Come Back to Me
He's back.
It's 5pm and we haven't heard anything. I'm in my bedroom reading a book and Tom is downstairs watching tv. Every time I hear cars drive past I think it's Alex. But each time I run to the windows, it's not him. I must fall asleep because I can hear voices, muffled voices. I open my eyes, my book is on my chest. I can definitely hear voices, I'm not dreaming it. I sit up slowly and look towards the window. When I look out I can see a cop car driving away. Tom is laughing. Alex is back.. I creep downstairs and listen..
"My god!! I can't believe it!!" Tom shouts. When I get downstairs I can see tom and Alex hugging, tom is giving Alex a few manly slaps on the back.
"Alex!" I say. Tom turns.
"Amy, he's back!!" He states the obvious. Alex is wearing his suit, but it looks a little dirty. He has a bruise next to his left eye. His hair is a mess, and he looks relieved to be home. Even though he looks a little rough for wear, he still looks good. I rush over and throw my arms around him, burying my face in his neck. His arms wrap round my waist as he gently lifts me off the ground. When he puts me back down I gently slap his arm.
"Where have you been??" He laughs and looks down to the floor.
"Sorry, I got held up.." I cuddle him again, but I don't want to let go.
"I think we should celebrate.. Let's go out tonight. What do you say Alex??" Tom asks excitedly.
"Sure.." He says, sounding as if he's only saying yes to pleas tom. When I let go I look at the state of his clothes.
"You better go for a shower... Are you hungry?" I ask.
"Starving!!"
"Leftover Chinese? There's a lot.." I ask.
"Sounds great, thanks. I'll just head for a shower."
"I'll get your food heated up!" Tom offers, and heads into the kitchen. Before Alex heads upstairs I gently touch his cheek, tilting his head to the side so I can look at the bruise. He doesn't take his eyes off me as I look.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not right now it doesn't."
"I'm glad you're back.." I whisper. "Shower, now!!" I joke by pointing to the stairs. He smiles and plants a kiss on my forehead before running upstairs. Tom comes out of the kitchen holding a beer.
"Here you go.. Drink up. So, tonight, few drinks.. Music.. Dance..what do you think?" He asks.
"Yeah.. Why not."
"Don't sound too enthusiastic about it! Go get yourself ready!"
"Tom he's just back, don't rush him out to a club! Can we at least sit with him and talk?"
"I guess.." I sigh at toms selfishness. I defiantly didn't inherit that. Tom has Alex's food ready for him leaving the shower. Alex comes downstairs wearing just a towel wrapped round his waist. He picks up a white tshirt and jeans, and goes back upstairs to change. Finally he comes back down and sits down to his meal.
"So are you gonna tell us what happened?" Tom asks, waiting in suspense.
"I will, but can I tell you tomorrow? I just want to eat this, go out and forget about what's happened."
"I guess.. As long as you're ok?" Tom asks.
"I am now, yeah. Nothing bad happened to me, don't worry." Alex assured tom.
"My god!! I can't believe it!!" Tom shouts. When I get downstairs I can see tom and Alex hugging, tom is giving Alex a few manly slaps on the back.
"Alex!" I say. Tom turns.
"Amy, he's back!!" He states the obvious. Alex is wearing his suit, but it looks a little dirty. He has a bruise next to his left eye. His hair is a mess, and he looks relieved to be home. Even though he looks a little rough for wear, he still looks good. I rush over and throw my arms around him, burying my face in his neck. His arms wrap round my waist as he gently lifts me off the ground. When he puts me back down I gently slap his arm.
"Where have you been??" He laughs and looks down to the floor.
"Sorry, I got held up.." I cuddle him again, but I don't want to let go.
"I think we should celebrate.. Let's go out tonight. What do you say Alex??" Tom asks excitedly.
"Sure.." He says, sounding as if he's only saying yes to pleas tom. When I let go I look at the state of his clothes.
"You better go for a shower... Are you hungry?" I ask.
"Starving!!"
"Leftover Chinese? There's a lot.." I ask.
"Sounds great, thanks. I'll just head for a shower."
"I'll get your food heated up!" Tom offers, and heads into the kitchen. Before Alex heads upstairs I gently touch his cheek, tilting his head to the side so I can look at the bruise. He doesn't take his eyes off me as I look.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not right now it doesn't."
"I'm glad you're back.." I whisper. "Shower, now!!" I joke by pointing to the stairs. He smiles and plants a kiss on my forehead before running upstairs. Tom comes out of the kitchen holding a beer.
"Here you go.. Drink up. So, tonight, few drinks.. Music.. Dance..what do you think?" He asks.
"Yeah.. Why not."
"Don't sound too enthusiastic about it! Go get yourself ready!"
"Tom he's just back, don't rush him out to a club! Can we at least sit with him and talk?"
"I guess.." I sigh at toms selfishness. I defiantly didn't inherit that. Tom has Alex's food ready for him leaving the shower. Alex comes downstairs wearing just a towel wrapped round his waist. He picks up a white tshirt and jeans, and goes back upstairs to change. Finally he comes back down and sits down to his meal.
"So are you gonna tell us what happened?" Tom asks, waiting in suspense.
"I will, but can I tell you tomorrow? I just want to eat this, go out and forget about what's happened."
"I guess.. As long as you're ok?" Tom asks.
"I am now, yeah. Nothing bad happened to me, don't worry." Alex assured tom.