Alex Kelly stood before me smirking and holding a bowl of cereal. Her golden hair falling into her crystalline blue eyes. She walked over to the couch eyeing the television and me.
"What?" I asked. She slid down next to me holding her cereal carefully to make sure it didn't spill. I grabbed the spoon out of the bowl and put in my mouth.
"Hey, that's mine." She pulled it out of my mouth and hit me playfully. I smirked and pulled the blanket closer to me. I realized she was trying to get under the blanket too so I lifted it up letting her slide in. She smiled graciously. She looked over at me again and than the TV.
"Why do you keep looking at me?" I said. She just shrugged. I grabbed a pillow from behind me and hit her in the head. She playfully growled and stuck another spoonful of cereal in her mouth. I continued to stare at her until she finally spoke.
"Alright, alright. I just find it amusing that you enjoy this movie." She said looking at the television. SLC Punk was blaring from the t.v.
"Why?" I asked seriously. Her face changed and she looked at me worriedly. She thought she had offended me.
"No, I didn't mean anything by it. I just mean you are just-" She started to stutter. I laid my hand on hers to stop her.
"I get it. I'm not a typical punk chick that you hang out with." She began to laugh.
"Punk chick?" She fell into a fit of laughter. I grabbed the pillow I used before and I hit her again. She laughed and moved the bowl of cereal from her lap and put it on the table to the side of her. She sat back and laid her head on the back of the couch. I saw her eyes drift asleep and I felt myself studying her features. Those cheekbones, the eyes, and that blonde hair with the small streak of purple. I just kept thinking of everything she does. Why does her lip curl back when she smiles? Or the way she twiddles with her hands when she's nervous? And most important of all why do I care so much? Her eyes opened slightly and I felt my heart leap up in my chest. She looked at the television than faded back into her dreamland. For some reason I wanted to be there with her. To know what she was dreaming about. Alex. Alex. Alex. That's all I wanted to dream and think about. Why was this happening to me? And why did I think about Alex all the time? She's a girl and so am I. I've always wanted men. Wait, am I attracted to Alex Kelly or even worse in love with her?
