an orange stain on her pink shirt.

I nod and she let everyone know that we are going to the bathroom. Julia leads me through the hall where we entered when we arrived with Rory and I start up the stairs behind her. She turns to hear footsteps behind me, I do too, and a few steps below me, is Alex.

“Do you know that there’s another bathroom there, right?” Julia asks.

“Yes, but I’m going to this one for the same reason as you, Julia. You should put new light bulbs in that hallway, it’s scary.” Julia rolls her eyes but keeps going up the stairs.

The corridor of the second floor is large, has four doors in total and is only illuminated by a small orange light, it was true, the halls of Julia’s house were scary. She walks at full speed to the last door, squeezing her legs and stumbling, enters the bathroom and closes the door tightly. I lean against the wall, crossing my arms.Alex imitates me and leans against the opposite wall, looking me in the eye. I raise an eyebrow.

“What are you watching?” He asks hostile.

“I’m not seeing anything, I just have eyes, in case that confuses you” I answer with a frown.

“Yes, I know, those have been looking at me the whole night.” He mutters suddenly and takes me off guard. I open my mouth in surprise, but he doesn’t seem to be, a devilish smile appears on his lips, too amused.

“I though you were the one who were looking me all night, Alex. For a minute I though you became mute.” The sarcastic tone sneaks into my voice, causing him to roll his eyes.

“Maybe I just way afraid of talking to you.” He narrows his eyes, referring to a few hours ago, when almost all the girls agreed that the least you had to do on a date was to kiss, if not, you were afraid.

“Oh, it is about that?” I ask without waiting for an answer, but he nods, waiting for him to keep talking.“ Look, Alex, you don’t owe me a kiss, we were just kidding. ”

“Do you think I was afraid of kissing you?” He whispers serious while taking a step towards me, at that moment my pulse goes crazy.

“I mean, if you were it’s okay. I understand.” I whisper as well, all that is heard in the hallway are whispers now, and hissteps slowly approaching to me.

“Afraid of what?”

“You know what..” The words stay in the air and he sighs, stepping closer. My heart beats at full speed and I’m almost sure he can hear it, but I don’t say anything, nothing happens. I listen to his breath, I listen to mine. “Of Ror…”

“I’m not afraid of your brother!” He interrupts me annoyed. “Why would I?”

“Again Alex, it’s okay if you are.” I say calm, but he is still upset, his brows are so close to each other I suspect they hurt.

“I’m not, June. In fact, I think you are afraid of your brother.”

“Me?” I ask laughing “That’s bullshit.”

“Why are hoy whispering, then? Are you afraid that one of Rory’s friends hears of what we are talking about?”

“I’m whispering because you starte…” I begin to say but before finishing the sentence, he grabs the back of my neck, drawing me towards him to stamp his lips against mine. His right hand goes up my waist and I can swear that there is no more space to separate us, my abdomen is on his. His kiss is not rushed or abrupt, but it is soft and slow, but it is enough for all emotions to explode in my stomach and my breathing may shake perhaps too much. His hand goes up and down on my waist to the rhythm in which his thumb of his left hand draws invisible circles on my neck, both movements burn on my clothes and my skin. Suddenly, the bathroom chain makes a rumble throughout the hallway, I can feel it when he is startled and leaves my lips abruptly. I feel a little disappointed when he leans his back on the wall, right next to me. After a few seconds, Julia opens the bathroom door with another shirt on.

“Okay, I’m going down stairs, Be quick, Alex, so I can say goodbye to you. Yes, I’m kicking you out.” Julia says starting to move down the hall.

“Always so sweet, Julia.” Alex’s chest rises and falls to the rhythm of his agitated breathing, I can feel my heart beating in my mouth, but Julia does not notice, she keeps moving forward while singing a song I don’t know.

We both froze in our places while we listened to Julia go down the stairs and then close the red door of the hall, only then we are sure that there is no one in this part of the house.

That’s when he grabs my wrist and only in one movement, he drags me into the bathroom. My heart skips a beat but the emotion mixes with the surprise when I see how big Julia’s bathroom is, it is so large that it looks like a public bathroom and has a large mirror that extends over almost the entire wall.

“I have never been in a bathroom so big …” I say looking at the ceiling and Alex smirking without paying much attention to the place, then grabs me by the waist again and stamps me against the bathroom door, as if he was making sure no one entered. I put my hands on his chest laughing nervously when he catches my lower lips with his teeth, hesitating before kissing me again, In a completely rushed kiss now, but just as soft and loud, I always hated loud kisses, but in this moment I don’t care.

His fingers sneak under my shirt and it doesn’t take long to put his tongue back into my mouth, making me hold on to his gray shirt. His cologne takes me out of balance, and I don’t realize how much time passes when I realize that I am in the bathroom of a person I met no more than a month ago and that I should not be sucking the lips of another person in this place. I separate from him a little, but his lips look for mine again.

“Alex…” I wishper breathing heavy and he takes a little step black nodding.

“Yeah, I know, I know…” He hisses ruffling his hair, he has a side smile stamped on his face and I’m sure i’m completely red.

“Did you prove your point?” I joke fixing my shirt with my hands.

“I kinda did, didn’t I?”

When we return to the living room, Travis is ready to leave, apparently Alex and him are leaving together since Rory is fixing Travis’ motorcycle. Travis gets a little distracted by telling Julia what happened to his motorcycle, so Alex takes advantage.

“I’m not leaving without your number tonight.” He whispers once again. I try to hide my smile and all the feelings that run in my body in this moment, but yes, I fail.

“Another mistake you made the other night.”

“I’d kiss you goodnight if I could.” He whispers, perhaps too close. I bite my lip and God, he didn’t need to say that.

“That’s the cheesiest thing you ever said. “

"You’re still giving me your number, c'mon, we don’t have much time.” He rushes me and pulls out his phone from his back pocket and opens the contact list. I dictate my number and he saves it. He puts his phone again in his pocket and that same arrogant smile returns to dance on his lips.

“Goodnight, Junie.”

I leave the bathroom dressed in Julia’s pajamas and run in the dark to her room closing the door behind me. Julia is arranging the mattresses where Evangeline and I are going to sleep, I turn to Evangeline to help her with the pillows and when everything is ready for us to sleep, Julia sits on the mattresses on the floor, staring at me.

“You know what I asked Evangeline the other day, June?” She asks me when a smile begins to widen in her face.

“Julia?” Evangeline narrows her eyes, not quite sure what her friend is going to say next, but Julia doesn’t pray attention to her.

“See, I asked her if she thought that I had an opportutiny with you, because, let’s be real, you’re really pretty and, believe me, I like pretty girls more than anything in the world.” She starts, confuses me a little, but then, like an idiot, I realize what she’s talking about, Julia is confessing that she likes me. “And Evangeline said "maybe, you have to ask her first”, and I was going to do it, so I invited you tonight to see if you like girls.“ JUlia explains, I’m still little confused, frowning. My gaze goes from Evangeline to Julia, and from Julia to Evangeline. The first one looks like she wants the earth to swallow her, apparently her friend could be making a fool of herself. "But that asshole Alex, oh I swear I hate him.”

“Alex!?” I exclaim, but Julia finds it funny.

“Yes, baby don’t play dumb with me, I heard you two arguing in the hallway, and worse, I heard you kissing each other like you were about to fuck.” Julia spits and I don’t know if I should laugh or cry.

“What?” I ask laughing nervous, Evangeline is as confussed as I am.

“Oh my god, June did you kiss Alex?” Evangeline screams jumping in her place.

“Maybe?”

“Maybe!?” Julia snaps. “I don’t know what was more red, if your lips or your face.” Evangeline burst in a laugh and I cover my face with my hands.

“Was it so bad?”

“Yes! But the worst thing was that stupid smirk of him! Damn, June. I thought I had a chance with you.” She shakes her head with closed eyes. “He is the worst, once I like a girl he decides to kiss her in my house, that’s unfair.” Evangeline keeps laughing so I know that Julia is just joking about hating Alex.

“We can still be friends, you know?”

“We sure can, but I mean, you could have chosen any of the boys and you chose that asshole?” She asks trying to sound funny now, I sigh.

“He’s nice to me…” I murmur “And, I don’t know, I like the way he talks to me when he’s not flirting”

“Oh, June! I’ll pray for you, that idiot never knows what he wants.” Evangeline says wrinkling his nose.

“I’ve kissed bigger idiots than Alex, I’m sure.”

“Poor kid, Evy, shut up. Alex is the nicest guy ever. He’s still kind of a prick but the nicest guy ever. But you have to tell us how the hell that happened.”

I sigh and when I’m about to start talking, my screen lights up with a message from an unknown number. It’s a simple emoji blowing a kiss.

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Alex Høgh Andersen- A Bond Between People (2019)

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a study of souls | alex høgh andersen au

Chapter four: The bad things.

gif credit: @lol-haha-joke

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Warnings: Language, sexual content, mentions and using of drugs, mentions of a toxic relationships, grammar mistakes (english is not my first language)

Notes: This a short chapter and maybe a shitty one as well, but I found it necessary to write it for the fifth chapter, so if you want let me know what you think :)

I leave the building I've been coming to every Friday since I came back from New York and before that. I get in the car and when I fasten my belt and squeeze my fingers on the steering wheel, for the first time after a therapy session I don't feel like turning on the radio.

I understand that my need to turn on the radio doesn't come from the desire to listen to music or to listen to the news, I have more than clear that I have always done it because I didn't like when the words of Cobie, my therapist, echoed in my head.

To come back to the university has been overwhelming, so it was necessary to me to talk with her, she thought the same. I remember the first sessions and how difficult was for me to accept the situation I was in, I don't feel that way anymore, now I like to remember the words she says to me, una tras of chase away the words from my head.

I never considered myself someone who needed therapy, but there had come a point where I had realized that there were things in my head that I couldn't solve on my own.

And we talked about William, because he is the main reason why I am there, and the cause of everything else. We talked about the university, about reliving the previous year, about the professor who supplants William now. She asked me if I still have nightmares, I answered that yes, but almost none this week. I started talking about Rory and how he tries to get me close to his friends, I told her about my unfortunate encounter with this girl called Megan at Alex's party. Cobie finds the situation extremely amusing when I'm talking about Alex and all the things he says to me, I roll my eyes every time.

When I can't stand being alone with myself anymore, just because I want to, I turn on the radio and in a short time I am in front of the bakery. My turn starts in six minutes, according to my cell phone clock. I park and enter through the back door, passing through the kitchen, which is desolate. I hang my keys, put on my blue apron and tie my hair in a ponytail.

I go to the front of the bakery, where Grandma and Mary, the girl who helps her when I'm not here, are. I greet them both, and after a few minutes Annie ends her shift, saying goodbye to us.

"Everything alright?" Grandma asks me, almost cautiously.

"Yes, I needed to talk to Cobie," I say and she smiles at me, that's all she needs to hear to be sure.

"I'm glad" She just says. Then she asks me about the university and about the rest of my day, I do the same. She doesn't ask much about therapy, although I have told her that it is not a forbidden subject and that it does not bother me that she asks me, but she thinks she does not know how to handle it, and despite giving the best advice from her position of grandmother, she thinks it's always better to talk to a therapist.

Suddenly, she looks at the clock hanging on the wall, it marks half past five. Grandma's eyes widen:

"Mrs. Samantha!" she exclaims and quickly enters the kitchen, to come back again with a wrapped package in his hands. She carefully places it on the counter.

"What happens with Mrs. Samantha?" I ask and she shakes her head repeatedly.

"She ordered a cake!" She explains to me, with the most worried look on her face "And you are going to give it to her, while I pretend to be baking back there, you stay here and listen to everything she has to say" She speaks quickly, staring at the door, at any moment mrs. samantha could walk through the door. As soon as I open my mouth to protest, she interrupts me. "Not a word! The last time he came I wasted too much time, now it's your turn"

She disappears through the door of the kitchen, without letting me say a word. I look at the cake in front of me and release a great sigh of defeat; Mrs. Samantha was the lady of the neighborhood who knew everything about everyone, it's fun to have her when they get together for tea, but almost irritating when you find her on the street. When she finds someone who shows a minimum of interest in what she says, she wouldn't let them go until at least fifteen minutes have passed.

A few minutes pass until I see her enter the door. She approaches me with a smile and permeates the whole place with her perfume.

"Hello June, I haven't seen you here for a long time" She greets and rests her hand on the counter, the gold rings shine on her fingers and she taps the glass lightly with her fingernails painted a pink baby, which matches her shirt.

"Hi, it's because I started the university again, I haven't accommodated my schedule yet," I explain and she nods with a smile.

"Good to hear that you continue studying, not all mothers can say that about their children and not all grandmothers can say that about their grandchildren." She approaches me a little, as if she was trying to get me a hint about someone "I hope to say the same about my grandchildren, or at least be able to say that they have a job after finishing high school, like your brother Rory. How is he?"

"He's doing well" I just respond after that strange dialogue, it's obviously that she's trying to talk shit about someone with me, unlike her friends, I don't want to. She keeps smiling at me, waiting for me to say something "I guess this is yours, isn't it?" I extend the wrapped package and she happily takes it in her hands .

"Sure," She replies. "It's already paid, It's for my grandson, today is his birthday and it's my gift. He has always liked Lucy's cakes."

"I hope he enjoys it, then."

"Thank you, June. By the way, I have heard about something and that you are not aware, which I believe it is a shame. I really don't know if I am the one who should tell you, but having you here, I feel the need to do it" Mrs. Samantha speaks in a worried, but almost faked tone. I frown, having no idea what she is talking about and why I should be aware of something in particular.

"Don't scare me, what happened?" She shakes her head severely and gestures me with her finger to get me closer, so I do it.

"Do you remember Hugh? Your high school boyfriend? " She asks me and for a moment, it confuses me, but I remember immediately.

The memory of Hugh suddenly hits me and hearing her call him my high school boyfriend makes me want to laugh. Hugh was the guy I had sex with for the first time as a teenager. I liked him it so much that I had thought I was in love, but he didn't feel the same for me. Eventually, we moved away and stopped seeing each other completely.

"Yes, I remember. What happened with him?" I know it is a bad a idea to ask her that and that I just gave her the chance to tell me the story from the begin to the end, but my curiosity is stronger. And I know as well that is hypocritical to complain about her talking all the time about others people life but wanting to know what she has to say about Hugh. But I couldn't help it, I feel a little bit intrigued by my "high school boyfriend".

Before she starts talking, I hear the door bell that warns that someone has entered the bakery. Both she and I directed our eyes towards the door. Then, the strangest thing in the week happens; Alex himself is standing in the middle of the place, looking confused, as if someone had throw him there without warning.

His blue eyes run all over the place, until he meets mine. I stare at him, saying nothing, he smiles at me almost ... shy? He didn't look like a person who would show shyness, not in front of someone like me. However, I feel out of place, and not only because of that smile that dances on his lips as he advances towards the counter and stops behind Mrs. Samatha, lining up, but also because that night at his house I had treated him so bad. I wanted to ask her what he is doing here after that, but I don't want Mrs. Samantha to witness that conversation, so I turn my attention to her, who starts speaking again.

"He has entered rehabilitation for drug addiction." She tells me, regardless of the presence of the man waiting behind her. I open my eyes big. Her words echo throughout the place and I think even Alex is surprised from the words that come out of the lady's mouth in front of him.

"What?"

"You're listening well! I don't know if Marta, her mother, has sent him or if he has decided it on his own, but yes, it has happened. A shame, he was a good boy, I liked him" he says as if Hugh was already dead. "Marta's mother always told me that he and you made a beautiful couple, and when I found out what had happened, I thought of you. Maybe you could send your condolences to Marta, I'm sure she'll love to hear from you."

Condolences? Was Mrs. Samantha sure Hugh was still alive?

"Thanks for telling me, then. Surely I will." I lie. I wasn't going to do it, I hadn't crossed a word with her in my life, besides, what am I supposed to say? "Hi Marta, I found out about Hugh, a shame. I wasn't his friend, or anything like that, but I feel an emotional responsibility towards him, I wanted to send my condolences since Iost my virginity with him a few years ago. I hope he gets better soon."

"I hope your grandson enjoys the cake" I say again, concluding because I do not want to continue with this conversation or I will burst into laughter otherwise. She asks me to thank Grandma for the cake and says goodbye, disappearing through the door.

I turn my eyes to Alex again, his hands hide in the pockets of a gray hodie, looking at me shy, even a little uncomfortable.

"Rory has passed me the address," he says uncertainly. "He also told me that you live right here next door"

"Ah yes" I answer. "I guess you come to buy something, as you said the other time." I have no idea how to talk to him or how to react, I remember being angry but not precisely with him, Alex had not treated me badly, Megan had done it. But the situation made me angry and I had treated him badly. I wonder if he is mad at me for that.

"I came to apologize, actually," he replies suddenly, taking me by surprise. His eyes shine, he looks at me like a puppy and makes me feel guilty about how I treated him a couple of nights ago, even more than before. That wasn't right, I was the one who should have asked Rory for his number to apologize, not him.

"Why should you apologize?" I ask but really, it's not a cynical question, I want to know why he thinks he should apologize.

"Because I should have known about Megan and stopped her, it wasn't my intention to make you have a bad time. That's why." He explains to me and a little voice in my head yells at me that I'm an idiot for treating him that way. I sigh, as if that was my only reaction.

"You should not apologize, I should do it. You aren't guilty if she doesn't trust in you, I shouldn't have treated you that way," I start saying and he nods frantically. I don't know him not even a bit, but he don't look like that boy who I had seen the previous times, the one who flirted every two words, he seemed genuinely sorry for something he had not done.

"She shouldn't have any reason to trust me," he says and a smile appears on his face. "I don't have a girlfriend, June, I had told you. She's jealous because I don't pay more attention to her."

"It's okay, Alex. You don't need to explain yourself"

"And yet, I do it anyway. I feel like I need to make it up for you"

"Why? You really shouldn't."

"Because you haven't felt welcome in my house and you had a bad night, right?" I nod and he approaches the counter with a different smile, a playful smile this time "So?"

I hesitate, I put my elbows on the counter, holding my face with my hands.

"So? How do you plan to make me forget that horrible encounter I had with your girl?" I exaggerate and he rolls his eyes.

"She is not my girl" he complains "Anyway, hang out with me tomorrow night, I will reward you for that horrible hour and a half you spent at my house"

I sketch a smile when I hear it.

"Hang out with you?" I repeat and he nods "What would happen if Rory finds out that you're inviting her little sister out?" I ask amused.

"Why would he find out?" I had seen it a few times, but I had seen so many times that arrogant smile making itself present on his face.

"If I think it was a horrible night, he'll find out. Otherwise, he won't," I offer.

"Good," he replies. "I'll take a chance, then."

"You should know that if you plan to take me to one of those parties, your mission will automatically fail," I warn.

"I'll keep that in mind. I'll pick you up tomorrow at ten, it's a fact," he announces. "And the fact that I don't have your number and you don't have mine indicates that you won't be able to cancel me" He starts walking on his back as he heads for the door

"And neither do you"

At that moment he sketches a bright smile, it's almost a laugh.

"Oh June," he sighs before opening the door. "I would never cancel you." He finishes by throwing a kiss in the air, keeping the last word once again and disappearing behind the door.

The water in the pot is boiling and grandma cuts vegetables, she is cooking spaghetti and this time at dinner it will only be her and me. The old television in the kitchen is on a cartoon channel, in which I pretend to be very concentrated.

"I can hear you thinking from this side of the room" Her voice fills the silence between us, however, she doesn't turn to look at me, she keeps cooking.

"And what am I thinking, exactly?" I ask distractedly.

"You want to tell me something and you don't know how." She says, I look at her and she also looks at me with raised eyebrows, nodding. She turns again and returns to what she was doing.

"Well, if you make it look like it's a big deal, I'm not going to tell you." I'm kidding but she looks at me annoying.

"June!" Exclaims.

"Lucy!" I play it fun when she starts shaking her head in disapproval. "Okay, but before you start, you must promise not to say anything to Rory." I lean on the kitchen island, ready to start talking, but she looks at me with a frown.

"Why would I tell Rory?" She asks confused.

"Why you should NOT tell Rory is the question."

"Why?" She asks again, more confused than before.

"Promise it first, then you'll know." I anticipate and she sighs, resigned.

"Okay, I promise, June. Now talk." Grandma turns to listen to me and dries her hands with the tips of the apron she is wearing.

"Well, Rory's best friend has invited me out tomorrow night." I announce and she looks at me as if I could explode with happiness, she approaches me quickly ignoring dinner and sits on a stool, putting all her attention on me.

"I knew your brother was going to get you to start going out again, but I didn't expect you to get a date all of the sudden"

"I don't think it's a date, Grandma. But he came to the bakery today to ask me, while you were hiding behind. The party I went with Rory the other night was at his house, and I had a sequence with a girl who likes him. She was jelous of me somehow and treated me like shit." I tell her and she looks at me carefully, with her eyes wide open. "And I've treated him the same way because of it, he came to apologize for something he didn't do. I told him that I was the one who should apologize, but he insisted he wanted to ask me out to reward the bad night."

"Oh honey, he seems so nice."

"Yes he does. But I don't know grandma, he's a little bit problematic. I mean, the first time I met him he had a black eye because he had gotten into a fight" Grandma shakes her head with a smile on his tired face.

"Are you really telling me that a black eye is an excuse, June? The boy has come here to ask you. Besides, when you have not been involved with problematic boys?"

"From today on, maybe?" I joke.

"Oh, shut up June, if the guy is cute and nice with you, you should go out with him. It's simple."

I release a sigh, our eyes remain connected for a few seconds until she imitates me exaggeratedly, releasing a sigh just as long as mine, causing us both to start laughing. After that, she asks me to take the dishes to the dining room, where I know she will bombard me with countless questions about Alex, but for now, the conversation is over.

If I am being honest, it doesn't matter to me that Alex has a black eye and that, from what I had heard from his friends, maybe he is a bit problematic. I don't care that his bruised face was my first impression of him, but I always do that. Like when I was little and I showed Rory a drawing I had made, even though I liked it a lot, I used to say "It's not very good, but what do you think?" I had done that with Alex, "He's a bit problematic, but what do you say?" I seeked someone's approval to stop feeling guilty for not caring about bad things, and tonight, grandma's approval had taken effect.

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a study of souls | alex høgh andersen au

Chapter five: Loser

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Warnings: Language, sexual content, mentions and using of drugs, mentions of a toxic relationships, grammar mistakes (english is not my first language)

Note: HERE IS IT, FINALLY. It took me so long but now I'm on vacations for like three months so I have sooo much time to write. If you like it let me know and if you didn't let me know as well(??, I looove feedback 💖

I know in advance how toxic is for me to expect bad things and imagine the worst scenarios before something good happens. But when the clock starts approaching at 9:40 and there is no possible way for Alex to tell me if he is on his way or not, it is a bit inevitable.

My mind wanders, in a tortuous way, in the possibility that he has forgotten that he invited me out, or simply does not want to come. I imagine the horrible situation of having to tell Grandma that, in the last moment, the boy I talked about will not come. Or even worse, I imagine having to see Alex's face after that.

Grandma has already gone to bed and I am the only person in the living room, with the only company of the dim light of the lamp on the small table next to the sofa, unlocking and locking the phone, forgetting that Alex doesn't have my number and that he won't send me any messages.

Despite all the thoughts that crossed my mind a few seconds ago, I can't help feeling totally nervous, I didn't want to call that a date out loud, but between me and myself that was what it seemed, and it was scary. I haven't had a date for a long time, And I wasn't sure if the things we had with William were dates, they didn't look anything like that. However, I have a fuzzy memory of high school, although almost nothing; during the first years all the girls talked about that, if the boy did not kiss you on the first date, he wasn't interested in you or he was a loser, that was the most effective way to know.

I think that at fifteen everything was easier, I didn't think too much and had fewer first dates than the rest of the girls, but now, at twenty-one, it is even difficult for me to be completely sure that Alex is going to show up or not.

It's not until 10:05 that the sound of the bell rings in my ears, scattering all the silly thoughts in my head. While I get up from the couch I can't help feeling a little, maybe too dumb. I wait a few seconds before walking to the front door with the key in my hands. When I put it in the lock, it seems to echo throughout the house.

I open the door and see Alex in the darkness of the porch of the house, dressed completely in black, with his hands buried in the pockets of his pants. Suddenly, I feel his gaze travel me from top to bottom, to return to my face directly, with a smile a little playful in his face. The nervousness explodes in my stomach but it's fine, I'm fine.

"I see we are matching tonight." He says, meaning that I am also dressed completely in black, in tight jeans and a simple hoodie.

"It looks like we're going to rob a bank. "I respond leaving home and closing the door behind me.

"Maybe to rob a bank is where I'm going to take you tonight."

"That's fine for me." I shrug with a smile on my face, he smiles back but doesn't say nothing for a few seconds.

"Hi June, by the way."

"Hello Alex, I think you are more punctual than I thought."

"I am, actually. Plus, I didn't want you to think I wasn't coming." Confesses, as if he had read my mind. I laugh, maybe it's late for that.

I start down the porch stairs while he follows me, I hear him take a bunch of keys, and when I see from the corner of my eye that they are car's keys.

"Ah, June, I forgot. I introduce you to my car." Alex says with a mocking smile on his lips and points to the only black car that is parked in front of the house.

"Uhh, he looks good." I joke, even though Rory works with cars all the time, I didn't know anything about them, nor about brands or models. My most detailed description of Alex's car is that it is a very pretty black car.

"I bought it a few weeks ago." He explains, going around the car and opening the pilot's door. When he is inside I see him stretch to open the door in front of me.

I get in the car and after putting on my seat belt, I look at him, but this time I look at him fully, under the light of the car I can stare at him better. Only in that moment I realize that the blue and violet bruises have almost disappeared from his face, making me see him almost different because, from the first time I saw him until the last, he still had a black eye.

"He has no mame?"

" You're obviously Rory's sister." He says with a smile on his face, making me laugh loudly.

"Of course I am! When he started working at the garage, I used to go and visit him after school. We named every car" I explain "Yours should have a name."

"Like what?" he inquires, now a little interested.

"You have a nice car, cute cars have ugly names." I tell him but he frowns.

"Who says?"

"Well, me" I answer and he lets out a loud laugh.

"I won't give it an ugly name, June. It has to be a cool mame, like Max."

"Max is boring! You're not naming it Max" I protest shaking my head, but sighs while looking at me smiling, is it so wrong to think that he has a beautiful smile? It is obviously not wrong, the problem is that I would think about it all night.

"You tell me, then. Why does it look like?"

I cross my arms and look around the car as if I were examining it, but I also try to visualize how it was on the outside. I am sure it was recently washed. It is not too bright or too dull, and it is fine. I like it.

"It's Billie" I give my verdict but he looks at me as if he couldn't believe that the most basic name in history has just come out of my mouth. With narrowed eyes and shaking his head, he protests:

"It doesn't look like Billie" He crosses his arms, turning slightly towards me. "Billie is a weak name!"

"You got a weak name!" I try to fight back and Alex laughs, despite complaining, he looks resigned to my choice of name.

"Fair enough, it's Billie, then, just because I can't think a better name." He says and directs his eyes to the front to start the car, I giggle but I say nothing more. Alex continues to look straight ahead, but looks sideways from time to time. "You're not vegan, right?"

"I'm not, why?"

"Because yesterday when I left the bakery I kept thinking about where to take you today, and I tried to remember all the times when Rory talked about you but I couldn't think of anything, besides that Rory talks about you as if you were fourteen or something, sometimes I forgot." I Instantly notice that Alex is quite expressive with his hands, he flips the wheel often only to make a gesture with his left hand. "Because he says" my little sister this, and my little sister the other ", but anyway, I thought that if there is something that is impossible that you do not like are the hamburgers, unless you are vegan."

"Vegan burgers exist, though"

"I know, but I'm not going to take you to eat a vegan burger, June. I'm going to take you to eat the third best burger I've ever had in my life." He tries to fake some mystery in his voice, but fails.

"That sounds promising but, hey, the third one? What happened to the first two places?"

'Well," he begins to explain, "The first place is in a food stand near the subway station, the second is in a small supermarket near home, neither of them are open at this time. Besides, I'm not going to take you to those places."

"Okay, I'm going to believe you for now, but I'm going to have to check it out later."

The car advances for minutes with the windows low, Alex talks about the music that plays, is connected from his cell phone and I tell him that I am glad that he plays his own music because I would hate that he was that kind of person who enjoys listening to the radio, just as Rory is, and that I would hate to tell him that I hate the music of the radio. Alex laughs, he laughs at all the bad jokes I make and makes me wonder if they actually make him laugh or he does just for convenience, but I try to push those thoughts as far as possible.

I recognize this part of the city because it's close to Alex and his brother's bar, but not so much. He parks in front of a restaurant with large windows that allow me to easily see people sitting in chairs. When we got closer, I realize that the place looks like those old bars that were on the routes in the middle of nowhere and I like it, I had never been on that side of the city. I can tell that it is also a café and a bar.

"I made a reservation today." He says opening the door of the place, with a smile on his face.

"Seriously?" I ask laughing.

"No, I have just come here to say that I was coming at night and if they could keep me a table." He explains to me as we approach the bar where the cash register is located. "I used to work here a few years ago, the owner and I get along."

I sit down and wait a step behind him when he rests his arms on the counter, standing on his toes to see who is in the kitchen behind the bar. A red-haired girl who shouldn't be under sixteen comes up with a yellow apron tied around her neck and a big smile on her face when she sees Alex.

"Oh, hi Alex! My mom told me you were coming today." She says, with the small eyes of so much smiling. Alex smiles almost the same way as her, although not with the same enthusiasm she shows.

"Nice to see you Annie, why are you working this late?"

"It's barely 10:30, but yes, I'm helping mom. Saturdays are usually long nights."She explains and only then she realizes my silent presence, her smile fades a little, but when she looks back at Alex, she takes the same strength as before. I had not seen anyone smile as much as she did. "Who's her?"

"Ah, June. This is Annie, my friend when I used to work here." I take a step forward and greet her, although Annie doesn't have the same enthusiasm as before.

"Okay, it's the same table as always. The menu should be there." Alex nods and thanks her before he starts walking towards a table in the back of the place, located next to one of the windows that overlooked the street.

He slides in one of the red chairs to the wall and I do the same with the chair in front of him.

"You really are the most enchanting person, aren't you? How is that i haven't met you before?" I ask as I put my chin in the palm of my hand.

"I guess I have to recognize it, but why this time?"

"I'm talking about that girl, who looks like you've made her day just by coming here, oh but believe me, you've ruined it in two seconds by bringing me."

"Now I'm not following you at all, little June." Alex approaches the edge of his chair, frowning but intrigued.

"What I'm saying, dear Alex, is that that girl is so into you that i'm surprised her face doesn't hurt from smiling so much." I explain but he remains silent for a second, with his eyes wide open, until he begins to shake his head repeatedly.

"That's impossible, because she just turned seventeen, June. I'm pretty sure she knows I'm twenty-five, in fact, for my birthday she gave me a scone." He begins to speak quickly, almost stumbling over his words, but his last sentence makes me let out a laugh so loud that I'm sure it was heard from outside.

"And? I am not saying that you are going to be with her, that's obvious, she is a teenager. I'm just saying that it is very silly of you not to have noticed before and bring me here" A glow of disappointment makes presence in his eyes when he realizes what I am talking about.

"But I just wanted to bring you to eat the third best burger in the world. What should I do? I mean, you're a girl, you should know." Concern sneaks into his voice, and despite the feelings that Annie obviously has for him, I know he doesn't want to upset her.

"Nothing, Alex. She's seventeen, she will remember you as the guy eight years older than her that she used to like in high school. She'll get over it, we all do it."

"Are you sure?" He asks again.

"I'm sure." I try to convince him. "But I mean, come on, how do you guys don't notice things like that?"

"I notice those things." Alex tries to look offended, but he can't hide his characteristic arrogant smile. "I mean... you?"

"I don't like you." I lie, just to bother him.

"Of course you like me, you always blush, it has to mean something."

"Oh, believe me, that doesn't mean anything. Does Annie blush when you talk to her?"

"No, but that's because I don't say to her the same things I say to you."

"Oh, you're so full of shit." I roll my eyes, causing him to laugh.

"No, but really. When I see someone I might like, I notice. But ... Annie? She could be my little sister, she's seventeen! But you know what do I do when I like someone?"

"You're not supposed to tell me that." I interrupt him.

"I take her to eat the third best burger in the world." He ignores my protest and I nod repeatedly, although my heart skipped a beat, I manage to have the same composure as before.

"So are you telling you bring every girl you like here?" I inquire, crossing my arms over my chest, he tries to stay serious, opening his mouth to speak but closing it automatically. He raises his index finger, as if trying to defend himself but I took him off guard.

"That's not when I was trying to say..."

"I have an idea of what you were trying to say." I interrupt him again and he shakes his head, almost resigned.

"Anyway, did you just tell me you got over your Alex?" Alex moves on his chair until he gets a little closer to the table, a little closer to me.

"Of course I did, except that I had a little more luck with my Alex, but my hopes were too high. His name is Hugh and he is now in rehab." I start telling him and he opens his eyes wide, getting a little closer to the tip of his seat.

"The guy the lady was talking about yesterday, right? Your ex boyfriend?"

"Yes, but he wasn't my boyfriend, his grandmother knows me because sometimes we went to his house, but I never talked to his mother, I don't know her. The lady thought I was his girlfriend because we used to see each other, but if so, Hugh would have perhaps too many girlfriends. "Alex nods slowly, understanding my point.

"And he broke your heart." He says, half as a question, half as an affirmation.

"Yes, something like that. At seventeen it felt like he had done it."

"And now?"

"Not so much, at that moment it felt that way, but then you grow up, you realize that there are worse things than believe that someone have broken your heart."

"Like what?" he asks again while a half smile starts to appear on his face.

"I don't know, that someone breaks it for real"

In that moment, a waitress approaches our table and asks if we have already decided our order, but neither of us has touched the menu that is on the table that separates us, but he already knows what to ask for. Alex makes the order, the girl writes it in a small notebook and when she finishes, she turns around and starts walking towards the kitchen again.

I still feel as if a lot of stones had settled in my stomach but he doesn't look anything like that, on the contrary, his back is resting completely on the seat while he looks through the window. I follow his gaze until I find his car, it is badly parked, the front wheel is too close to the sidewalk lane and the rear wheel is too far away, but he doesn't seem to care or doesn't seem to notice.

"Maybe it does look like Billie, you know?" He looks at me again smiling, which makes me smile as well.

The burgers take a long time to arrive and Alex explains that it is because there are many people today, besides, to make such a burger, you have to take the time to do it, that's what he said. Meanwhile, he asks me about the trip Grandma gave me to New York, and suddenly and to my bad luck, he starts to be a little too interested in the subject.

"And how is it that your grandmother gave you a trip to you but to Rory nothing? If Luke would go to New York, at least, he would have to take me with him." He raises his eyebrows, while shaking his head in disapproval, making me laugh.

"Grandma can be very stubborn at times." I explain "so much that she may think that there are things that can be fixed with gifts like that."

"Are you telling me that New York didn't fix anything for you?" He asks joking.

"Almost, I wish that it did actually. I mean ..." I pause, trying to find what to say next. "Have you seen gossip girl?" My question is too serious, but not so much, because he throws his head back, closes his eyes and starts laughing, causing me to do the same. "I'm serious!" I exclaim in laughter.

"Sure, sure, sorry." He apologizes, trying to calm his laughter and make a serious face, I roll my eyes. "I have to confess, I have watched Gossip girl."

"Seriously, it seems too cheesy but when you're there, you think it wasn't as cheesy as you thought and maybe the movies were right. It has its magic, suddenly, the idea of returning home becomes too sad. " I start to wander and when I realize, I can't help feeling a little embarrassed, but when I look him in the eye again he is paying attention to what I say and once again, I fail. My face is totally red. "I don't know, it's different."

"Different in which way?"

"Different in a way that, the mornings are different, the sunsets and well, the nights are something else ..." My voice goes out when I see the waitress who ordered us to approach with a tray and two burgers whose size I am not sure I can finish.

Alex laughs at my surprised face when the waitress puts the hamburger on my plate, and when I raise my gaze to see him again, he raises his eyebrows, signaling that I must begin.

I drop my back in my seat, sliding a little down, letting out a big sigh. Alex looks at me with a radiant smile.

"That's it, I can't finish it." I confess, reaching out to reach the glass with coke on the table.

"You're weak." reproaches leaning his arms on the table.

"I'm a normal person with a normal stomach, I don't know what are you. But this isn't going to stay that way. I'm going to wrap it up and I'm going to take it home."

He laughs for the thousandth time at night and after seeing me squirm for a few seconds, he talks.

"So...?" I straighten up and get close to the table by leaning my arms on the table in the same way he did.

"Well, it's fair," I start "It has no lettuce, but it does have tomato, and bacon and lots of cheese. It's fair."

"Can it get in your burger top?" He asks, wrinkling his nose.

"Unlike you, I had not paid much attention to the burgers I have eaten throughout my life, but yes, it could be. And since I am not a critic of burgers and I settle for very little, I will give it a ten" I state and he raises his fist shaking it in victory.

"Well, then I guess you won't be up for an ice cream."

"No if I don't want to vomit when I arrive home, thank you anyway." I say nodding.

"Next time I guess." He lets out a big sigh.

"Next time, that sounds interesting."

"Have I passed the test?" He asks raising his eyebrows and I remember when I told him that if I had a good time, I wouldn't tell Rory that his best friend invited me out.

"Yes, I think. The burger actually did you the favor, and the music in your car maybe too. "

"So did I make up for you?" A half smile begins to dance on his lips as he gets a little closer to my face.

"You did, I hope you next party won't be as messy as the last one"

"I hope so too."

After paying I stay for a while talking with him at the table before we leave. Alex is much calmer when what comes out of his mouth is not just flattery, and although most of the time he doesn't say things that make me blush, he does it anyway, like when he looks at me paying close attention or laughs in a joke what I do. However, it seems that there is nothing that removes that arrogant smile from his face when my face turns completely red, it is part of him. I notice that he doesn't need to try to be charming at all, he just is like that, winking when he knows what I'm thinking, smiling sideways maybe too often. It is natural.

We left the place a while later, jumping around and talking about when he started working in the restaurant, he opens the passenger door and lets me in.

"Tell me something, what's up with the thing of holding the door for you, ladies?" He asks funny, but I wrinkle my nose.

"Well, do you do the same for your male friends?" I inquire

"Mmmm, no, I don't think so." He responds by frowning.

"You know, men usually excuse themselves saying that is just good manners, but they only do that with women. Start doing that with everyone and then I'll believe you it's good manners." Alex sighs, denying with his eyes closed. "But hey, I'll tell you a secret."

"What?" He asks curious.

"That's not the worst thing men do to women." I stare at him for a few seconds, he looks at me like I'm about to kill him, until I start laughing and his worried face disappear.

"Man, it's just so hard to be a man these days" He jokes and after I let out a laugh, he starts the car back home.

The car advances with low windows and the autumn wind crashes in my face as he keeps talking, he seems not to run out of conversation, which is good, because I almost always make a fool of myself trying to talk something new, but he notices that I'm lousy at talking first, so he does it. He tells me that he has a dog in his house, says that Luke did not approve when Alex talked about adopting one a couple of months ago, so he hid it from him for a while until one day he forgot, and when Luke visited him at his house, he got a big surprise.

"Where do you keep him when you throw parties?" I ask, remembering that when I went to his apartment I didn't see any black dogs.

"He has a little house in the patio of the bar, when there are parties the bar is closed and he stays there. He likes music anyway"

"I imagine." I respond laughing. I direct my eyes to his profile, his eyes are fixed to the front on the road and both arms are stretched towards the steering wheel. His jaw tenses when he realizes I'm watching him and looks at me amused.

"What are you seeing so much?" There he goes, that stupid smile again.

"Your bruises are almost healed" I explain

"Ah, yes, that. Sometimes I forget, but yes, it's almost as if nothing had happened to me. I wish I could say that the other guy got worse, but that night I was a little drunk."

"A little?" I ask laughing.

"A little too much." He affirms.

"At least you learned the lesson?"

"I would like to say yes, but you know, June. Sometimes, people get the worst of me." He jokes and I can't help feeling a little curious about the subject, so I allow myself to inquire a little more.

"He or she?" I let out. He looks at me smiling naughty, a sign that I have not offended him.

"So you've heard the gossip, huh?"

"Sure, it was impossible not to do it" I answer, but I wait with hopes that he will continue speaking.

"I guess she, but I told you, she's angry because I don't pay more attention to her. Besides, I don't want to get back into a fight like that. Luke always gets mad at me and ugh, your brother, don't get me started. This time they said it was the last one that they would stand me in that way. So, yes. As long as I don't get someone to offers me a place to crash when they hit me until almost unconsciousness, I won't be able to do it again." He takes a long breath after giving me another fleeting look and looking back at the road.

"Well, you know my adress already." I joke and he laughs shaking his head.

"Don't joke like that, I might take it seriously."

Alex parks in front of my house and the street is so desolate that it is almost scary. The sound of the engine stops, and suddenly, the tension could be cut with a knife. The silence feels too loud when I look into his eyes, his gaze seems anxious, as if, for the first time since I met him, he didn't know what to say. Alex doesn't look like the type of person who runs out of things to say, but at this moment, he does. He opnes his mouth, but then closes it.

"So..." I try to start talking, nos sure what to say next.

He clenches his lips and my heart skips a beat. It is too obvious that his gaze is on my lips and mine on his. I know that I could approach and kiss him myself, I know it would be very easy but the uncertainty and my insecurity are much stronger than my impulses. I close my fists on my lap and it almost feels as if my hands are burning, the tips of my fingers tickle. He approaches me and gives me the security of approaching me too, being almost at the edge of the seat, Alex returns to take a momentum, with his lips slightly open and I look forward to it, too much for my bad luck, because when I hear the sound of the safety belt lock he seems to lose all the security he had only two seconds ago. His gaze makes his way to my eyes again and he knows it, me too. We fucked it up. He fucked it up.

"It's Julia's birthday next friday, She told me she wants to see you there." He whispers slowly, as if nothing had happened just a second ago. I feel a horrible sensation in my stomach, as if the cravings had transformed into disappointment from one second to the next. I unbuckle my seat belt and nod, trying to smile.

I feel pathetic.

"I guess I'll see you there, then."

"I hope so." Answer, I look down and nod again.

"Goodnight, Alex. Thank you for everything." I finish and when I open the car door I hear him say goodbye too.

"Good night June..."

I walk to the porch feeling my heart beating in my mouth. I close the door behind me as I enter and let myself fall to the floor with my hand on my chest. Fuck it, he was a loser.

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a study of souls | alex høgh andersen au

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gif credit: @lol-haha-joke

Chapter three: Megan

Warnings: Languae, sexual content, mentions and using of drugs, mentions of a toxic relationships, grammar mistakes (english is not my first language)

The university had started a week ago and it has been quite light. That's why after finishing my turn at the bakery on saturday afternoon, I take a shower and I put on my pajamas, ready to get into bed and not leve until the next day.

Only at that moment I feel like the week has ended, and it feels like a relief. When I walked out of the university on friday I could let out a long sigh, perhaps proclaiming victory, my first week had ended.

I didn't want my life to revolve around the man I fell in love with a year ago, but when I walked through those halls and climbed those stairs again, I couldn't help but think of him. The nostalgia hit me instantly, but soon it became anguish and fear. Fear of crossing William on one of those halls, who used to work there. However, he seemed to keep his word, he doesn't work there anymore.

By friday, almost sure that he wasn't going to appear in that place, the feeling of anguish was almost nonexistent, I hope that during the course of the year it disappears completely.

I hear the annoying sound of my phone vibrating against the wood of the nightstand beside my bed. When I take my phone in my hands I see the name of my brother shining on the screen.

"Hi June, are you already in bed?" In a mocking tone, his voice fills the earphone.

"Hi Rory, are you already drunk?" I ask in the same tone of voice of his, but unlike me, Rory laughs.

"No, not yet. But it's saturday, I'm calling to verify if you are aware of the said event or if you are staying home tonight."

"Yes, I think I deserve it after this long week."

"No, you don't!" He snaps and I can almost imagine him squinting "You are coming with me tonight, to a party."

"Is there any possibility to say no?" I ask.

"No, not at all. It's at Alex's, he said "bring little June, if she wants to, I bet she want to" ,, He says, imitating Alex's accent. I couldn't deny that the guy who had been flirting with me last week crossed my mind more than once this week.

"So that's my name now?"I ask, avoiding the question just to annoy him.

"Come on, June. I'm trying to get you a social life here, you know?" He sounds irritated, which makes me laugh. I keep quiet as if I were thinking about it, but I already know that the answer is yes.

"Okay, I'll go, but only if after that, you bring me home"

"Right, I'll be there at midnight, then, is that okay?"

"Yes, of course."

I wait for him to say goodbye so I can say goodbye too, but the silence makes its presence in his line. I know what comes next.

"How was week, June?" He finally asks. It comes out of his mouth in a strange but familiar tone. It reminds me of our aunt Rose, grandma's sister. I can count more akward calls with her than times that she came to visit us, I remember, even now, how grandma used to force us to talk to her everytime Rose called when we were kids and I was ten and Rory fourteen. Rose asked "And how have you been in school? What has Lucy cooked for you today?" All unimportant questions, until it seemed she was about to say goodbye, she used to pause first and then, asked that question that Rory and I hated so much " How are you two doing in therapy?" Rory had sounded the same way, and I couldn't blame him, I knew he didn't know how to ask that kind of questions either. He wasn't talking about the university, he was talking about William.

"If your question is that if I've seen any asshole, the answer is no, not any that I'm familiar with." I hear him laughing, almost relieved "But it was alright, better than last year. The only thing that I can hope for this year is cycle full of routines."

"It always can get worse." He warns me joking and makes me smile.

"You are right, but I hope not."

"It's alright, June. See you later, stay out of trouble."

"I'll try." I say and then I end the call.

When I open my closet, my mind travels directly to William and that upsets me. It makes me angry to think about him when I do something I stopped doing when I was with him, like spend hours preparing for a party and wear night clothes. I wonder if, when he wakes up every sunday beside his wife, thinks of me. Me and all those weekends that we spend in the apartment that he had in the center of town, I wonder if the same thing happens to him as it does to me when I see these little things and I automatically think in every bad decision I made last year.

Anyway, I am again the same girl who cared a lot about what I was going to use the next day in class, although it was less intense, I was just as dumb. Alex's smile is projected in my mind when I think about what I'm going to wear at night and my stomach turns.

Is it lipstick too much? No, it's not! But the heels that I've always used that are hidden somewhere in my room, they do feel like too much. Preparing to go out always feels like too much for a person with too many doubts like me, and at the same time it feels like I'm not doing enough for my image. For my image, what image? THAT WAS RIDICULOUS. The more I thought about it, the more wrong the decisions I had made feel, suddenly, to stay at home sounded better than going out and expose myself to too many eyes of people I didn't know. But no, I wasn't going to do the same thing that I did last year, I'm twenty one, not sixty five, like grandma. I wasn't going to go to sleep at midnight on a saturday. So I decide on a black top with long sleeves and skinny jeans of the same color, I put on my converse and I wait sitting on the living room sofa until Rory arrives.

When I receive a text from him saying that he's outside, I leave the house closing the door behind me. I sit on the passenger seat and I say hi to him.

Rory talks about his job, at the car shop, talks about cars as if I understood, but I pretend to do it, like he does when I talk about the university.

"Is everyone going to be there?"

"Yes, otherwise I wouldn't go."

"Is Helena going too?" I ask with a curious tone in my voice.

"Yes, why?" He frowns but in the moment that he turns his head and looks at me, with raised brows and a smile on my face, he understands. He rolls his eyes, trying to hide a smile.

"Is it that I know you too well or that you are very obvious, Rory? I think both." Rory looks at me horrorized, with eyes as big as dishes and I burst into a laughter.

"Am I?" He asks and I shake my head.

"No, I'm kidding. I don't think you are obvious but if you are, what about it? I mean, sometimes it doesn't have to be a problem to demonstrate that you are into her. Because, to be honest, you are an attractive guy, If you show interest in her, maybe she will do the same.

"Do you think?" He asks, almost hopeful

"Yes, I think. Go with the flow, that's what they say."

"I hope they are right, then" He says, making me laugh, this time a little bit worried.

Rory parks in front of the bar and when we are both standing on the street, he stars talking about how I must not accept drinks from anyone, as if that wans't something I learned when I was fifteen years old . Since the thing with William happened, it seems that Rory sees me as a girl of fifteen years old again.

He pulls a bunch of keys from the pocket of his leather jacket and opens the door.

"Why do you have a copy of the keys of his house?"

"In case of emergencies." He answers.

"And why do you have one intead of, I don't know, his brother?"

"I'm pretty sure that his brother has a copy as well. Besides, I'm his best friend, if his brother is not available, I am."

He turns around and once the door is open, hurries up the stairs. I want to ask him if Alex exposes himself to "emergencies" frequently, and If it is like that, what kind of emergencies. But Rory doesn't give me the opportunity to continue the conversation, he gestures me with his hand to follow him upstairs. When we are at the top of the stairs, on the right is another door and from outside I can hear the trap music that was already heard from the street, but when Rory opens the door of Alex's house, it explodes.

The room is dark and the only lighting is the lights that come from outside from the large window of the room, but nobody seems to bother. Above our heads, there is a large cloud of smoke that extends throughout the room. There are people playing the console in front of the big tv hanging on the wall, people sitting on the floor, on the balcony. I see a large L-shaped sofa where Travis, Julia, Jack and Helena are sitting.

Rory takes off his jacket and asks me for mine, he tells me that he will leave them in Axel's room. I nod and make my way to my brother's friends, who greet me with a smile on their faces, I sit next to Julia, who seems to be already bored of the party.

"You came!" She says, smiling from ear to ear.

"Of course, I think I was invited."

"I'm glad you came" Says when she sees my brother approaching to Helena and say hi to everyone. She approaches to me to whisper in my ear: "Because Evangeline couldn't make it, and I knew that in the moment that Rory arrives, Helena would be all eyes for him." She winks at me, I laugh. "Sometimes you need a partner in Alex's parties." She says through gritted teeth, too close to my face, adding drama to her words. Suddenly, I feel someone sitting next to me and an arm surrounds my shoulders, making me turn towards the person beside me.

"Are they that bad?" Alex asks. A side smile appears on his face when I look at him in the eyes and and there he is, in a white tshirt, with slightly messy hair. His eyes are red, as well as his swollen lips, it seemed that he had bitted them several times. His face is a little better since the last time I saw him, but it is still a little bruised. Even with the poor lighting I can tell. "Hi Junie."

"Junie?" I ask laughing.

"No, I'm not Junie. I'm Alex." He says and lets out a giggle.

"He gets funny when he smokes weed." Julia explains to me and I nod.

"Yes, but nothing else" confirms me and raises his hands, As if he were declaring himself innocent.

"He means that it is the only thing that the joint makes to him" She explains again.

"It's okay, Julia. I'm pretty sure June doesn't need a stoner translator." Alex cuts Julia and she laughs.

"Oh, no. My role wasn't a stoner translator, but a translator of idiots " She finishes and I burst into a laughter.

"Yeah, I had that coming anyway." Alex accepts and Julia nods happily, but turns when Travis shows her a post on Instagram. "But ey, you came! I told Rory, bring June, I bet she will want to come, and now you are here. Did you pour yourself something to drink? " He starts tripping with his words, and I notice him more awake and hyperactive.

"No, but I'm okay."

"Well, how bad then. Because I told everyone that if they wanted to come, their entrance ticket was a bottle of something, but now I have too many bottles of alcohol in my kitchen."

"Oh, that must be a nightmare for a guy like you, isn't it?" I joke.

"For a guy like me?" He repeats my words, a little curious.

"Yeah, you look like a party guy." I explain myself and he nods.

"Oh, right. I personally don't think I'm a party guy. They said "Alex, you should throw a party." And I said no, but they said "yeah, you should." And I said okay, but only if everyone brings their own alcohol because I'm not going to give free drinks to anybody, and now everyone is here."

"They?" I ask.

"Ah, yes, my friends, other friends."

"Then I don't know if you are a party guy, but you are definitely someone easy to convince. "

"Only when I'm high, the rest of the time I'm a pretty intimidating guy."

"You haven't intimidated me." I tell him and he looks at me with that smile that looked arrogant, and at the same time, totally charming. It makes me shiver how charming it is.

"That's because I haven't started yet." He answers me and takes me off guard. I roll my eyes, when I really want to scream on the floor. "I should have told your brother that if you wanted to come, your entrance ticket was a cake, since you work at the bakery, because after what I smoked I will be hungry."

"I don't give cakes for free. If you want one, you should buy it."

"Then I should go to the bakery one of these day, of course, only if you are there."

"It would be a shame if you go and find my grandmother."

"So which days are you?" He asks and I look at him for a second. I was sure that telling him what days I worked at the bakery was pretty stupid, it meant that I wanted him to go and find me. And perhaps, also, it meant allowing him to think that I would be waiting for him to go. And although it sounded stupid, I did it anyway.

"Weekdays in the afternoon, sometimes I help on Saturdays."

"I must remember that, then."

And that smile appears on his face again.

Little by little I go into the conversation that everyone is having, it is a little difficult for me to deal with Travis's internal jokes, but Julia is quick to explain them to me, which I appreciate, she makes me smile. So far, there is nothing out of place, and everyone seems relaxed. Although for me, there comes a time of the night when the smoke of the place begins to suffocate me a little and I have to go outside to take a breath. I let Rory know and he nods.

There's two girls in the balcony when I go out, both of them are too into their own conversation to notice my presence. I rest my arms on the railing. The wind hits my face and I appreciate it, it's cold but for a moment, I don't care.

Again, for the second time tonight, I feel the presence of the owner of the house right next to me, imitating me, resting his arms on the railing. He doesn't say anything, just look straight ahead just like me.

"I remember the first time I smoked weed." I say suddenly and he turns to look at me.

"Did that stay in your mind?" He asks and I shake my head.

"No, I'm just saying that to fill the silence." He laughs, turning his body a little towards me, I keep looking straight ahead.

"And was it good?"

"No, it was boring and when the effect was gone, I was too sleepy... I slept a lot that night" I answer "I remember that the effect hit different to my friends, they laughed a lot, it was fun. I didn't feel that until the third or fourth time, but I always end up more sleepy than anybody." I turn to see him "I suppose that for you it's different."

"I suppose, yeah." He smiles "For me, it makes everything a little bit chill in these kind of places. The rest of the time I don't need it. " He says and I want to ask him why he needs it in these places, but I don't dare to do it. He remains silent for a few seconds before speaking again. "Can I ask you a question?" I nod, a little doubtful, but he smiles again. "Why is Rory always so willing to take you everywhere?" he asks and I laugh loudly.

"I thought you invited me," I say in a smile.

"Yeah I did. Don't think I didn't. But it seems a little strange to me that he wants to take his little sister everywhere with him, especially when he flirts with Helena all the time, doesn't he?" He raises his brows and I smile at the thought that everyone knows about Rory liking Helena.

"Yes, I know, I understand the confusion. Actually, he told me today, he wants me to have a social life again, that's what he said." I explain to him and he nods, a little bit confused yet.

"Again?" He repeats curious.

"Ah yes, again. Before New York, the university and everything, my social life was reduced to nothing. I could do it on my own, but he decides to speed up the process, I guess. "

"So he is doing well," he tells me "I mean, the guys like you. And me too, especially me." Our eyes meet, but I squint.

"You are an..." I start saying.

"I know, I know" He interrupts "you don't need to say it" I roll my eyes when I see how an arrogant smile makes its presence on his face. He rights himself. "You are pretty today." He murmurs and I sigh.

"There you go again."

"No, no, I mean it. You are pretty today." Somehow, he makes me smile. He sounds genuine, not like flirting or playing, which takes me out of balance for a second, maybe that's why I can feel my face burning right now, but the thing that horrifies me the most is that he can see it as well.

"Thanks, I guess" I manage to answer, totally embarrassed. A cruel little voice in my head tell me that that hour that I spent repairing myself worth it.

When we come back in, I sit back in the same place and Alex does the same. I look around the room, my gaze stops at a blonde girl, who stares at me, as if she throws knives at me with her eyes. Suddenly, she begins to approach while staring at me, I don't take my eyes off her, I frown, wondering if she has confused me with someone else or she is just high.

I realize that any of my two assumptions are incorrect when she is close enough to me, at the moment when without prior notice she sits on Alex's lap and plants a loud, red kiss on his cheek.

"I haven't seen you all night." She says to him and suddenly, I feel out of place, because Alex knows that I am and the girl who's sitting on him for sure knows it too.

I stare at Julia, who rolls her eyes and grabs my arm so I can get close to her and get away from Alex and his blonde girl. Then, she whispers "Her name is Megan." She explains and I understand the situation now. I whisper to her what Rory and Helena had told me about this girl, Megan, and how Alex got into a fight for her. I haven't seen her all night, but if I was being honest, I didn't pay attention to anybody since I arrived.

Alex and she begin to have, what it seems, a slight discussion. She seems to want to raise her voice but he asks her to calm down, and the only thing I get to hear is him telling her that this isn't a place for discussions. I don't want to keep listening, so I get up and go to the kitchen for something to drink.

I look at the kitchen counter and all the bottles of alcohol, not knowing very well what to do with all of that. After a few minutes, I decide to open a beer and serve it in one of the disposable cups that are there.

A pointed finger touches my back, causing me to turn suddenly. It surprises me when I see the same girl who was sitting on Alex a few minutes ago is right in front of me, looking at me with an almost friendly smile, almost. She is taller than me, and certainly more beautiful. I would never have wear that tight black dress that she was wearing. She has a smile who could kill anybody, and a body too. When such a girl stood right in front of you, it was impossible not to get a little jealous.

"Hello" She says slowly. I look at her for a few seconds before answering.

"Hello?" The insecurity sneaks into my voice and I have to clear my throat.

"I am Megan, you must be June." Megan introduces herself and I nod, I don't know why.

"Yeah, that's me. Do we know each other?" I know immediately that the words that have come out of my mouth sound a bit hostile, but she doesn't flinch.

"No, but I have a feeling we're going to" He explains to me and I want to laugh because of the nerves caused by the conversation, I have always laughed when I feel nervous. I immediately remember Rory saying that he doesn't like Megan, and that nobody likes her, not even Alex's brother.

"And why is that?" I ask curious.

"Well, you are Rory's brother, aren't you?" She asks and I nod -again- "And Rory is Alex's best friend, and, if you didn't know, I'm Alex's favourite girl, so, do the math."

What she says reminds me exactly at that moment of last week, in which Alex felt the need to clarify that he had no girlfriend, and I supposed that Megan knew that. It was not very difficult to realize what kind of relationship they had.

"Can I ask you a question?" The tone she uses in her voice does not go unnoticed, I look at her as if I could read her mind to know what she is thinking right now.

"This is the second time tonight that someone asks me that question, so yes, I guess," I answer and she laughs.

"Do you like him? Alex, I mean," I open my eyes wide, but she looks at me almost amused, which is chilling. What does she expect me to say?

"What?" is the only thing I can say, Megan lets out a little giggle.

"If you like him." Asks again "Look, I'm not dumb, I've been looking at you, my friends too." She starts to explain and I shake my head.

"I met Alex a week ago, I don't know what you are talking about." I answer with a frown. Her question seems out of place, since I haven't known her for more than twenty minutes, but she keeps smiling the same way.

"That didn't sound like a no."

"That sounded like an I met him a week ago, I don't know him."

"So the fact that you have been looking at him all night at all times is pure chance? I'm gonna tell you again, June, I'm not stupid." The hostile tone sneaks into his voice and she no longer looks at me in the same sweet way as she did when she introduced herself, on the contrary.

"I don't understand the point of this conversation." I interrupt her and she takes a step towards to me, trying to intimidate me, but it makes me laugh, and no because I'm nervous, laughter of actual amusement. How is it that she could feel threatened by me?

"The point of this conversation is that you should know your place, June. That's the point, I'm trying to be kind, it's almost my duty to inform you, stay in your lane" She is no longer nice, she is almost angry, irritated by me.

"Is that a threat, Megan? Are we still in high school?" I raise my hand and push her away, returning her to the same distance she was before.

"Take it as you like" she says ignoring my question "As long as it is clear to you"

She ends and stares at me, with an arrogant look, as if she expected me to leave so she can have the last word. I was never the type of girl who fights for boys, and although she seemed to be used to it, I wasn't going to start now.

"No, in fact it wasn't clear to me, Megan, tell me if I understand it;" I begin to say when she seems to be convinced that I won't contradict her at all. "you, who have a very close relationship with Alex, come to ask me, someone totally oblivious to that relationship, to know my place. What I believe, Megan, is that if he and you have such a relationship, both should know your place, not me. Alex and you."

Before she could answer something, even make a face, I surround her and leave the kitchen, feeling a little lost where to go. I didn't want to tell Rory that this girl, Megan, had irritated me and that I wanted to go, it was ridiculous. But I also didn't want to stay and have to put up with her looking at me all night as if she was about to kill me. Maybe it is a bit of a coward of me to run out of the situation, but it is not very smart to stay there either.

I approached Rory, trying to hide the bad face I had, the last thing I wanted was a scandal and look like a fool. So I leaned to where he was sitting and whispered in his ear that I felt bad, if he could take me home.

"Already?" He asks and at that moment I couldn't hide my bad face.

"Yes, already. I have girl problems." I lie, because it is the only way Rory would understand it, or not, but he wouldn't ask about it.

"Well," He says simply "Go for your jacket and I'll wait for you outside." He gets up from his seat and looks for his car keys in the pocket of his pants. I turn around and head to where I remembered Alex's room is. I go in and close the door behind me. There is a king size bed in the middle of the room and above them, lots of coats of every colors; It is going to take a second to find mine. On the two sides of the bed are two small drawers, with a lamp in each one of them.

I don't stop to observe the place much, the sooner I leave, the better. I walk to the bed and start to dig through all the black jackets I find, none is mine. I hear the door open and slam shut, I get scared, startling.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" I hear Alex's voice, less altered than I had found him when I arrived. I nod, I don't even try to say that it's alright because it's not. "Are you already leaving?"

"Oh yeah. I think I was kicked out," I answer as I continue searching through the coats.

"What?" I hear him confused, I stop what I am doing to look at him. He frowns, waiting for me to answer.

"Your girlfriend" I answer with determination, I don't even know why I do it, I know she isn't, but I'm so upset that that's the only thing that comes out of my mouth. "She introduced herself, She said something like, nice to meet you, I hope to see you around but not really, you know, she even threatened me a little." the anger is noticeable in my voice and in the way I spit the words one after the other, that seems to take him out of balance.

"Megan?" It's all he says. I stir again between the coats.

"Oh yes, her." I say, and just in time I find my jacket among many others. I put it on and I face him "I didn't come here to be treated in such a way Alex, I shouldn't be dealing with girls like her just because you don't clear things up"

I head towards the door and he follows me with his gaze, unable to say anything about it, with worried eyes. He turns when I put my hand on the door handle.

"Thanks for the invitation, Alex. But I don't like being in places where I'm not really welcome," I say and then leave the room without giving him the opportunity to say anything.

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