4 –Have an All Nighter

If, two months ago, someone would have told me that I would be making-out with Alex Nunez someday, I would not have believed them. That would have seemed completely crazy. Sometimes it still seems crazy. And yet here I am, Alex is lying on my bed and I'm practically lying on top of her. And we're making-out. And I like it.

A lot.

Sadly though, all good things have to end. "Hun," I say pulling my lips away from Alex's momentarily, "we should probably start studying."

Without responding Alex just presses her lips back against mine. After a few minutes, I start to seriously doubt whether Alex even noticed that I had said anything. Then, without warning, she blurts out, "Anatomy."

I quirk my eyebrow. "What?"

"You said we should study, and I am studying. I'm studying anatomy… And if I'm not mistaken, this is your pulse point," Alex says before kissing my neck. I let out a small moan. "Just as I hypothesized, the pulse point is very sensitive to outside stimuli," Alex says in an imitation of a college professor.

I sit up and shake my head while smiling –Alex is too cute sometimes. I get off of my bed and walk over to get a textbook out of my book bag. I walk back over to the bed and open the textbook up to what I can only guess is the appropriate page. Alex looks up giving me a pout. I roll my eyes. "Hun, I think you've studied anatomy enough. How about we move on to history? You know –the class we have a huge test in tomorrow."

"Wait, is that the class I usually sleep through?"

"No. Actually, that is the class that you usually spend trying to get me to come to the bathroom to make-out with you."

"Oh, that class," Alex says with a self-satisfied grin. "You always end up giving in."

"I know," I say with a sigh, "That's why I have a 'B' in that class. That's why I have no clue as to even what century we're supposed to be learning about. And that's also why we have to study. I cannot afford to fail this test."

Alex rolls her eyes at me, "Paige, you have a 'B'. It's not the end of the world… Hell, if I got a 'B' my mom would probably die of shock… Plus, speaking of history, do you remember what happened exactly two months ago from today?"

"Of course."

"Good," Alex says as she suddenly stands up and leaves my room. I ponder over the sudden abandonment for a few seconds before setting my history textbook on my lap and scanning it over –trying desperately to figure out what subject the test is going to be on tomorrow. Han China? No, we learned that back before Alex and I started going out. (I know this because I actually have notes on that chapter.) So, not Han China… maybe the fall of the Roman Empire? No, now that I think of it, we were learning that on the day Alex taught me that tongue thing. I shake my head in attempt to erase the memory –okay, moving on… Ah, we could be learning about the Abbasid Caliphate. Of course, I'm not really sure. We also could possibly be studying the Mongol Empire… or maybe the rise of the Italian Renaissance… or the Aztec Empire… Oh God, this is hopeless...

After about five minutes, Alex comes back. Of course, it takes me a while to notice because of the state of study-overdrive that I had entered into while she was gone. "Hey, Earth to Paige," Alex says while waving her hand in front of my face trying to get my attention.

"I'm trying to read, hun." This time, I can practically feel Alex roll her eyes at me. She takes the textbook off of my lap and replaces it with a chocolate cheesecake. An entire chocolate cheesecake.

"Happy anniversary," she says.

I look up at her. "Um, hun, I'm starting to think that you have some kind of fetish with fat women because at this rate I'll put on 100 pounds by next Thursday."

Alex laughs. "Ungrateful bitch," she mutters playfully while cutting us each a slice of cheesecake.

"You know, you better watch what you say if you ever want to get your present," I say before slowly taking a bite of the rich, chocolaty goodness that is chocolate cheesecake. Yummy.

"So, whatcha buy me?" Alex asks like a little kid before taking a bite of cheesecake herself.

"It's not so much a matter buying you something… but trust me, I know you'll like it," I say suggestively with a wink before taking a second bite of cheesecake. Alex eyes widen to approximately the size of CDs upon hearing me say this. As soon as I swallow the bite of cheesecake I had had in my mouth Alex leans in for a kiss, but I stop her.

"Bad Alex!" I say like I'm speaking to a pet, "There will be none of that until after we study for the history test." Alex sighs heavily, but complies with my request. I assume she doesn't want to risk not getting lai–um- her "present".

Two hours and three pieces of cheesecake later (I'm so going to regret that the next time I step onto a scale), I'm satisfied with the amount of studying we've done… and Alex looks like she's about to have a nervous breakdown. "I haven't studied this much in my entire life," she says dramatically.

"Which is probably the reason why you've also never gotten higher than a 'C' in any of your classes," I retort. I can sense that she desperately wants to say a smartass comment of her own, but she holds back.

So, she's still not willing to risk not getting her present? Hmm… I wonder what else I can make her do… I think it over for a second… "Before we get to the present, how about we talk about why you find it impossible to be civil with Hazel."

"First you make me study and then you bring up Hazel –if I have a fetish for fat women then you definitely have a fetish for torturing me," Alex says while laying down in the fetal position and covering her head with a pillow. She then proceeds to groan dramatically.

Okay, now that was overkill. "Just what is so bad about Hazel?"

Alex sits up, "Other than the fact that she's a bitch and a total pain in the ass?"

"Okay, excuse me? You did not just talk that way about my best-friend." I say.

"Sorry," Alex says mechanically.

I glare at her, knowing that she wasn't sorry for her comment in the least. Whatev. "So other than the fact that 'she's a bitch and a pain in the ass', why else don't you like her?"

"She's boring."

"She's boring? That's why you hate her so much? Because she's boring?"

Alex pauses –trying to put her thoughts together- before she speaks again. "I don't hate Hazel. It's just… she gets under my skin, that's all. Half of the time she's insulting me and half of the time she ignores the fact that we're a couple. And the other half of the time she just ignores my existence period."

Despite the seriousness of what Alex has just said, I can't help but let out a giggle. "You do realize that you just talked about three halves."

"I never claimed to be good at math," Alex says with a goofy love-struck grin on her face. She leans in to try and kiss me, but I stop her again.

Alex lets out yet another heavy sigh.

"Sorry, but could you promise me that'll you'll try to be nicer to Hazel. I really would like my best-friend and my girlfriend to get along. It means a lot to me," I say sincerely.

"Fine, I'll try… Now, is there anything else that you'd like me to do?... Read and review this month's edition of Cosmo? Write a five-page report on fashions of the middle ages? Figure out how Einstein came up with the theory of relativity?"

I smile. "No, that's all."

I lean in for a kiss., "Now... let's get to that present…"


Notes to reader: The next chapter is going to be in Hazel's POV and will be set right after "Our Lips Are Sealed". Oh, and thanks for the feedback, and any more comments/suggestions would still be much appreciated.