Hey everyone, I am posting part 1 right now and then later tonight you will get part 2. Please wait for part two because it's A LOT more eventful. Anyway thank you for reading, please review, and if you want to follow me. Bye!:)(still sick btw if you guys are wondering)

I wake up to see Alex holding me, just like last night. Last night was both my least favorite, and the best night of my life. I loved it because Alex kissed me, and that was basically heaven for about 2 minutes. I hated I because he didn't mean it, he was drunk there's no way he could have meant it. The only thing that redeemed last night was the fact that he cuddled me right after he kissed me. I can still remember the taste of whiskey on his breath, his hair was oddly silky even though he tells me he puts gel in it,and lastly his lips were just as soft as I imagined them to be. When we touched foreheads, that was the best part. I thought he actually meant it, the whole "I've always wanted to do that" part. I felt like I was being watched though, like someone was just behind the corner of the hall, or looking in through the window. All in all I enjoyed it even though it was painful on the inside. He was just trying to make me feel better, that's it! If he wasn't drunk it would have been an entirely different story,but he was. Now I will never know I he meant it. I realize that I'm crying, and wipe the tears with the blanket. I look up at his face he looks like he always does except his lips parted just enough to show teeth. It was almost like it was intentional, like he wanted me to kiss him. I obviously didn't, I just rested my head on his forearm, and closed my eyes never wanting this moment to end...

Sorry I never wanted to do this, but I'm switching the perspective to Alex's. I am keeping it like this the entire chapter. Thanks for understanding.
I yawn, and see that Tell is still asleep. ' I hope he has the same feelings as I do. That was one of the reasons I was drinking last night. The second being the anniversary of my mothers death. I just wanted to kiss him, I just wanted him to catch the signs! Maybe, he does feel the same it's just he doesn't believe me because I was drunk. I'm gonna kiss him again tonight, I am not gonna be drunk! No matter what!' I think to myself. I look down, and see something I haven't seen. His hat was off, he always had it on. Even his necklace was off, am I really that special?
I sit up careful not to wake him , and I stand up. I still had a splitting headache. I walk over to his bathroom, and check his medicine cabinet for ibuprofen. I dig around until I found it, and pop two in my mouth. I then go up to his T.V., and turn on the weather channel. It says " in about 2 hours we were gonna get hit with a massive storm" while I'm walking back to the couch. I lift his head up, sit down, and then place his head on my lap. I sit there debating whether to go home in an hour, or just wait the storm out with him. I pull out my phone, and notice about 20 text from grandma. I don't usually use my phone too often,but this was a special case. I read them, and most of them just say "where are you?" I text her and say "Tells house, I don't think I can make it home before the storm hits. I will see you tonight :)" . I patiently wait for an answer for about 5 minutes. "BRING" my phone loudly rings. I freak out, and turn the ringer to vibrate. "Whew" I sigh as it only causes him to move position. I check the text, and it says "Oh, well have fun with your boyfriend!" I roll my eyes and text "GRANDMA!" I text-yell at her. She sends me a ";)". I silently chuckle it, and start running my hands through his hair trying to carefully not to wake him. I put my elbow on the arm rest, and close my eyes.

THWACK!
I wake up to a storm ragging outside, and see Tell cooking something at the stove. It smells like an omelet, hash browns, and pancakes all at the same time. I hear him whisper "Damn! He's awake" he walks over with a smile on his face along with two plates in his hands. He sets it down on the coffee table,and brings over a two glasses, and sets it front of the two plates. "What are you waiting for?" He says, and I look at him, and say "Nothing, it's just I haven't been served anything since...my mom died" I say descending from a surprised to a solemn tone in voice. I pick up my fork, and immediately dig in. I was my absolute favorite. Tell got up, and asks "what do you want to watch?" He grabs a movie then pops it in the title comes up, and it says "500 Days of Summer" he presses play, and grabs his glass of orange juice and drinks it. He then calmly picks up his plate, and takes a bite out of his pancake. I watched him do so, and felt my face get extremely hot in the face. I quickly look away, and pretend like that never happened. I finish my breakfast, and thank him again. "That was really good, you should really cook more." I say to him " Really? Thanks that means a lot especially coming from someone like you." He replies jokingly, I raise my eyebrow, and laugh. It was like that for another 4 hours with the occasional loud bang outside from the storm. Until he said "I have a secret that you may want to hear." My mind has a panic attack thinking 'what does that mean?' I raise an eyebrow and say "Oh? And what is the secret" he leans in, and says like a friggin' 9 year old "promise not to tell?" I nod, and he says mysteriously " my name isn't Tell" internally I am deflated like a balloon, but on the outside I say "wait, what? I thought your parents were just bad at naming you." I chuckle. He laughs and says "No, they were just shitty at parenting. Anyway my actual name is...Jason!" I laugh, and say "no kidding, huh, well I'm still calling you Tell cause I've gotten used to it." We both joke about it, and right then and there I wanted to kiss him. He was so beautiful, and I know that's not how you describe men, but that was the only way to describe him. He soon laid on the couch, and began to nap. I take off my jacket when he completely falls asleep, and then stand up. Dizzy from how nervous on how much I wanted to tell him my secret.