This is more of a filler chapter, but I liked it.
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Lexi POV
When I got downstairs the doorbell started to ring, so I ran to the door and opened it.
On the other side of the door was a family of three, and the mom and the dad looked to be in their mid-40's or early 50's (the same age as my parents), I stepped aside and let them through the door.
"It's nice to meet you," my mom said, leading them into the living room. "I'm Tracy, that's my husband Brian, and this is our daughter Lexi."
"I'm Isobel, this is my husband Peter, and this is our son, Alex," Isobel said, smiling brightly at me.
Peter went to sit on the couch by my dad to watch the football game, and Isobel and my mom had walked into the kitchen, which left Alex and I standing in the entry hall.
"I'm going upstairs, you can come if you want," I said, not really caring if he followed me.
I heard Alex follow me, so I went into the Game room, I didn't want him in my room.
"Nice," Alex said, looking around the room.
"Thanks," I mumbled, sitting on the couch.
"You're quiet," Alex stated, walking over to sit on the couch with me.
"Yeah, well, that's what happens when you're left alone all day," I spat at him, turning the T.V on and changing the channel to MTV.
"You're not totally alone," Alex said, shrugging his shoulders.
"What?" I asked, looking at him.
"Well, you had to have friends before you came here," he said, watching the T.V.
"Yeah, I guess so," I agreed.
"So you like New Found Glory?" Alex inquired, pointing at my shirt.
"Yeah, they're awesome," I answered.
"That's why my band and I love doing covers of their songs," Alex mumbled.
"You're in a band?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah, All Time Low, I'm the lead singer and rhythm guitarist," Alex said, proudly.
"Cool, who else in the band?" I questioned.
"Zack Merrick, Rian Dawson, and Jack Barakat," he answered.
I almost laughed, "Jack Barakat, the kid with skunk hair and never shuts up?"
"Yeah," Alex replied, grinning, "he's cool."
"He told me he likes to make things go boom," I said, raising my eyebrow.
Alex's eyes widened, "you're the girl he told me about!"
"He told you about me?" I asked, disbelief in my voice.
"Yeah, he said his new lab partner was smart, sweet and sexy," Alex said.
I blushed at the last part, "yeah well, if he doesn't show up to band practice one day it's because I killed him."
"Yeah, I gotta give you props for being his partner, this is his fifth one this year," he said, clapping.
"Fifth one," I stated, my eyes going wide.
"Yep, congrads," Alex patted my shoulder. "Why are you wearing a hoddie?"
"Oh, um," I stuttered, "it's because I get cold easily."
"Oh," he replied, sounding like he didn't believe me.
"Dinner!" My mom called from downstairs.
"Oh thank God," I mumbled, and ran downstairs.
~!~
Dinner was quiet, Alex and I got to know each other better, and he was a guy I could be friends with, not like it mattered to me, I just wanted to go to school and not be bothered.
Alex and his parents left around 9:30, so went into my room to write.
Besides cutting, writing was the only thing that me feel good. When I wrote, I could really let out what I was feeling, wither it be anger or sadness. It was also good company, I could escape into the stories I was writing and just become the character. They had much better lives than I did.
I finished the poem I was working on and checked the time, the clock said 11:30 PM, so I turned off my light and crawled under the covers, preparing myself for the next day.
