#convoalexander

The male sat on the couch, his mind replaying all the harsh words he had thrown to his girlfriend for the past weeks or so. Lately, it seemed like nothing was going right. Constant bickering was pretty much the only activity they had done together. He wasn't quite sure as to what really happened that they acted the way they were now because really, if you look back a year ago, you'd never think they were the same couple.

Alexander sighed, tapping his fingers against the wooden material of his table top as he glared at his laptop screen. His green orbs read his girlfriend's -- whom he unfortunately has to hide the world from-- Twitter mentions. He couldn't help it, she forgot to log out the last time she used his laptop, "u should totally date Cameron! you guys would tots make a cute couple!!!" The male rolled his eyes at the tweet which was awfully similar to the other ones. But despite that, he had faith in his girlfriend. Blake had eyes on him, not Cameron, right? Grabbing his iPhone, he typed in a text message:

to: babeeee ;)

The smell of pastries were familiar to him; he had stood at the very same spot years ago before he left with his father. It brought a smile to his face to finally be back to where he grew up in. The wooden benches had not been moved, so did the coffee shop she used to hang out at every day after school-- the coffee shop that held so many memories.

As soon he received that phone call from Dylan saying that her sister had just passed away, the first that Alexander did was rush to her house with a bunch comedy movies and food in hopes to cheer her up. She was always there when he needed her as comfort and he was more than glad to be here for her.

With a deep breath, he knocked against the door, calling out her name softly, "Dylan, babe.. Open up, it's me." Honestly, Alexander wasn't the best at comforting people, that was him, which explains why he was feeling slightly nervous. But despite that, he was ready.