That's right everyone, I'm back! After three months I've returned and well I won't keep you waiting any longer. Here it is!
Lexi's P.O.V.
"I'm so bored!" I complained. You would think that being on a private government jet flying back to America with Alex Rider sitting across the aisle from me would be more fun. But no, all he wants to do is sit there and read some stupid book. I mean come on it's the twenty-first century. What guy actually reads now a days? Because seriously the only thing that I've ever seen my boyfriend read that's anything close to a book is either sparknotes or cliffnotes of a novel we're supposed to read for English class. And I count myself lucky if he even does that much because otherwise I have to explain it all to him.
But evidently only I would get stuck with an extremely hot guy who would rather read a book than just hang out and talk with me. I wonder what the hell I ever did to disserve this… okay so I don't wonder, I know what it was, but still this seems like a bit of a harsh punishment. Hmm, so if I can't have double o seven entertain me what am I going to do?
Well I have been meaning to update my fan fiction account and I guess this gives me the opportunity I need. Now which fic to update? Uglies? Vampire Diaries? Nightworld? A-list? Pretty little liars? Gallagher girl? Ugh! The endless choices!
"Phst!" I whisper yelled to Alex. He looked up and raised his eye brows. I could already tell that he wasn't very interested in talking to me right now, but oh well he can deal with it. I made a mental note of how he kept his index finger on the page he left off on in his book as he closed it.
"And your reason for disturbing me this time is…?" Well when you put it that way it almost makes me feel somewhat kind of bad for wanting to ask you a question. Talk about a complete turn off.
"I'm having a slight problem deciding on something and I would like to have your opinion on the matter." Not that it really matters what he thinks. I just can't decide myself and I really would like someone to decide for me before I rip my hair out from the annoyance of the situation.
"The answer is yes." What the eff! I didn't even ask the question and the answer is automatically yes? For all he knows I could have been asking him if it's okay if I kill him or something of that nature. Or maybe I'm being too hard on the guy. I mean it could just be that his girlfriend just has him trained so well that he just answers yes to everything.
"Um, thanks?" Well that was a major waste of five minutes of my life. Hmm, now what? Well I'm feeling in more of a Vampire Diaries mood actually now that I think about it. Those Salvatore boys are just so much fun to write with. Sweet Stefan, bad boy Damon, and then there's Elena. A classic love triangle, well minus the whole vampire thing. And plus the TV show is epically amazing! Every single one of the guys is incredibly hot.
Okay, now down to business. I quickly unzipped my sepia with harlequin trim messenger bag and swiftly pulled out my deep sky blue Mac that's decked out with shocking pink decals. Yah that's right I'm a color kind of person get over it. I cracked my neck, stretched my arms, and then cracked my knuckles. Time to do this shit.
Okay now where did I leave off on… oh right I remember now. I just started writing the first chapter and left off right at the end. With my mind set on how to wrap up this chapter I let my fingers fly across the keys.
I was speeding down the street with Elena in my passenger seat. She wasn't really that bad when she was sleeping. She looked very innocent and beauti-. My phone's vibration cut my thought short. I looked at the caller ID and smirked.
"Hello brother."
"Damon!" Stefan yelled. "What did you do to her?"
"Well, I've done a lot of things with a lot of girls. You need to be more precise." I smiled knowing it would drive him crazy, or mad, or maybe both if I'm lucky.
"Damon you know what I'm talking about. Where's Elena?"
"Oh her. Well, she's right her actually."
"Let me talk to her Damon!" he growled through his teeth.
"Well I would but she's… out of it right now."
"Damon you son of a bi-" that's when I snapped my phone shut and tossed it in the back seat. Messing with Stefan was just getting better and better over the years.
"Damon," mumbled Elena. I turned expecting her to be awake and glaring at me, but she whispered my name again and rolled over. That was weird. I was about to probe her mind about that dream when she murmured "Stefan."
I glanced up from my awesome little burst of inspiration with a goofy grin on my face. I was so in the writing zone right now and nothing was going to be able to stop me, not even Mr. Negative over there. Speaking of (well I guess technically thinking of) I glanced over at him, and to my surprise he was staring right at me. I wouldn't really call it an intense gaze, but I wouldn't call it gentle either, it was more of a combination of both. To be frank, it was a tad bit unsettling. Usually when a guy's staring at me it's with lust, admiration, or jealousy, not this weird almost indescribable look.
"Um can I help you?" he looked shocked that I just straight up basically asked why he was staring at me. I mean he's pretty upfront about stuff so why is it shocking when I do it? Ugh, guys are so, so ugh!
"No, not really." Then he went back to his book, but I didn't buy his act. He was wondering something about me and I was going to find out just what it was. I kept my eyes glued to him like a hawk to its prey. After a few minutes of pretending to read (I could tell that he wasn't really reading since he didn't have the same page turning rhythm anymore) he snapped the novel closed and looked up. Bingo! "Actually, what are you typing over there?" oh, he probably thinks it's like my diary or something girlie.
"Well, if you must know I'm writing a fanfic." His eyebrows perked up and his chocolate brown eyes slightly widened. Okay, so either that means he wants an explanation of what a fanfic is or he knows what it is and thinks I'm crazy. I'm going with the first one. "A fanfic is a story-"
"Yah I know what a fanfiction is," he cut me off, "I'm wondering what you're doing writing one." Ouch. That burned. Then again I do come off to most people as a preppy, rich, daddy's girl who can't do anything for herself, let alone know how to write. It's really a shame that he stereotyped me like that. After all I am a spy and you should never underestimate a girl, let alone one who can hack into the cyber space that runs the world.
"Well I'm not illiterate if that's what you're trying to imply thank you very much." Humph! I crossed my arms over my chest out of habit, and frowned. I learned from a very young age that when people piss you off if you don't feel like screaming at the top of your lungs at them, just take a pissed off pose and glare.
"I wasn't implying anything, you just jumped to that conclusion on your own." Ughhh, great job Lexi. You just managed to make yourself sound like an idiot who undervalues herself and has a hot temper. Yah know it's a wonder that I even have a boyfriend. "And you completely evaded my previous question. What are you doing writing fanfiction?"
"It's my escape…" oops, didn't mean for that to come out. Now he's going to want an explanation for my answer. Okay, deep breath and just spit it out. "Whenever I have a bad day or feel like the worlds turning against me I can always write. It's constantly there for me and doesn't judge or cause drama or try and ruin my life even more than it's already messed up. I can just lock myself in my room and blast music until the real world fades into the background and my imagination can run free." Oh my gawd I cannot believe I just said that out loud.
I've never told anybody that before, ever. Not even my boyfriend or my best friend. I wonder why I feel like I can tell him things like this when half the time I can't even admit they're real to myself. Hell, I can't even own up to these things with my shrink, and I pay him to listen to me rank about my problems. Oh well, better to be open and honest with him than secretive and insecure.
"Yah I understand you. It's the same way with me and soccer. When I'm in the zone it's only me, the ball, and the goalie. Everything else is just background noise I have to deal with later." I contemplated what he said for a moment and sighed. Him being the whole tortured soul I can relate thing just made him that much hotter. "And I'm sorry if you feel like I've been too inquisitive."
"Nah, don't worry about it. If I thought you were being annoying I would have slapped you by now." Okay not the best thing to say after telling a guy - that I've only known for about six hours - something that's been locked up in my brain, but hey it's me and it says I'm alright now.
"Lexi," he looked straight in the eyes. It was such an intense gaze that I had to glance down at my hands instead. "if you ever need to talk about something, anything at all, just tell me and I'll listen." Awww! How super sweet of him to say that. I swear if he didn't have a girlfriend and I wasn't dating my very own hottie, I would have kissed him right here and now.
"Thanks, I might take you up on that one day. And I want you to know that you can talk to me about stuff too." The only response I received was a nod and then he went back to him book. Well I guess that ends that moment, and what the hell is he reading! That book is really starting to bother me…
And there you have it! I thought that Alex and Lexi needed a cute little bonding moment so that things run a bit smoother between them. And the fic that Lexi's "writing" is real and up on here. It's called Torn Between Two by Bookloverr26. And for those of you who don't know Bookloverr26 is my account I share with my friend (so yes I had permission to use it on here) for fics we write together. Anyways please review!