Down & Out
I'm thinking of making two alternative endings but I'm not sure yet so here's the next installment, this one is really short. But enjoy and please review. I really wanted to get something out and yeah i'd written this one awhile ago just never updated it. I promise the next chapter will be longer, much.
Part Three: Chemicals React
Marissa walked up the stairs to an empty house, her mom was gone somewhere with Neil and Summer was probably with Seth. Deciding she didn't want to be home alone she headed back out into the California night and started letting her feet guide her. After half an hour she her feet had stopped moving, and she stood in front of a door.
Slowly she turned the knob, and surprisingly the door opened. Marissa entered the apartment and was shocked to see all of Alex's possessions. Taking a seat on the couch she tried to clear her head, but was soon interrupted. Alex walked into the apartment and stood before her. Marissa stood and headed straight for her arms.
"I missed you." Marissa said into Alex's shoulder.
"I missed you too." Alex replied hugging her tighter.
When they separated Marissa grabbed her hand, and wouldn't let go. The smile on her face was a permanent attachment. Everything was perfect until she woke up. Marissa sat up abruptly in her own bed, and looked around her. She was alone, but she could have sworn that everything had been real, she still felt a tingling sensation in her hand.
Taking deep breaths, Marissa got out of bed and sat at her desk pulling out a sheet of paper and a pen. Taking her time she penned out everything she had ever wanted to tell Alex, hoping that this would help her in dealing with the fact that it was over. Once she sealed the envelope and addressed it, she crawled back into bed and attempted to go back to sleep hoping she would meet Alex in her dream again.
Sorry for such a short chapter! I've decided there will be two alternative endings. The first could come after this chapter or after the one after this. I'll mark it as Alternative Ending 1.
