Now the story really starts. I own nothing but the plot. Also I know that later on I say that Alex has green eyes and I know that in reality she has brown eyes but her having green eyes is just something that makes this a little more personal to me, sorry. Review if you like it, thank youuuu.
1. Here we go again.
"Miiiitch, time to get up!"urgh. I roll over onto my front and pretend I don't hear her, maybe she'll think I'm sick and leave me alone. I try and fall back to sleep but my hopes of her giving up are short lived as I hear my mother storming up the stairs. Next thing I know my door is forcefully swung open and my mom is standing at the foot of my bed with her hands on her hips. Shit. She looks pissed.
"Mitch, it's the first day of school, get your ass dressed now because if you miss the bus I swear to God you are walking to school" I answer with a muffled ok as my face is still pinned against my pillow, making no effort to wake up.
"How can you be so tiered all you did this holiday was stay in your room and sleep!" there was some truth in what she was saying I did stay in my room all holiday but I was definitely not sleeping. I couldn't sleep, my brain wouldn't allow it. The constant stream of thoughts kept me awake. Thoughts of Alex.
"I'm being serious, up NOW" with a groan I force my self out of bed and give her a sarcastic smile. "Happy?"
"Completely" she says with a fake smile of her own as she exits my room.
I avoid my mirror as I walk to my closet and throw on the first thing I see, there is no point in making an effort. Its not like she will pay any attention to what I'm wearing anyway. She's not like me. She doesn't analyze my every detail. She doesn't memorize every word I say.
I slump over to my bathroom and brush my teeth and then look in the mirror. The bags under my eyes were getting increasingly darker and the sleepless night and lack of sunlight were not exactly doing wonders for my skin but like I said there's no point in making an effort. With a huff I walk out my bedroom door and dread the day to come.
I walk into homeroom with my head down hoping she won't notice me but of course, she does. She immediately runs up to me and engulfs me in a hug. Her smell. It hits me like a ton of bricks and intoxicates my whole being. At first I freeze up but then I let my self go and I cling onto her like my life depends on it, for a minute I feel complete. My heart sinks a little as I feel her pull away. She looks at me with her gorgeous, green eyes and a smile from ear to ear that makes my heart beat like a mad women. "I can't believe I haven't seen you in 4 weeks! It feels like forever!" ha, she had no idea, everyday without her felt like an eternity. Usually we would of definitely seen each other but Alex is originally from England and she spent the holidays with her family over there.
"I know, I missed you" I said trying to hide the depth of pain that that sentence really held.
"I missed you sooooooooo much" she exclaims playfully, I can't help but chuckle at how cute she is. She takes my hand, my fingers burn at the touch, and drags me to our seats. We always sat next to each other whenever we had a lesson together, which both fortunately and unfortunately for me, was often. Fortunately because I hated being away from her and in lessons where I wasn't with her I was just waiting for lessons I was with her anyway and unfortunately because it was another hour of hiding my feelings and trying not to do anything stupid. I sit at my desk and focus on the teacher, resisting the urge to turn my head and study every feature of her perfect face. The uncomfortable ache in the pit of my stomach is back. It used to be butterflies, playful and sweet, but even they have grown tiered now. I inhale deeply and lay my head on the desk. I close my eyes and focus on the ache in my body. The ache that I knew I would inevitably feel ever since she first walked into my life two years ago….