Only Ocean

When there was no telling

LAURA

"Oh my Gosh, are you serious? I didn't know I acted like that drunk. Alex, I'm so sorry." He meets me with a smile and a childish rub on the head mess up my hair more as if it isn't already a nest.

"I'm.. used to it."

I'm sure he meant it with reassurance but I felt bad in a way, even while looking at the smile on his face I couldn't help but return a pity one. "Well, I don't know how you put up with me. If I were you, I'd be done with myself years ago."

His smile stays while I adjust my sitting, "Wait, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be on tour?" I notice his smile fade.

"Don't worry about that, you need to go and eat something. I'm sure you're starving." And he was right.

"I haven't gone shopping in I don't k-"

"I already brought you something." Alex interrupted getting up from the bed with me.

"Huh? you did? You had to have planned this all out or something."
"No, I just slipped out while you were asleep this morning." Alex goes into the kitchen and comes back with a plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Also with a side of apple juice.

"Oh my God, I literally love you." It's like I'm rushing to take the plate from him until he moves it from my hands.

"Nuh uh, not so fast. What's the magic word?"
"Alex!? Come on, please?" I whine like a baby and he's quick to hand over the plate with a satisfied grin.

I never mind his efforts and almost inhale the food like it's my first breath, I notice him watching me from the side. "You enjoying the show?" I say with a full mouth barely pronouncing any words.

"You just look cute." I physically cringe and he lets out a playful laugh. "Okay, seriously, get out before I lose my appetite."

Alex and I decided to go out and do some shopping since he wouldn't be there when I need breakfast any other day.

~

"Ok, that's not true! I am not a lightweight." Alex and I argue over lunch in the middle of our home cooked lunches.

I felt far more worse than the back ache that I've had since I was fourteen, my hangover was something I could barely bear. Still, I handled it in the way I thought was best.

"From my experience, you most definitely are. You can't even tell when you've drunk too much!" Alex says in such a serious and playful way all at once, I never know how he does it.

He always seems so controlled on his emotions, I've always envied him for it since we were younger. "Listen, I just like to get fucked up sometimes. Okay?" He meets my words with laughter.

"I think I could tell by now." After taking another bite of his sandwich Alex is looking over my shoulder then back at me. "What time is it?"

"It's only 4:30" And that gets Alex going with a worried look on his face. "Oh fuck, I was supposed to be out of here by then."

I'm not sure why, but that sort of hurt my feelings in a way. I'm sure it wasn't intentional.
Alex is rushing to grab his bags he seemingly brought with him, in a frantic to pack and I'm left dumbfounded at the kitchen island.

"Where's my fucking— thing. My fucking, hair thingy." Alex is left unattended around my apartment while my mind and eyes take over, he probably thinks I'm being weird or just plain don't care.

"Laura! Have you seen that thing I use for my hair?" .....
"Laura!"

Alex ends up in front of me still in his frantic manner, "Laura, have you seen it!?"

My eyes look at his, still dumbfounded as before. "Seen what?" "My thing— you know what it's fine."

"Alex, what are you-" Im left talking to myself when the front door closes in the blink of my eye.

Damn.