7. Gemini

Chapter 7 - Gemini

 The next day I had the entire house to myself when I got home from school, which was a normal thing. My dad was away at work and wouldn't be back until later tonight. My brother was staying over at his girlfriend's house.

 It left me to think without any background noises. It left me to think of all the past years of what I had been doing.

  Thinking was good for the body, but over-thinking was the worst thing someone could do to their body. It was a hard thing to balance evenly. Over-thinking tore down the human mind and it could easily bury the body into anything that seemed like you're sinking. It was called Depression.

That was what it was.

 Everyone goes through a small taste of Depression; most know better to pull their self away from it. But the others, who don't know any better, they were the ones who got addicted to it. It was the sadness where it left them guilty for being even slightly happy.

 It was an odd concept to consider and not many could allow their brain to think of it in that way. The ones who do think that way, I called them brilliant.

I was brilliant.

  I stored my journal away that held words that expressed me better than anything else. It was bizarre to think if this journal were to be read by a stranger, they would be able to understand me inside and out, but yet didn't need to meet me in person to cast a judgment. They would just know from the words that I wrote.

  It was when the doorbell unexpectedly rung when I finally exited my bedroom. I opened the front door once I made it downstairs, but immediately slammed it shut.

 Without thinking any further, I raced through the kitchen for the search of paper and a pen. My heart exhilarated at the fact he was at my door steps, but my mind said otherwise. He shouldn't be here, but he was.

 I reached back to the door with paper in one hand and the other with a pen. He was ringing the bell non stop as if his mission was to annoy me. But I was determined to not let him complete that mission.

 I quickly scribbled my thoughts down onto the paper and yanked the door wide open, only to be faced with the one and only Alexander Gaskarth.

 "Nice pajamas." His smirk formed as he eyed me up and down. "Now will you let me in or are you going to slam the door in my face again?"

 I felt my cheeks burn red at the sudden thought of what I was wearing -  a Green Day t-shirt and black and white poka-dot shorts.

 I took a step backwards, allowing him to enter, and close the door behind him. I smashed the letter into his chest, which he grabbed a hold of with his hands.

 He read it with a laugh. "What are you doing here!?" He tried to imitate my voice but failed miserably.

I rolled my eyes. It was weird having him in my actual home. It was for the first time, and for a second, I nearly panicked. I guiding him towards the living room, knowing it was a good and safe area.

 "You're cute when you roll your eyes, did you know that?" He said as he followed me. I snorted loudly from his claim. He was in my house, trudging behind me while being flirty. Never would I imagine this happening. I almost didn't know what to do with myself.

 I sat down on the couch in my living room and so did he. He handed back my letter and I began to write once again.

 "Why are you here?" He spoke out loud once I gave him the letter back. "That's a very good question. I'm not sure either. To be honest I was hoping you'd have food."

 I laughed more than I really should have when he answered my question. Food? Really? Alex chuckled a little too, realizing he sounded ridiculous.

  He scanned the rest of the room as we sat on the couch comfortably. It wasn't awkward as we did. I sat crisscross and Alex had spread his legs out onto the couch.

 It was oddly cozy to be around Alex this way as the noise of the television kept anything of an awkward silence out of the way.

"Why don't you give me a tour?" He asked. I eyed him suspiciously, what was he up to?

But I nodded in agreement and got up anyway. I showed him the whole downstairs and the kitchen, in which was where he grabbed himself a pizza slice from my dinner last night.

"Why is pizza so good?" He moaned as we walked straight into my bedroom.

 I was a little nervous showing him the room that was most private to me, but continued to sit down on my bed, but part of me regretted. I didn't want him to think it was an open invitation to sit on my bed either.

 But he still roamed around my room, looking at my band posters and other small things that my room contains of.

That was when the unthinkable happened. Well, it was thinkable, but I just didn't want to happen. My heart skipped a beat, and afterwards, was pounding so hard. My eyeballs were nearly budging out of my skull, staring at the boy in my room.

He took a seat on my bed was what he did. I was nervous for what was about to come next, but I decided to play cool and took in a couple of deep breaths.

 We were both sitting across from each other so I grabbed the large snug blanket that laid at the end of the bed, and I tossed it on top of our laps.

"You have a nice room," He complimented. "I like it."

 I had a strange gut feeling to talk to him. He was so inviting to talk to, but it made me nervous to even think about it.

 "Why don't you talk to me?" He whispered softly after a few minutes of nothing but the fan making air noises. "Just do it. There's nothing to be afraid of."

He was coaxing me perfectly and for a moment, I truly believed that it wasn't going to be a bad mistake.

"Do you always show up at a girl's door steps unexpectedly?" I spoke, with a smirk forming on my lips.

"Wow," He breathed out. My heart panicked from his reaction. I knew this was wrong. All wrong, I tell you. This had been a big mistake. He got me to talk and now he was going to leave.

"No! No, I didn't mean it in that way." He rushed out, and quickly my nerves calmed down. I rubbed my face out of relief that he didn't mean the I-just-got-you-to-speak 'wow'.

"I meant 'wow' as in wow your voice is amazing in a non-creepy way." He nervously laughed a little. "I just didn't expect your voice to sound like that, ya know?"

"No I don't know." I beamed. Who knew Alex could be silly?

"Well you should know." He proclaimed.

 I sighed as we remained on the bed for a couple of minutes. I heard his somewhat soft breathing throughout his nose and the small movement of his foot underneath the blanket. So this was what it was like to be around Alex. He was pretty decent once you got to know him and quite charming.

 He was nothing like the boy I came across on the first day of school. Not the one I thought to be cruel and rude and grumpy as he sat next to jolly Jack Barakat, which left me to think how he became acquaintance with him.

 So I decided to ask him. "How did you and Jack become about?"

 He grinned with a laugh and shook his head. "I've actually known him for about four years."

That hit me by a surprise. My eyebrows furrowed as I thought about it. "I thought you were new here."

"New to the school but not new around here although I was born in England."

Another curve ball from the one and only. "Well aren't you full of surprises."

  He simply shrugged from my claim. Just like that. So this was how you talk to the magnificent Alexander Gaskarth. So easy but yet still nerve-racking. It was simple to breathe around him, but there was still something about him that was missing from him. There was a little bit of mystery to him that remained hidden within him that I was dying to know.

 All this made me wonder why he was even taking his time out of the day to spend time with me. He could easily be somewhere else, doing something much cooler and entertaining.

"Why are you here?" I needed to ask. It was bothering me to no point. His first reaction was his face tilting to the left, confused and unsure at my question.

"Nice to know you're happy to see me?" It was more of a questioning statement than just a regular one.

"I see the way other girls stare at you." I admitted shyly.

"Yeah and too bad I don't notice any single one of them because I'm too busy looking at you." He said.

 I sucked my teeth and I naturally blushed like crazy. Again with boys being strange creatures. Alex was the first boy that had me acting like this. I didn't know how he did it, but he was having me going abnormal. From lying to my father and brother to blushing madly, so many emotions surged through me when we made the smallest bit of eye contact.

"You're cute when you blush, Tinkerbell."

I nearly choked on mid-air when he gave me the god awful nickname.

"Hell, you get redder than Tinkerbell." He teased me further with a long laugh.

"Well, then Peter pan, the boy who never grew up," I retorted, crossing my arms in defensively.

"You make never growing up sound like a bad thing."

"It is at the age you are." I snorted. "What are you? Seventeen?"

"Yes thank you very much." He crossed his arms as if he was offended. "So what's your middle name?"

The question was random but I told him anyway. "Rose."

"Well then. So tell me this Laila Rose, when's your birthday?"

What was the point of this again? "May thirty-first."

"So you're younger than me!" He exclaimed happily.

"Sike." I said. His laughing took an immediate stop, knitting his eyebrows.

"I was born in 1986."

"Oh?" He tilted his head, taking in the information slowly. "My parents held me back in Kindergarten, making me eighteen."

 I got extremely close to him, so close that I was an inch away from his face. "In. Your. Face." I proudly smirked.  

 "If you're going to get that close to my face you should at least kiss me." He whispered softly, pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear.

   Rapidly, I pulled my face away from him and shook my head from his over confident self. I stared down at the blanket for a little while and thought of how embarrassing it was to be eighteen and not had my first kiss yet. Hopefully, this conversation would change to a different topic.

"So a Gemini. Hmm I see." He ran his hand through his hair for the countless time.

 He moved close to my ear, which made me anxious and squirm a little. "Impulsive." He breathed out softly.

 "Devious,-" He paused and slowly trailed away from my ear. "witty."

"Don't forget clever." I mocked with a fake smile.

 "At least I'm a Sagittarius," He said like it made him a higher person, but truthfully, it didn't make him any better.

"You over-confident bitch," I finally realized it. "you're overconfident because it's in your nature, you Sagittarius!"

 Alex's face drastically turned blank with his jaw slightly hung, looking puzzled and speechless.

 I began to wonder what I looked like when I was speechless like the way he was now. I uncontrollably laughed at the sudden thought; I was speechless all the time, literally.

 I notice his face lightened up and a smile widen across his face. "I wish you could see your face right now, Laila Rose."

"And why is that, Alexander?"

"'Cause you're grinning like a fool,"

 Funny thing was that he was grinning like a fool himself without noticing either.

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a.n

Alex and Laila need a ship name asap.

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*I've changed the picture of Laila's room! It's on the side*

-Kc Jun.9.2014