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C h a p t e r 1 2 : Alexa

◇ Akira's POV: ◇

I stood still for what felt like forever, until I heard the familiar voice, "Akira! I missed you so much!"

I smile widely and look down at Alexa with her beautiful brown hair and deep brown colored eyes.

"Nice to see you again too Alexa. How old are you now hm?"

Alexa puts her index finger on her chin and furrows her eyebrows, "I'm..." she sticks four fingers up, "This many years old!"

She's so cute I'm going to cry.

"Really?" I copy her four fingers, "You're this old already?"

She nods, and then I realize that when I stumbled back, someone had caught me.

Specifically, Blake.

My cheeks flush, and I turn my head slightly to see Blake smiling warmly at us two.

He dropped the smile once he noticed me looking at him.

"Going to let me go anytime soon, Woody?" I teasingly ask.

He goes a little pink, "Oh. Sorry." And pulls his hands to his sides.

I find myself missing the feeling of his hands on my waist. I don't know why though.

Blake turns to Alexa, "Did you finish your homework?"

She looks down and slowly shakes her head.

"Go finish your homework, Alexa, then you can come find Akira and play with her, okay?" Blake gently says.

Alexa mumbles something incoherent and heads back to her room, sulking the whole way. .

"Want to head to my room till my parents let us know it's time to eat?" He asks.

I agreed and he led us to his room door. He opened it, and I stepped in, taking in my surroundings.

The second I stepped in, I could immediately smell his scent wafting through the air. I take a deep breath, breathing in the comforting scent.

There's a large pile of laundry in his laundry basket, starting to spill out, and his bed is a little messy, but other than that, his room is pretty neat and clean.

"Clean enough for you?" Blake teases.

I roll my eyes, "You know me so well. I guess it's clean enough," I smile.

Ever since we were younger, I was disgusted by anything dirty or could potentially have germs on.

He sits down on his desk chair and then proceeds to spin his chair around to face me.

We told me to sit anywhere, so I settled on the beanbag. We both sat in comfortable silence.

I looked around to see the layout of his room, and I noticed that his room is pretty dark and gloomy due to the black curtains covering the windows that are over his king-size bed in the right corner. A smooth shiny black table takes the left corner of his room, and to the right of the entrance to his room is a door There's another door on the left wall, and I ask, "What's that door for?"

"Oh, that? It's my bathroom."

I turn to the right.

"And that would be my walk-in closet," he says after seeing where my attention adverted to.

"You have a walk-in closet?" I exclaim.

Rich ass motherfucker. I want my own walk-in closet.

"Yep. This guy," points to himself, "Needs his clothes to look good," he jokes.