It's Never Gonna Be Too Late.
The Collision Of Your Kiss.
Alex's POV.
I shut my phone, hanging up with Ashe.
Why did I call her of all people?
I swear that was the first time I've ever called her from my cell phone.
I layed back on my pillow, closing my eyes like I had before Mikey came over.
I shouldn't have closed my eyes.
I only thought about Mikey then.
It's always been awkward between us since the night of the concert.
Ever since he lied and said he felt nothing for me, butterflies and knots were the only thing I felt when I looked at him.
I quickly opened my eyes and tried drowning out all thoughts of Mikey.
It was so difficult, since I could still smell his strong scent from the living room.
As I got up off the bed to close the bedroom door, Bob came out of the bathroom.
He walked towards me fully dressed with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his neck.
"Hey, whatcha doin'?" he asked.
I sighed, "Nothing, really. I'm starting to get another headache."
It was my own fault, though.
I knew it was from constantly thinking about Mikey and how I couldn't do this to Bob.
"Maybe you should lie down again. You seem to get them often," he stated.
"Yeah, I know. I think I will."
I collapsed back on the bed, feeling relieved.
"Honey, were you talking to someone as I was showering?"
"Yeah, Mikey stopped by. We were just talking about Gerard and his problems and stuff."
"Oh, that's it?"
"Yeah. We both agree Gee's a fucking train wreck."
He quietly chuckled.
"Keep resting," Bob said.
I turned over to face the opposite direction of him.
He continued to towel dry his hair.
Once he was finished, he threw the towel into the bathroom.
"Nice shot," I laughed, keeping my eyes shut.
"Thank you, thank you very much," he laughed as well and climbed next to me.
He turned on the small T.V. that sat atop our bureau.
He stroked my head and I sat up.
I wrapped my arms around one of his and leaned my head on his shoulder.
He lifted my head and lightly kissed my lips.
I stared into those icy blue eyes of his.
"I love you," he whispered.
I continued to stare, not saying anything.
You love him, you idiot, say it back! I yelled at myself.
"I love, you, too," I finally admitted.
It was hard not thinking of Mikey as I said that.
I shut my phone, hanging up with Ashe.
Why did I call her of all people?
I swear that was the first time I've ever called her from my cell phone.
I layed back on my pillow, closing my eyes like I had before Mikey came over.
I shouldn't have closed my eyes.
I only thought about Mikey then.
It's always been awkward between us since the night of the concert.
Ever since he lied and said he felt nothing for me, butterflies and knots were the only thing I felt when I looked at him.
I quickly opened my eyes and tried drowning out all thoughts of Mikey.
It was so difficult, since I could still smell his strong scent from the living room.
As I got up off the bed to close the bedroom door, Bob came out of the bathroom.
He walked towards me fully dressed with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his neck.
"Hey, whatcha doin'?" he asked.
I sighed, "Nothing, really. I'm starting to get another headache."
It was my own fault, though.
I knew it was from constantly thinking about Mikey and how I couldn't do this to Bob.
"Maybe you should lie down again. You seem to get them often," he stated.
"Yeah, I know. I think I will."
I collapsed back on the bed, feeling relieved.
"Honey, were you talking to someone as I was showering?"
"Yeah, Mikey stopped by. We were just talking about Gerard and his problems and stuff."
"Oh, that's it?"
"Yeah. We both agree Gee's a fucking train wreck."
He quietly chuckled.
"Keep resting," Bob said.
I turned over to face the opposite direction of him.
He continued to towel dry his hair.
Once he was finished, he threw the towel into the bathroom.
"Nice shot," I laughed, keeping my eyes shut.
"Thank you, thank you very much," he laughed as well and climbed next to me.
He turned on the small T.V. that sat atop our bureau.
He stroked my head and I sat up.
I wrapped my arms around one of his and leaned my head on his shoulder.
He lifted my head and lightly kissed my lips.
I stared into those icy blue eyes of his.
"I love you," he whispered.
I continued to stare, not saying anything.
You love him, you idiot, say it back! I yelled at myself.
"I love, you, too," I finally admitted.
It was hard not thinking of Mikey as I said that.