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"Yeah, I understand." Alex says with a nod but I’m not convinced. "And I'm sorry that I was bothering you with that again after promising that I wouldn't pressure you or anything."
He runs his hand through his hair. "Okay, one last thing before I let you go have breakfast and I myself take a shower ... do you think I could skip shaving today? I'm wondering if the three day beard thing ... the bad boy look, if you want, would work for me or if the clean cut nice guy look is the better option."
“I don’t know if the bad boy look is really you.” I say with a smile. I am glad that Alex isn’t a bad boy. I’m glad that he isn’t like all the other guys back home. “Alex, you’re perfect just the way you are. Don’t ever change. Okay?”
Damn, that's what I thought too but I was hoping for once that I'm wrong. Guess I can't be lazy and skip shaving then.
“Alex, you’re perfect just the way you are. Don’t ever change. Okay?”
I blink at that. Me? Perfect? That is ... new. And kinda embarrassing. No, very embarrassing since I can feel my ears heating up.
"Okay." I reply slowly, unsure if Isabel's kidding or not." Guess no coloring my hair blue then either." I joke. "Well, okay, I'll really let you go now, see you later."
OT: after how many pages do we need to start a new thread?
Alex is blushing. He looks so adorable when he is embarrassing. I really don’t think that he realizes just how good looking he is.
“Okay,” He replies. “Guess no coloring my hair blue then either. Well, okay, I'll really let you go now, see you later."
I grin. “Yeah, okay. I’ll talk to you later.”
I walk down the last couple of steps, surprised that Alex and I managed to have a less awkward conversation. I hope that that is sign that me and Alex will be able to find our way back to the easy friendship we had before.
I head into the kitchen. The need for coffee strong.
“Morning,” I say with a smile as I walk over to the coffee machine.
Isabel was grinning when we parted and I don't think it was a 'haha, got a good laugh over him' grin. I suppose that is a good sign. And she said she'd talk to me later. Okay, I know this is just a phrase like 'How are you' but ... it is a sign, I'm sure of it.
Running one hand over my face, I sigh disappointed. Looks like I can't be lazy and do have to shave today. Too bad. Quickly looking into my closet, I pull out a red button down shirt and grey pants and throw them on my bed before heading into the bathroom.
KYLE
“Morning,”
We all look over at Isabel when she enters the room, sounding and looking rather ... cheerfully. At least she is not looking extremly crushed or angry or lost. That's good! Especially for me, since it means that I didn't do anything wrong. Or too wrong. Ha! I always knew that I was not at fault.
"Morning." I reply, reaching for my coke. "Could it be that you .... forgot something or rather, *someone* last night?"
"Morning." Kyle says, "Could it be that you .... forgot something or rather, *someone* last night?"
With my smile still plastered to my face, I look at Kyle and try not to glare. Man, I want to kill him. Why couldn't he keep his big mouth shut. I was so happy in denial. "Hmmm, I don't think so. I never forgot anything that is important!"
"Hmmm, I don't think so. I never forgot anything that is important!"
My mouth opens and closes a few times with no words coming out. Okay, I did not expect that. What the hell? It's not my fault that Whitman has a crush on her and I thought she had the right to know!
If I had known that doing good things to the people I live with would get me such treatment ...
"Well," I say slowly, trying to remain calm and cool, "maybe you have to re-think what's important and what not."
Nobody's offering any ideas for what to do with the day. Why do I think that'll mean a day of hanging around the house doing nothing? I guess that won't be all bad. It's nice to have some down-time, too. You can't structure all of your time.
Isabel comes in, looking positively cheerful -- which I take as a very good sign. And then Kyle goes and spoils it all by referencing his abandonment last night. Does he really think he has anything to complain about? She was upset and it wasn't like he was in the middle of nowhere. He could have gotten a taxi or something...
It is pretty amusing the way they start bantering. It seems friendly, not hostile, but I really don't think she needs to be badgered this morning.
"Why don't you have some pancakes," I say, hoping to change the subject. "Alex made them and they're delicious."
"Well," Kyle says. "maybe you have to re-think what's important and what not."
‘Or maybe I should just kick you in the balls,’ I think to myself.
"Why don't you have some pancakes," Max says before I have a chance to reply to Kyle. "Alex made them and they're delicious."
“I think that I’ll just stick with the coffee.” I state, pouring some of liquid goodness into a mug. “What are everyone’s plans for today? I was thinking about getting some serious shopping done today if anyone would be interested in joining me.”
