so, this is from a few months ago (like march of 2009).
it definitely needs editing, but i’m not bothering to work on it because i’m not using it in the book.
it’s ridiculously wordy and shows (to me, at least) how far i’ve come with my writing in such a short amount of time….
just thought i’d share with ya’ll =)
Alexis allowed Blake to keep hold of her hand as they maneuvered through the crowd and into a semi-empty hallway. Blake found a bedroom door and knocked. No one answered, so they entered.
Alexis immediately pulled her hand away and walked over to the bed and sat down, for fear of her legs buckling under her. The alcohol wasn’t helping her nervousness in the slightest. She waited for him to speak first. He did approach her, after all, and she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of her talking any more than was needed.
She sat perfectly still as Blake walked over to a pile of coats and dug until he found his own. He reached into the inside pocket and pulled out a box with a bow on it.
What in the world is going on? wondered Alexis.
“Baby, I know things have been not so great between us lately,” Blake started, “and I know I was the one who wanted the weekend apart, but I couldn’t even make it through the afternoon without wanting to call you.”
This was a strange statement coming from Blake, seeing as he’s not exactly a mushy type of guy. He was sweet, but never really talked about feelings. Alexis was understandably confused and it was such a strong emotion at the moment that she seemed to sober up a bit.
“O.K.” she replied, “Well, I’m not quite sure what to say. You’ve just been acting so distant and, honestly, pretty damn mean, and I don’t get it. Is there a reason for it or…” she trailed off.
“No. No reason that I know of for sure. All I could figure while thinking about it today was just that I feel different when I’m around Andrew lately. I can’t really explain it but he seems different, and when we hang out I’ve felt more independent and like I don’t care about anything really. It sounds so stupid, hearing myself say it, but it’s the truth.”
He wrapped a stray ribbon from the bow around his finger absentmindedly as he spoke.
“I do really care about you and couldn’t stand losing you, but I also didn’t want to piss off my best friend, and I felt like I would have if I didn‘t go along with him.”
“Well,” Alexis asked, “have you talked to him about it? Is something going on with him that he’s not telling you?” She really didn’t have a clue what all this meant, but something about the tone of Blake’s voice, and his uncharacteristic fidgeting made her desperately want to fix the situation.
“Yeah, I mentioned it to him – not like he didn’t know we’ve been fighting, anyway. I know you don’t give a rat’s ass about him, but I still hate telling you that he doesn’t like you, either. He all of a sudden didn’t like that we’re together. He never used to care either way, but lately…. I don’t know. He just kept mentioning stuff that made me irritated with you for some reason. Like you’re controlling or something. And I know you’re not, but at the time, it all made sense and I didn’t even feel bad about what I was saying or doing.
I know it can’t be just him—they’re my actions, so some part of it was me. The thing is that I don’t really feel any of the things I’ve been saying. I couldn’t care less if we’re late for school. It’s freaking senior year – who cares, right?”
At this point, Alexis let herself relax a bit.She leaned back, her hands supporting her from behind, and just watched Blake pace and talk.
She knew it was impossible for Andrew to make Blake act like a jerk—he didn’t have super powers or anything. She actually had to laugh at herself for thinking that because, really, if Andrew did have super powers, she doubted he’d use them on something so petty. But, as far as what Blake was telling her, she somehow knew he was being honest and that he was just as confused as she was. It was Andrew’s fault. She could feel it—kind of like she just knew Hollie’s thoughts.
But, she also knew that neither she nor Blake had a clue as to why or how Andrew was responsible.
She sat up then, and asked, “Well, what are we gonna do about it? There’s nothing I can change, that I know of. And if this is just ‘happening’ to you, how can you stop it?”
“That’s what I asked myself all afternoon and I didn’t come up with an answer. So, I finally called Andrew and just flat out told him that it has to stop. I said that I didn’t know what the problem was, but that I wanted to be with you and I didn’t care whether he liked it or not.
It took him a minute to respond, and when he did, he was totally random. He told me to come pick him up and we’d go shopping for you.”
“What? Is that what the box is? Weird.”
“Yeah, I know.” Blake finally stopped moving around and sat down next to Alexis on the bed, but not too close. “But it’s true. I have the box to prove it,” he said with a shy smile.
“Whatever his deal was, I guess it’s over. He said he was sorry and didn’t mean to pressure me about you. If I wanna be with you, it’s cool with him now. You got me—the guy’s a mystery. Kinda always has been. But anyway, he helped me pick out an ‘apology gift’ and, well, here it is. I hope you like it. I can’t take all the credit for it, but I think it’s pretty cool.”
“Well,” Alexis said, “you don’t even know if I forgive you yet.”
Blake’s expression froze, and a few seconds of silence went by before Alexis burst into laughter. Blake let out a long breath and smiled, and Alexis felt her buzz come back, but now part of her high was from being there with Blake.
“Here you go.” Blake handed her the box, moving closer to her in the process.
“Why, thank you,” Alexis said politely, in a jesting manner. She tore off the perfectly tied bow and took the lid off the plain white box to find a necklace sitting inside. A really awesome, chunky necklace with a padlock on it. Just her style.
“I actually really like it. But what’s the padlock for?” she asked at the same time as Blake was rolling up his sleeve to expose the matching bracelet he was wearing. His was a thick chain with a key-like clasp.
“It’s supposed to represent your heart, I guess,” his awkwardness about emotions coming back into play. “I hope I didn’t overstep by putting on the key. I don’t want to assume I’m the one who has your heart but, well, that’s kinda what the gift is all about.”
“It’s absolutely perfect, babe. I really do love it. And, of course you have my heart.” Alexis smiled quickly, and then added, “As long as you don’t start acting like a jerk again.”
“Ha ha!” Blake stuck his tongue out at her.
“So, does this mean things are back to normal?”
“I guess so – and I’m glad. Do you wanna get back out to Hollie and Olivia? You told them you wouldn’t be too long.”
“Yeah, I do. And I wanna show off my present. Can you put it on for me?”
“But, of course.”
Alexis took the necklace out of the box, noticing how heavy it felt in her hand and was surprised to actually feel a bit of a tingle—like a mini jolt of electricity. Not bad, but definitely weird. Whatever. What isn’t weird in my life? She unclasped it so Blake could put it on her. After he fastened it and she let her hair back down, she turned around and found herself looking in those amber eyes again. She hadn’t seemed to notice them during their entire conversation, but now they were all she could see. She felt powerless while swimming in the depths of those eyes. Her body weakened.
Blake sensed this, and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, breaking the spell and forcing her to look away. He held her as tightly as he could without hurting her. It was a comforting, wonderful hug, and it made Alexis feel immensely better. When Blake finally released her, he bent down for a sweet, soft kiss and they both grinned at each other like idiots for a bit before leaving the room to return to the party.