Ok. I have changed my mind. Its now a long fic. Thanks for 3 reviews. Wow. That's a lot. J/k. Doesn't matter though cause those reviews changed my mind. This Ch. Is about Alex.
Ultimately
Ch 2.- L.A.
June 2, 2005
L.A.
She glanced at the clock on her bedside. It stares 2am back her. Wide awake, Alex just stares straight up at the ceiling; mind blank. Wondering when Bruce or Bobby or Bill, whatever his name was, would leave. Frankly, she wanted to be alone. That's what she usually was; depressed, lonely, and desperate. That's where the guy came from. The desperation was all the time. Along with Charlie the night before, Sam, before him, Joan, before him, Lindsay and so on. Alex never felt anything for them. She inevitably felt nothing but emptiness more and more each night.
When she left Newport, Alex never thought that she might have belonged there, like there was a more important reason she was there than to just get her heart broken again. She hadn't talked to Marissa or anyone else in Newport since she left. She had this sick feeling at the pit of her stomach that told her something happened. But she didn't know what so she always shrugged it off as her heart ripping in two after thinking about Marissa with… Ryan.
Thinking of what she and Marissa could have had before Ryan got in there, made a single tear roll down her cheek. Alex look at the clock as it mocked her miserable state while now flashing 3:02am. Alex had been dreaming about Marissa for over an hour not even realizing she wasn't even asleep. Fuck. That damn, retched, sick feeling again. She got up without even thinking about it. She walked to the kitchen, right to the (you guessed it) vodka bottle. The only friend she had who never let her down.
Ryan. Every time she thought about that name, she wanted to crawl into a corner and die. She grabbed the bottle off the counter and dragged her feet over to the couch. Plopping herself onto it, with her chin on her knees, she cried. She really and truthfully sobbed for the first time this whole time. It just finally hit her. She made the biggest mistake anyone could have made in the history of earth just by leaving. If she didn't leave, she could have pulled off a "Seth". She could have kept trying to get her back. But she didn't. And she couldn't just go back. It was impossible. She couldn't correct this one. Alex was slowly, but surely, dying of a broken heart.
Not realizing the phone was ringing for a good 15 seconds, she came out of her daze, pulled herself together, and answered it.
"Hello?" She whispered still quite upset.
"Alex?" The voice on the other end asked.
"Yeah?" Alex answered a little irritated from the stupid question.
"It's…um…" They stumbled.
"Who? Come on. I'm not in the mood to be fucked around with!" Alex snapped.
"Parker." Parker spat out without hesitation this time.
Alex stood there shocked. She hadn't heard from her since she moved out of her parents' house. She wasn't supposed to talk to Parker because Alex's parents didn't want her to have contact with her. See, the thing was… Parker was Alex's little sister.
Cliffhanger. I have no clue whether or not Alex is an only child. In this she isn't (obviously) Review.
-Ej