David: Peterson's?

Ok wait, what?
Really?
Now?
Hello Mr.I-don't-follow-earth-time, its been more than three weeks since you've last talked to me.

How bloody impressive.

Despite myself, I sent-

Me: Sure. When?

David: Is it ok if its a little late? 8 ish?

Late?
What happened to the old David?

Me: Ok. 8 is good.

David: Thanks. I'm picking u up :)

Me: Sure :)

Ok.

What. The. Actual. Hell?

Did that conversation just happen?
Did David just ask me to go to Peterson's with him?
Did I just say ok?

What happened to that pissed Eva?
Gods I hate boys.

Oh wait.
Zach, Alec...

Not bad.

...

Ok that conversation with myself did not make any sense.
I'm actually going mad.

Completely unsure as to what had happened in the last minute I decided there was only one person I could talk to.

Me: Hey

Me: Hey

Me: You're supposed to say 'hey' back

Me: ZACH

Zach: Ok ok! I'm here.

Zach: What do you want?

Me: Ok listen.

Zach: Mm?

Me: So today, like rn, David texts me to go with him to Peterson's.

Zach: Again? You have to take me this time...

Me: Zach! Focus. That's not the point.

Me: He asked me to hang out with him @ 8

Me: 8 pm

Zach: What, no

Me: What, yes!

Zach: So its like an actual date?

Me: Um, he didn't actually ask like that so I'm not sure

Zach: I'm the happiest for you!

Me: Thanks cheesy man

Cheese man: Hey! You need some cheese in your life!

Me: That's why we have pizza

Cheese man: *face palm*

Me: I'll catch u later

Cheese man: Duh! K bye

Me: Bye

I leave my phone on the table and lie down on my bed. Its only 8:30 in the morning.

How do I sit still?

To kill time, I decided to go over to Izzy's house. I walked downstairs, to be greeted by Dad reading the paper.

"Hey Dad", I nodded.

"Hey. Where are you off to, so early?", he asked, looking over his paper.

"I'm going over to the Haynes'. Is Mom there?", I asked, realising the usually noisy kitchen was silent today.

"Yeah she is. Have fun", Dad said.

"Thanks. You too. Bye", I said as I closed the door behind me. I pulled my jacket closer as I walked across the street. I rang the doorbell once, as I reached the door. Alec opened the door.

"Hey Eva", he smiled.

"Hey", I smiled back. Then he looked at my top that was peeking though my jacket and froze.

"Ok... I'm going to come in", I mumbled, slightly freaked out by his reaction.

"Yeah, sorry. But wait", he said as his fingers creepy to the hem if his hoodie. I almost chocked on my own breath as he pulled the hoodie over his head. I blushed as a shiver of his flat stomach showed when his shirt rode up. Then I looked at the shirt.

"We're twinning!", I exclaimed, grinning at him.

"Yeah", he smiled. His shirt read Made in Brooklyn and so did mine.

Both of us, grinning like idiots, walked into the dinning room where Mom and Marcia we're setting up the table.

"Help?", I asked. Marcia looked up.

"Oh yeah. Can you get the- Are you guys dating?", she asked, one eyebrow raised. I immediately felt the heat rush to my cheeks.

"No! Why would you think that?", Alec asked, looking quite flustered.

"Well, you guys are wearing the same shirt. Isn't that a trend for young couples now?", Mom interjected, defending Marcia, who was now nodding.

"Mom. Its called a coincidence. And no, its not a trend. And no, we're not dating", I tried to clear the elephant sized doubt.

"Hm", both mothers shrugged and walked into the kitchen together. Alec turned towards me.

"Sorry about that. Looks like you're not needed here anymore. Wanna come upstairs? My room?", he asked.

"What about Izzy?", I asked, suddenly remembering the main reason I came.

"She didn't tell you? She's gone to her friend's house over the weekend", Alec said.

"Oh. Ok, then. To your room it is", I shrugged as he lead me upstairs. The moment I stepped into his room, I gasped.

"Are all these yours?", I squealed as I jealously eyed the stacks of books that lined his bedroom walls, inwardly fangirling so much it couldn't be good for my health. He grinned at me. Anyone could clearly see how much he treasured all the books.

"Yeah. All of them", he beamed, unable to wipe that grin off his face.

"That is so cool! Can I?", I asked, my hands tingling just to touch the books.

"Be my guest", he smiled. I smiled back and gave a small squeal as I inches towards the books. They were all stacked randomly, but it looked so pretty! Almost every series and book I knew was there in those piles.
The whole deal.

"You were holding back on me", I accused, as the fangirl in me finally began to calm down.

"It never came up", he shrugged. I rolled my eyes.

"You're like an Alaska", I smiled.

"I guess you could say that", he said, smiling at his books. I sat down on his bed, swinging my legs.

"Do you mind if I play some music?", he asked.

"No, its fine", I told him.

My eyes swept across the stacks of books lining his wall, as the notes of Despacito began playing. I looked up at Alec. He looked back at me, his hand reaching out to me.

"Will you do me the honours?", he asked, looking me straight in the eye.

"Sure", I blushed as I took his hand.

He pulled me closer to him. My cheeks flushed red and my heart was beating so loud, I was pretty sure Alec could hear it hammering against my chest. He slowly began moving to the beat and I just followed his hands and body.

We began to catch the rhythm as our bodies started to move in sync, his body moving with mine. The moment was beautiful, it was precious. I wanted to stay there forever, in his arms, against his body, with the music weaving its way around us.

Something in that dance, it just... I couldn't possibly put it down in words. He held my hand the whole time, his blood pulsating in sync with mine. Every time he pulled me to his chest, I could hear and feel the deep resonance of his beating heart.

He looked into my eyes the whole time, and bore into them not in an uncomfortable way, but in a way that I knew that this was where I belonged- right next to him, staring back into his eyes.

His eyes, the lovely storm that mesmerised me at first look, were so much more interesting up close. Those grey eyes that looked like starbursts of blue against the right lighting and dark grey, almost black when he was angry.

Those eyes that crinkled around the corners every time he laughed, but when he was angry, flared in such a way that those soft eyes turned rigid.

That dance brought out the passionate side in both if us. He kept running his eyes all over my body as if we could stay in that moment forever if we could memorise each other just enough.

I kept staring at his sharp features, his perfect jawline, those soft eyes dancing all over my body, his muscular arms wrapped around me, the rolling of all his muscles as he moved with me, the feel of his hard chest as I moved against it.

That was my perfect moment. Those three minutes of the song.

But like every song and moment, it ended. As the song faded away, both of us drew away from each other, breathing hard, as if we had just finished running. He looked at me at the same time when I looked at him. But both of us looked away.

It was like an unspoken truth - it felt like a crime to look at each other in the eye without music to bind us together. He moved away from me and sat down on the bed. I sat down next to him.

"You're an amazing dancer", he breathed out.

"Yeah right", I scoffed. I wasn't even being modest, I wasn't amazing.

"I swear, best dance partner ever. Sometime later?, he asked, a pleading look in his eyes. I nodded. As if on cue, Marcia's voice rang through the house-

"Breakfast!"

Food!
Yay!