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awkward
Andy's POV
As I walk up the stairs , I can hear a muffled sobbing noise. Alexia. How could anyone possibly hurt her like that? She seems so innocent, so beautiful, I just don't understand.
I tread across the landing and gently knock on her door. No answer. I knocked again , a little louder this time. Then there was a quiet rustling sound behind the other side of the door. Alexia opened up the door and stood watching me. Her eyes were puffy and swollen , her hair let loose around her shoulders. It was messy but she still looked beautiful.
''what do you want?'' she asked her voice slightly cracking.
''I want to talk to you'' I replied.
She stepped to the side and let me in.
Her room was quite small. A collection of band posters plastered against her wall. She had faded purple curtains which swayed in the summer breeze. A large black blanket scruffily draped over her bed. It looked like a 17 year old's room. She obviously noticed me staring as she cleared her throat to break the icy silence.
I sit down on her bed and tap the empty space beside me. She glumly notices my gesture and slumps down next to me.
I glance over at the life size Gerard Way poster staring at me from the opposite side of the room.
''so...you're into bands?'' I ask interrupting the silence.
''yeah, I guess'' she replies. I guess she's not a big fan of conversations.
I can hear Maddie pottering around downstairs as I desperately try to start a conversation with Alexia.
''what did Maddie say to you'' she asked, her voice trailing off and her head somewhere else.
''not much'' I answered. I was lying and she knew it.
Alexia's POV
''not much'' he replied with. Liar. I know what she's told him. It's what she tells everyone else. That I'm in a ''critical condition'' and I'm ''lonely'' and in ''desperate need of medication'' but I ''refuse to take it''. I don't refuse to take the medication because of course I would, if it actually cured a damn thing. We tried before , a couple of years ago , and things didn't too well.
This ''conversation'' is extremely awkward. Andy was twiddling his thumbs and I was watching him, not that he realised. His cheek bones were beautiful, he was beautiful. His character seemed so mysterious, so intriguing, I just had to know more.
He cleared his throat and got off of the bed
''ummm...we can start tomorrow if you want? Is 11 okay?'' he asked politely. It was like he was talking to a 5 year old.
''sure, whatever'' I answered.
As he walked toward the door and opened it , he turned around and whispered over his shoulder, ''stay strong'' he said.
I will Andy... I will
Notes
sorry I haven't uploaded in a while but I've had serious , serious writers block !!! also , you can blame the dick heads that have been bringing me down too :(
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