Part 5
Alex gazes into Eberts blue eyes, she thinks of where to begin. She notices for the first time the radio playing jazz, in the far corner of the room.She looks around the room,not turning to look behind her though, it is simple, with very few furniture pieces. A small writing table, a bookcase, an easel, a dresser, a small chair, and the bed, all with the same matching wood. The one thing that stands out in the room, are the paintings scattered about, some leaning against the chair and the wall, and some hanging on the wall, and one which must be half done on the easel. She wonders where his paints could be, she doesn't see them. Several blue stackable boxes catch her attention near the bookcase. "He must keep the paints in there." she thinks. She backs away from him, so she can sit. He sits up as well, and she notices for the first time, his sleeping attire, his blue plaid pajamas, they look cute on him.It was almost sweet, how wrinkly they are, she notices the bed is just as rumpled as his pajamas, it does not seem out of place for someone so organized.
He notices her straighten out the wrinkles. "I toss in my sleep, " he explains.
"I wouldn't see you as the type before today, but it seems to fit you. You didn't toss when I was in your arms though." She gives him a sweet smile. "but if you do later, I won't mind."
He gives her a shy smile in return. "I don't know why I didn't."
She lovingly straightens his hair. "I was trying to think of where to begin, and I got caught up noticing my surroundings. I am sorry." She frowns a little, "this is a little hard."
"I know, I have been comtemplating how to tell you my problems, I rarely let people know them." He answers. He allows her to straighten his hair it feels so nice. Though this moment seems akward, too.
"I am that way too, but I want to tell you.Give me a few more seconds." She says, she closes her eyes as to think, and gets swept up into the music. She gives a tight smile. "I know how to begin, now."
The phone rings. "Do you want me to let it ring, so you can tell me?" he asks quietly.
"No, you should get it, it may be important, and we have all night, if you will allow it. "
He gives her a small smile, which make his face light up. "He has such a beautiful smile." she thinks to himself, "I can see that smile forever, and still want to see it more."
"Hello?" He says, picking up the black phone off its cradle.
"Hello." Darien and Robert greet in unison. They had practiced that.
"Oh? Is there something I can help you with?" Albert begins to wonder if they are here to ask him to do something, he doesn't want to do them any favors right now.
"We just wanted to see how you were." Darien answers, as Hobbes says "What's new, buddy?"
"I can't make out what you are saying when you both talk at the same time, guys." Albert lies. Why had he picked up, maybe he should hang up while there is still time. He doesn't really want to tell Alex his problems, but he wants to hear the sound of her voice. It is having a pleasing effect on him, and he is deeply concerned about her.
"We just wanted to see how you were." Darien comments.
"Yeah, What's new, buddy?" Hobbes asks, this time waiting till after Darien is done.
"Umm....nothing."
"Nothing, you sure about that? We have reason to believe you made Alex cry, why'd you make her cry?" Hobbes asks impatiently. Darien shoots him a glare, he was suppose to ask Eberts that.
"I did...I did not make her cry.Why would I make her cry?"Albert frowns.
"We didn't say you did, we were asking if you did?" Darien answers.
"I didn't."
"Sure, and why was she crying then, E-Berts?" Hobbes asks supiciously.
Albert contemplates dropping the phone on the cradle, then they would continue to hound him. "I don't know, Robert. Why don't you go ask her." Alex draws closer to him, she knows she is being talked about. He pulls her into a hug, putting his head on her shoulder. She smiles down on him.
"Well it seems she isn't picking up the phone at her apartment." Darien lies, they hadn't checked.
"I don't know what to tell you." Albert answers quickly. Alex is beginning to play with his brown hair. She kisses the brown spot on his forehead.He gives her a loving smile.
"Well, I guess we have to go find her." Darien says.
"I guess." Albert hangs up the phone.
He changes sitting positions, and pulls her unto his lap. "Why don't you tell me, what is bothering you?" he says in a freaudian accent. She smiles and puts her head against his strong chest, looking up at him lovingly. "Well, to tell you the problem in two words, doctor, I'm lonely.But it looks like that may change."
"Can you elobrate, my dear." He says going back into his normal voice, as the accent hurts his throat, since it has been so long since he has performed using it.
"Certainly."
(more to come)
Alex gazes into Eberts blue eyes, she thinks of where to begin. She notices for the first time the radio playing jazz, in the far corner of the room.She looks around the room,not turning to look behind her though, it is simple, with very few furniture pieces. A small writing table, a bookcase, an easel, a dresser, a small chair, and the bed, all with the same matching wood. The one thing that stands out in the room, are the paintings scattered about, some leaning against the chair and the wall, and some hanging on the wall, and one which must be half done on the easel. She wonders where his paints could be, she doesn't see them. Several blue stackable boxes catch her attention near the bookcase. "He must keep the paints in there." she thinks. She backs away from him, so she can sit. He sits up as well, and she notices for the first time, his sleeping attire, his blue plaid pajamas, they look cute on him.It was almost sweet, how wrinkly they are, she notices the bed is just as rumpled as his pajamas, it does not seem out of place for someone so organized.
He notices her straighten out the wrinkles. "I toss in my sleep, " he explains.
"I wouldn't see you as the type before today, but it seems to fit you. You didn't toss when I was in your arms though." She gives him a sweet smile. "but if you do later, I won't mind."
He gives her a shy smile in return. "I don't know why I didn't."
She lovingly straightens his hair. "I was trying to think of where to begin, and I got caught up noticing my surroundings. I am sorry." She frowns a little, "this is a little hard."
"I know, I have been comtemplating how to tell you my problems, I rarely let people know them." He answers. He allows her to straighten his hair it feels so nice. Though this moment seems akward, too.
"I am that way too, but I want to tell you.Give me a few more seconds." She says, she closes her eyes as to think, and gets swept up into the music. She gives a tight smile. "I know how to begin, now."
The phone rings. "Do you want me to let it ring, so you can tell me?" he asks quietly.
"No, you should get it, it may be important, and we have all night, if you will allow it. "
He gives her a small smile, which make his face light up. "He has such a beautiful smile." she thinks to himself, "I can see that smile forever, and still want to see it more."
"Hello?" He says, picking up the black phone off its cradle.
"Hello." Darien and Robert greet in unison. They had practiced that.
"Oh? Is there something I can help you with?" Albert begins to wonder if they are here to ask him to do something, he doesn't want to do them any favors right now.
"We just wanted to see how you were." Darien answers, as Hobbes says "What's new, buddy?"
"I can't make out what you are saying when you both talk at the same time, guys." Albert lies. Why had he picked up, maybe he should hang up while there is still time. He doesn't really want to tell Alex his problems, but he wants to hear the sound of her voice. It is having a pleasing effect on him, and he is deeply concerned about her.
"We just wanted to see how you were." Darien comments.
"Yeah, What's new, buddy?" Hobbes asks, this time waiting till after Darien is done.
"Umm....nothing."
"Nothing, you sure about that? We have reason to believe you made Alex cry, why'd you make her cry?" Hobbes asks impatiently. Darien shoots him a glare, he was suppose to ask Eberts that.
"I did...I did not make her cry.Why would I make her cry?"Albert frowns.
"We didn't say you did, we were asking if you did?" Darien answers.
"I didn't."
"Sure, and why was she crying then, E-Berts?" Hobbes asks supiciously.
Albert contemplates dropping the phone on the cradle, then they would continue to hound him. "I don't know, Robert. Why don't you go ask her." Alex draws closer to him, she knows she is being talked about. He pulls her into a hug, putting his head on her shoulder. She smiles down on him.
"Well it seems she isn't picking up the phone at her apartment." Darien lies, they hadn't checked.
"I don't know what to tell you." Albert answers quickly. Alex is beginning to play with his brown hair. She kisses the brown spot on his forehead.He gives her a loving smile.
"Well, I guess we have to go find her." Darien says.
"I guess." Albert hangs up the phone.
He changes sitting positions, and pulls her unto his lap. "Why don't you tell me, what is bothering you?" he says in a freaudian accent. She smiles and puts her head against his strong chest, looking up at him lovingly. "Well, to tell you the problem in two words, doctor, I'm lonely.But it looks like that may change."
"Can you elobrate, my dear." He says going back into his normal voice, as the accent hurts his throat, since it has been so long since he has performed using it.
"Certainly."
(more to come)