A/N: So, this is the second chapter. There's going to be three and a possible epilogue. So keep reviewing people. It keeps me happy.
Inspiration: Like, I said. I love seniors. I love volunteering at the seniors home. I lost my grandparents when I was younger, so I never got to have 'that' bond with them.
Disclaimer: I don't own WOWP, Alex Russo, any of the characters but maybe Dolly. I don't own Uggs, Young Hollywood, and Converse either. Oh, and I definetley don't own the beautiful song, 'Collide' by Howie Day. h t t p : / / w w w . y o u t u b e . c o m / w a t c h ? v = I l z c V j z l f e I
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You and I, Collide
Alex blinked, staring up at the ceiling. New York sunlight was pouring through the thickness of her blinds. She lay there for a moment staring at one spot for seemingly hours, before rolling herself off the bed into her comfortable Uggs. She moaned as the soft wool tickled the tips of her toes and bottoms of her feet. She sat on the edge of her bed and used her index finger, pointing at her closet. And then, in a low whisper. "Today I don't know what to wear, So give me something chill with flair."
Hangers magically floated out of the closet right in front of her. She surveyed her options before finding something to her liking. She topped it off with accessories, slid into dark grey converses, grabbed her shoulder bag and left the room.
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Alex pushed the glass door open, observing the same set of seniors smile at her. This time she gave them a wave and a curt little smile before walking into the elevator and pressing the familiar '9'. She recognized someone she'd met before. The woman from days ago, Mildred or something.
"Hey sweetie. " The woman gave her a toothy smile and reached for her cheeks, grabbing another huge chunk and squeezing it tightly, almost wrenching it off.
"OUCH. Didn't I tell you I had sensitive cheeks before?" Alex gently took her wrist and pulled it off, before bringing her other hand to rub her sore cheek.
Mildreds eyes narrowed curiously, she tiltled her head just so. "No, I don't remember you telling m e that. I don't even know your name. What is it, dear?"
Alex took a step back, absolutely confused. She had met Mildred days before, why didn't she know her. Alex knew herself pretty good enough to know that she was pretty damn unforgettable. She clutched the strap of her bag tightly with her right hand. "Don't you remember me?"
"I've never met you before in my life." Mildred stated, giving her a curious stare as if she were a complete lunatic.
Alex's eyes widened, as the thoughts processed in her mind. She didn't understand. Her thoughts were interrupted by the ding from the elevator and the opening of the doors, signalling her arrival on the ninth level. She waved once more and watched Mildred give her a small confused wrinkle of a smile as the elevators closed. Alex hummed, still thinking about the interaction with Mildred as she walked to the door, tapped twice and let herself in. It was their new system. Dolly had said, 'My door's always open for you, my home's always open for you.' She smiled as she heard the familiar clacking of needles.
"Alex?" Came the question, with an anticipating tone.
"Yup, it's me." Alex emerged from the dark hallway and waved before jumping onto the couch. "What's up?"
"Nothing. Just knitting. The usual thing." Dolly smiled, not even looking up. Alex tried making out what she as knitting before Dolly pulled it away and hid it from her line of view. "Uh uh uh, you can't see it yet."
"Pfft, fine." Alex playfully rolled her eyes before she reached over for a pillow and hugged it tightly to her chest. "When can I see it?"
"When it's done." Came Dolly's mischievious reply, followed by a smirk. A bit of Alex had rubbed off on her. "Here, why don't you watch TV?" She pulled out a small remote out of the huge crevice in the couch.
"You have a TV?!" Alex's eyes widened and her jaw dropped slightly at the news. "So I've been watching you knit this whole time while you had a TV?"
"Yes." Dolly smirked at her once more before handed the remote to Alex. "It's in the dresser. Those cupboard doors hide it." Alex walked over before curiously pulling the knobs to reveal a decent sized black Television. She smiled as she made herself comfortable on the couch once more and pressed 'Power'. She flipped through the channels boredly. Golf, Wrestling, Young and the Restless, Hannah Montana ... Young Hollywood... Her face lit up as Shia's face popped up onto the screen. "OMIGOSH, SHIA LEBEEF! He is totally hot!" She swooned as they showed clips of his new movie.
"Someone has a crush!" Dolly sang under her breath. "For me it was Cary Grant." She laughed, nudging Alex and reminiscing memories.
"Who?"
"Oh, nevermind. He was before your time." Dolly sighed as she glanced up at the screen just as 3 well-groomed boys appeared with dazzling smiles.
"Ew. Connect 3. Overexposed Overrated Old-dressing Teenybops." Alex's eyes narrowed into slits filled with repulse and contempt. She watched their too-perfect gestures, listening to their too-perfect answers on an red carpet interview, all clad in black tuxedos. "Anyone who listens to their junk is a brainless twit." Alex remarked, eyes still glued filled with disgust.
"You don't like them?" Dolly asked, clearly amused at Alex's pure hatred.
"Like them? I hate them. They're over rated and exploited. I swear every girl in my school thinks she'll marry one of them. Delusional freaks." Alex laughed as she turned off the TV, clearly bored. "Anyways, their lyrics are shallow. No meaning at all."
"If you say so." Dolly smiled. Alex stood up and wandered around the room, examining the pictures once again. She stopped at one, it had a small number of people in it. A younger version of Dolly and a man who stood beside her. A younger woman with curly hair, who was being held by a stout man with glasses. At the bottom were three boys. One was taller, he looked like a tween and he had short straight hair and almost identical glasses to Dolly. Another one, who had dark hair was making a monkey face at the camera. He had matching glasses as well. And the youngest child was clutching to Dolly's leg, peering curiously from behind, hiding his face with cute little ringlets. The hair must be genetic. Alex subconsciously let out a little giggle, and bit her lip realizing she had just done it out loud. He looked familiar. She stared once more and the adorable little boy before taking her rightful seat beside Dolly on the couch.
"Hey Dolly, Do you know Mildred?"
"Yes. Yes, I do." Dolly was still clearly focussing on her work.
"Well, I met her like a week ago. But when I saw her today, she didn't recognize me. She said she'd never seen me at all. It's was so weird, like X-Files weird." Alex finished with the Twilight Zone tune.
Dolly looked up sadly, taking her first break from knitting. She had pity in her eyes. "Mildred has alzheimers. Her memory fades on her a lot of times. It can't be helped or cured. She's still blessed to have her family visiting all the time though. She's a very sweet woman."
"Pfft, Your family should be visiting you. They're missing out a lot, I must say. I'm surprised you don't have a huge line of visitors." Alex snorted, as she tucked her ear behind her hair, lifting her legs onto the couch.
"My families always busy. And truth be told, you're my only visitor." Dolly frowned, her eyes moistening at the thought of what was to come. "Haven't you finished more than three quarters of your 40 hours already anyways? Couple more days left... " Dolly tried hiding her disappointment.
"Dude .. I mean, Dolly. I'm always coming to visit. Expect me, like all the time. As in, new batch of cookies everyday." Alex smiled, winking at her. She absentmindedly scanned the room and her gaze rested on the piano. "Do you play?"
"I used to. Do you?" Dolly asked, following her gaze towards the piano.
"No, not really. I'm more of a guitar person, I actually write songs." Alex smiled, crossing her arms together, with a small sense of pride.
"Play one of your songs for me. I have a guitar behind that piano. Go and fetch it." Dolly ordered placing her knitting needles to the side, cleverly hiding it with a pillow.
"I'm not that good ... " Alex warned her reluctantly, pulling the guitar from a nook behind the piano.
"Oh, nonsense. Just play." Dolly waved her hand, submissing her fears.
Alex sighed, as she sat on the edge of the tea table. She held the guitar securely and slid her fingers across the steel strings of the guitar. She rubbed her palm over the bright wood before placing her fingers on the proper strings. She started strumming the chords and was magically whisked away with her music.
She waited on cue and begin to sing in a clear and smooth voice.
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The dawn is breaking,
A light shining through,
You're barely waking,
And I'm tangled up in you,
Yeah
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She looked up meeting the eyes of a very proud looking Dolly. The ends of Dolly's mouth were lifted up into a smile and the skin by her ears with creased with interest in the song. So she continued.
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But I'm open, You're closed,
Where I'll follow, you'll go,
I worry I won't see your face ...
light up again.
Even the best fall down sometimes,
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme,
Out of the dark that fills my mind,
I somehow find, you and I, collide....
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Soft footsteps were unheard by Alex. Her eyes tightly shut passionately pressing on her journey with her music.
Dolly looked up and her eyes slightly widened at who was hiding around the corner staring curiously at the girl. His gaze transfixed confusedly, before looking back at her grandmother questioningly. Dolly acknowledged him with a nod before turning back to Alex who had finally opened her eyes, glancing up at Dolly.
Dolly smiled back at Alex and humourously added her own thing to the song. Softly accompanying her chords with a 'do dooo do doo'. Alex beamed and giggled, unaware that someone was watching her from behind.
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I'm quiet you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind
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More 'do doo do doos' from Dolly as she winked up at the boy who was leaning on the corner. Mesmerized by Alex's strumming and singing. His eyes met with his grandmothers and he smiled as well.
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Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide
Don't stop here I've lost my place I'm close behind
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Alex opened her eyes once more, almost bringing the song to an end. Even though two other people in the room were wishing it never would.
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Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to ryhme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
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The boy, too entranced, harmoniously joined her in singing the last line. "You and I collide."
Alex quickly twisted around, upon hearing the voice finish the line. It sounded so familiar, like she'd heard it too many times before. But it was a .. good familiar. Upon eye contact with dark hazel eyes, her eyes widened as she temporarily lost the ability to speak. It was him, the little boy in the picture. Except .. all grown up.
"Hey, wait. You're Nate Grey ... " The shock finally wore off and her eyes narrowed into a glare. "What're you doing here?"
Nate opened his mouth, quickly surveying the girl, now that she stood up. She was pretty tall. Clad in dark grey vintage washed skinny jeans, a floral top, a long black vest, and a huge peace pendant. The bangles on her arm jangled as she crossed her arms. He finally remembered. Talk, Goddamnit Nate! "Visiting my grandmother, And that's my guitar!"
Alex's mouth opened in shock as her eyes quickly shot between Dolly and Nate. "You're her ... but .. what? Ungh. Have your stupid guitar! I don't want your diseased germs on me anways. Losing brain cells as we speak." She snapped, stepping forward and thrusting the guitar at him, hitting him softly in the gut. It was then that she realized that a small N.G. was carved on the arm of the guitar. She cursed herself for not noticing before.
"GLADLY. I wouldn't want a nasty thing like you touching it anyways. Did you call that music? My ears are still bleeding." He retorted placing his hand on the arm of the guitar, quickly brushing his palm over her fingers.
She gasped and pulled her arm back as if he had burned her. Both of them, stood there. Pasted in their spots, glaring at eachother.
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