The Hatter awoke to the sounds of bird chirping outside his window. He placed his hands behind his head. He then noticed something lying on his chest. He looked down and saw a head covered in blonde curls. He smirked at Alice. Ok, maybe she did love me. But well, I think she still does. She just can't remember. That's the spirit Tarrant! Now you of all people should know I would rather be called Hatter. After Alice had left the second time, he felt the need to be called Hatter. Not anything else. Maybe because she gave you the name…The Hatter was taken away from his thought by the sound of Alice whispering something quietly. He leaned down further to hear what she was saying.
"Hatter, what's wrong with me…." She asked in her sleep. Clearly she was dreaming of a conversation. "Absolutely nothing." he whispered while leaning down to kiss her head. He gently kissed her hair, trying not to wake her. Alice, of course, was always a heavy sleeper, yet she woke instantly when she felt his lips on her head. She kept her eyes closed though she felt her face growing hot and she knew she was blushing. She struggled not to giggle. The Hatter knew she was awake and wanted to use it to his advantage. He reached up like he was stretching, and brought his hands do quickly on Alice and began to tickle her. Alice, being very ticklish, couldn't hold in the laughs. She began to bust out laughing, trying to get the Hatter's hands from tickling her. He leaned into her so he could tickle her better when something struck him. I need to find the thing that will make her remember me.
With that he stopped tickling her and started thinking. She continued to laugh after he stopped tickling and began to recover. Alice then sat up to look at the Hatter. She saw a very serious look on his face and became worried. "Hatter, what's wrong?" Alice asked worried for her, she guessed friend. She didn't know what they were. Maybe he doesn't like me. Maybe we were just friends before I knocked my head. I bet he just is worried for his friend. Then why would he hold you hand? Um, because he doesn't want it to happen again. Alice thought to herself as she studied the Hatter's expression.
She saw his eyes that seemed to be almost hidden under his fury of brows. His eyes looked almost distant as he seemed to fly to the moon. She leaned in to see his eyes better and was glad she did. As she leaned in, a tea cup flew over her head and was headed towards the Hatter. Alice almost shouted when she noticed, but the Hatter just simply grabbed the cup from the air. He tossed it back and then snapped back into focus as he saw how close that cup came to hitting Alice in the head. He jumped up from the bed in one quick motion and headed out the door chasing the Hare shouting eligible things in his Scottish brogue all over again.
She had to giggle at how childish the Hatter could act sometimes. He jumped from the bed, not as graceful as the Hatter, and followed behind them to outside without her shoes, hat, or jacket. She stepped outside began to have to hold back the urge to shiver.
She stepped on the cold earth and stepped out of the house, following the Hatters still angered voice. She smiled as she heard him shouting what she believed was profanity at Thackery Earwicket. She smiled as she heard him calm down. He started apologizing to his old friend when she found where they had gone of to. She walked towards what had seemed to be a clearing behind the trees, but what she found them in was totally different.
She stepped through the last of the trees and saw a beautiful meadow. The trees seemed to make a barrier around the trees. The grass around her was a soft green that was blowing in the wind, and seemed to be dancing. She saw small flowers every where in the grass. She got down on her knees and started to gently caress the grass around her. She looked up at the sky, which just a second ago seemed to be a dark cloudy one, and now was bright and sunny. The sun was still not at its highest and was at an angle. The sun seemed to point at something she was surprised to see. The Hatter was standing in the middle of the meadow, wearing what seemed to be nightwear. I could have sworn we went to bed in our clothes from the ball…. He was standing in baggy and dark sweatpants and a bright green shirt on. She looked up to his face that seemed to reflect her. Amazement in how they could look so beautiful.
She blushed after a moment and looked down. She started to shiver, though she hadn't noticed, when she felt arms wrap around her shoulders. "Your cold. Let's get you inside." The Hatter whispered in her ear. He loved the reaction she gave him every time he did that. He smiled and lifted her from her knees into a standing position. He pulled her into the warm house and brought her to the couch.
She sat in his lap and then blushed a deep scarlet. She turned around to the side to see the Hatter. He saw her blush and almost laughed. He loved how she looked when she blushed. He started rubbing his hand on her back trying to warm her up. "Hatter, why did you get angry at Hare for throwing the cup?" She asked not realizing his hand was going to be bruised by the cup. "Well, it could have made you get amnesia again. Alice with amnesia is not as fun as normal Alice." He said feeling a ramble coming.
"Well, the Alice that I fell, down for." He said realizing what he almost said. Alice also heard this. "In what why did my poor Hatter fall?" She said not noticing what she said. "Um, in the way of, emotions. Like sadness, happiness, nervousness, scaredness, and another one that I can't seem figure out." He said with a worried luck on his face as he yet again tried to figure out what she was making him feel. "Well, I have had all of those feelings over you. Except I have one that you don't" She added under her breath not wanting him to hear.
He then thought as what he would do, he felt a prick on his bare foot. "Ow! What in the bloody hell was- oh. Sorry Mallymkun. Yes?" He said as he looked down after Alice jumped from his lap to sit next to him. "No kissy kissy on my couch!" She said as she looked at Alice. "Alice. It's so nice to have you back." She said as a kind smile replaced her evil looking one. Alice could only nod and smile back with her blush still in place.
The Hatter than shooed away the small dormouse and turned back to Alice. "Well, would you like some tea?" He asked cheerfully as he saw her still sleepy eyes.