Disclaimer: I'm not proud of myself… Does anyone have any idea how stressful life is? All I want to do is sit down and write and every time I find some time I get interrupted!!! : I'm very angry that this update took so long… Along with my sister's birthday and Easter and final exams and stupid essays I had to do I also was under a lot of mental stress… Kind of the stress Alex is under in this chapter… Not to mention my muse ran off and had kinky sex with Elliot Stabler! Anyways I hereby declare that my update will never take this long ever again!! RxR Please. BTW thank you to my beautiful, amazing, perfect "wife"…
The pastel yellow top or the blue? The black pants or the jeans?
She didn't have time for this! The clock was ticking, the food would be arriving soon and so would Olivia for that matter.
The only thing Alex managed to do was take care of the wine. But that was a no-brainer she always had at least one bottle of wine somewhere in her kitchen.
Did it really matter what she was wearing? I mean, she was in her own home… She was being nice in inviting Olivia in the first place. So, again did it matter what she was wearing?
The yellow top, or the blue?
The black pants, or the jeans?
Alex evaluated her choices; black and yellow would make her look like a bumblebee. Black and blue would make her feel like a bruised fruit of some sort…
So Alex finally concluded that the black pants were out. The jeans with yellow or blue?
In the end she picked the yellow for the sole reason that it looked like a happier color, it would keep up with her façade and camouflage her true feelings.
She was feeling a bit down; she wanted Olivia to be coming over so they could cuddle and kiss all night. Instead she was coming over because she had made an ass of herself yet again and she had to fix it…
It was discouraging how she was always apologizing. Was it just inevitable that Alex was always going to hurt people? Was that just the type of person she was? Doomed to always be the ice queen?
Looking at herself in the mirror, she found she even looked cold.
Of all things it wasn't intentional, it's just how her personality bloomed. She couldn't help it. It was so much stronger than herself.
Hopefully her personality didn't doom her into growing old by herself.
Alex glanced at her clock; 7:42, Olivia would be arriving soon…
The blonde would be graced with the brunette's presence once again…
Alex walked to the living room to clear the coffee table so they had a surface to eat on.
Her mind racing with all the different scenarios of how the evening could develop.
Although, it didn't last long. Soon after she had cleared the table the buzzer went off.
Alex didn't even bother asking who it was; she knew Olivia was coming.
Alex was surprisingly calm and collected. Alex's confidence had risen quite high at the sound of the buzzer. After all, why shouldn't be happy Olivia had accepted the invitation.
Knock, Knock
Alex opened the door only to see Luigi holding a big brown paper bag.
Why had she just assumed it would be Olivia?
"Hello Luigi," excitement evaporating from her voice.
"Ah… Cara you look displeased you were thinking I was somebody else? Your eh… How you say? "… Your Boyfriend? Eh?" Luigi asked.
"Yes, well no… um I just thought you were someone else; I'm sorry"
"Is'ok don worry about it…" the large man assured Alex while holding out the paper bag toward her.
"How much do I owe you?" The blonde asked while putting down the surprisingly heavy bag of food.
"Dis is on da house amore, you know, you the only one I deliver food to. Everybody else they gotta come pick it up themselves."
"How come?" the radiant blonde asked.
"Ah because I like you, you are very nice young femmina and I hope you happy. Bella; you deserve to be happy. This ragazzo, he make you happy no?"
"Yes she does" Emphasizing the she, Alex couldn't bring herself to correct him. But in the end did anyways.
"Ahh, well this ragazza, she make you happy?"
In that moment all Alex could do is nod her head to say yes…
Alex could feel her cheeks grow red; she had finally confessed her love for the brunette. Even if it was only to the Italian man who delivered her food once in a while. It felt nice to tell a living soul about her love. If felt nice to confess her feelings; it was one baby step closer to telling Olivia.
"Then don worry about it! You just eat some good food, drink a good wine and let it just take a you away, bella."
Seeming like a total cliché exit line Luigi tipped his old fashioned tweed flat-cap and left. Which left Alex in her doorway thinking of what he had just told her. "Let it just take you away" Where? Had she ever been there? Had Olivia?
While closing the door Alex attempted to pick up the bag. What was in there? Bricks? Nevertheless the important thing was that the food was there.
Alex brought the food into the kitchen so it could be rendered fashionably presentable. Much better then the containers they came in.
Alex undid the staples at the tip of the bag, took out the various containers filled with who knows what. There was also a bottle of Luigi's favourite wine- his wine.
As Alex opened all the packages she found two portions of lasagna, ten pieces of garlic bread, salad, Italian salad dressing on the side, and obviously a cold bottle of Luigi's personal red wine.
The little preparations Alex's had made were now shot to hell. Alex took the bottle of wine she had taken out and put it back.
Once the blonde finally put the lasagna on two plates, the salad in a bowl with the dressing and the bread in her breadbasket her door buzzer buzzed for the second time that night.
Alex quickly discarded all of Luigi's boxes and bags by dumping them into her recycling bin.
Once all evidence of takeout was gone Alex buzzed Olivia up.
Alex was now running across her apartment- back and forth. She was now running back to the kitchen so she could put the food on the already table clothed table…