I have thoughts where ever I go. On the bus, lying on my bed, sitting in my(very uncomfortable) desk chair, in the middle of class(I lose interest fast), in the bath. My thoughts could range from magical realms to the secrets of the world to what will become of me one day. But lately, my thoughts have been taken else where...
I'm an ordinary girl, with a mundane sort of life with a mix of mundane sort of problems. My parents divorced at a young age, but that happens to many people now days. I don't have many friends, though I have a few that count for a lot. I don't have a boyfriend, though I never really cared much for them anyways. The only think that was highly exceptional about me was my grades, which were always above average. It was no wonder I sought adventure in my thoughts.
But if there was anyone who could take me of my little world...
CRASH!
Alice sighed, instantly knowing what, or, as she knew, who it was.
"Alfred." Alice said curtly, not turning around.
Said boy, who had face planted thanks to his fall, grinned, giggling slightly, "Ally cat! Wassup!"
Alice's face colored, making her scream, "DON'T CALL ME THAT YOU GIT! And stop using that word, it is 'What is up'!"
Alfred laughed, loud and obnoxiously, Alice thought dryly. He grinned impishly up at her, unknowing making butterflies grow in her stomach, and replied, "But you look so cute when you're mad."
Alice sputtered, her face growing in color every moment. "I am not cute!" Alice shrieked, "Belt up, wanker!"
Alfred gave more hysterical giggles, making Alice give him a cold glare. "What is so damn funny?!" She demanded.
Alfred calmed himself slightly, still giggling and grinning up at her though, the answered, "Well, not only did you say a bad word, but I can also see your panties from here!"
It would be him...(And it is said, that poor Alfred still has bruises from that day.)