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.Do You Want Me To Sing For You?.

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GUYS
IT HAS FINALLY HAPPENED
IT HAS ARRIVED

THE CONTINUATION

TAADAAAAH

IT'S ULTRA LONG, ULTRA INTERESTING, AND WITH LOADS OF TWISTS

I was having a huuuge freaking artblock these days, and this was drawn in the end of it, so I'm still not kinda sure in some moments on the drawing hahahah, but i just couldn't deprive you guys from this glorious plot! :la: 

TwiggyStone , you babe got himself some new pants! XD

Abyways, hope you guys like it!!! :heart::la:


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Previous part

Storyline

PoV Alex


We were chatting way too long. I think it must have been the longest talk since he first arrived. And I'm happy like a dork, just because I'm not thinking about anything: what is he talking about is fluidly dripping into my hear, and what I answer somehow automatically pronounces by my mouth. And you know what, that's amazing. I can spend hours sitting and talking to him like that, about everything and nothing. Yes, I'm a creepy romantic like that. It's something around 10pm, and since he came we have managed to change all of the possible spots in my room - he even let himself lie down on my bed like a Patrick-star. And  as for me, by that time, my ass has managed to flatter my table and the windowsill. And now I have no idea how we were able to crawl down on the floor next to the wardrobe. 

I'm sitting with my back leaning against the closet, and Nick is shying away a little, sitting a bit to the side and facing me. What a weird feeling. I'm too calm and i even have a desire to communicate with people. Well, not with all of them, of course, but with this little demon, who is jiggling his curls in front of my nose. 

"Bébé, ça te dit si je te coupe tes cheveux? Ils me perturbent*", I'm liking it way too much to confuse him, when he has absolutely no idea what I say. And it's not needed anyway. There always should be a slight mystery in everything we mean, right?

"What is that you're threatening me with?" he laughs, but is immediately distracted by the sound of a message coming from his phone. He smiles even more. But not to me. To the screen. Ça fait chier**.

But I'm not aiming to be a "special one" for him at all. Or... No, Alex, stay here. Nick is telling something to me, while I'm managing to skip it. I'm just not hearing him, my thoughts are winning over. God, that's been a while. And now I'm feeling a bit shitty.Why now, huh? My dear brain, why couldn't you have waited till midnight to give me a regular crash?

"Who was it?" I ask without any idea why.

"A friend. I told you about him..."

"That one from the nuthouse?" I sneer, while my heart is tearing apart by the sharp pain, which reminds me about something.

"First of all, it's not good no call it a nuthouse. Secondly, no. It was the other one", he explains.

"Nicky", I say, without knowing what exactly I wanna say to him.

I want to open up to him. I don't know why to this particular person. I can't hold so much of everything inside, hiding every single thing, understating. But I will scare him away as I scared away Lara. My head starts aching again and I'm trying to push at least some sounds out of my mouth just to fill up the silence.

"Yes, Alex?" he's not smiling and looking at me carefully.

"Well... you know, there's something bizarre happening to me for some years already and...", Alex, f*ck you, where is your ability to speak?! What are these halts, Jesus! Pothead, how only all of this shit is able to exit your mouth? Why did you even start?

Again the judgement... yeah, I shouldn't talk about this. And it should stop now.

"Forget it. No, really, I said nothing", I gabble, taking a deep breath in and searching for a new topic for a conversation.

"Hey Alex", he suddenly puts his hand on my knee and I become paralyzed, "It might not be obvious, but you can tell me anything you want. I mean, I know we aren't best friends or anything, but... Short, I think we have a lot in common, more than you think, and you can trust me. I almost trust you. No, wait, I do trust you. F*ck, I'm saying crap. Am I saying crap, am I not?" he pants. And I'm laughing.

Yes, he is saying crap. And he wants ho help me. But we have nothing in common, at least, from what I see, we are absolutely different.  I don't know what's happening...

"Instead of all this, you better come sit next to me and i will teach you some French", I  professionally improvise. He's doubting, but still pulling his butt to the doors of the closet and flops next to me.

I turn my head to him, and he's looking at me with his deer eyes, like there's a psycho who has just escaped the nuthouse in front of him. Well, can't deny that. 

"Alors, mon amour, on y va"

"Quoi***?" he answers me in the cutest way possible, obviously getting only the "mon amour" part.

"I say - well, let's start, my love", I smile and his phone goes off again with another message notification.

He's not catching it, as I'm grabbing it away from him.

"Hey!" he rebels, reaching for his phone, and I'm stretching my hand even further. Weird position: He is completely leaning on me, his cheek rubbing my nose, and his legs are having some unnatural bending. And, of course, every moment is not a moment without a crash. The door of my room opens wide and with the corner of my eye I notice Lara standing at the doorstep. She's somehow disgustingly wrinkles her nose, after what she is definitely wanting to say something acid.

"Alex, when you told that you can't take my horses to the paddocks this evening, I thought you will be teaching Nicholas French", she tilts her head and crosses her arms, smiling gibingly.

Nick, like scalded, jumps away from me, blushing straightaway. Come on, Nicky, we weren't doing anything inappropriate. 

"Right, that's what we were doing. But French has plenty of sides. For example, right now I'm teaching him some French kissing" I grin, watching Lara's confused face and Nicky, who's almost bursting in hysteria. I wink at him, making him blush even more. 

"Ah so? Then I can teach him some German porn", she's being acid. Bluffed it out, she-devil. 

"The one you practiced with me? If yes, then know, you're not that good of a teacher", checkmate. That was basely, but she got what she deserved. It was a bad idea to crawl into my life after you have spitted on it. 

"Alright, short, do what you want", am I seeing tears in her eyes? Then it's surely not because of my little dirty joke.

I let her walk away, and Nicky gets up to follow her out.

"Mon ange, tu vas où?****"

"Away from you", he throws sharply at me.

"That was just a joke", my face turned serious at once.

"What the hell was all of that now?" he was bridling, and I had no explanation to his umbrage.

"That was one of the edges of my craziness, anything wrong? And if you think that now she will go and tell everyone about all of that, than you're absolutely right. But do you really care about what others think? And, even if we were truly kissing, would you still be having this open disgust on your face like you have now?" I think it was the longest performance I've had since his arrival. And if not the longest one, than the most serious one, for sure, "Class dismissed. Tomorrow be ready by the lunchtime, we're going to the city"

"Alex, I didn't mean that. I mean, I'm not disgusted, it's just... I don't know why I reacted like that", he pants again.

"Don't excuse. It's late already and you were feeling bad. Ciao bébé"

He's leaving the room, giving me a meaningful look. The door is closing and I'm left sitting on the floor, trying to hold the crash which is boiling up in me. I pop up, and what's next - my brain couldn't come up with that.  Everything is spinning around. I'm disgusting. Sick, psycho, unstable, idiot. How else was I called, huh, Alex? Damn, enough. He didn't mean that. I just went way too far with my joke. But his reaction... his face. I'm deeply breathing in, but that doesn't help. I rush to the window to open it and have a gasp of fresh air. But I'm not reaching my destination: a mirror is successfully appearing on the table. What does Alex do? Alex is smashing it with his fist. Genius. But I'm not feeling pain. Rushing to the window, opening it completely. Breathing in the cool fresh night air, jerkily laughing. 

I notice some movement beneath. It's Quentin. That's been a while I've seen this pirate. He raises his eyes on me. Why is he walking around the centre in such a late time?

"Alex? You fine there?" whoah, he's talking to me first.

"Yeah...", this "yeah" turns out to be fake as hell, mixing with convulsive laughter, "Yeah. Everything's fine"

He shrugs his shoulders and walks away, and I stay there, half hanging out of the window. I guess I'm not sleeping this night. 


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I'm waiting for Nicky at the terrace, and this little prostitute is 10 minutes late already. How unpunctual are we. The time is approaching 12:00 and it becomes unbearably hot. There's a big possibility that I'm gonna take off my freaking tank right in the city. I don't care that i will make the little kid blush - no one s asking for his opinion in here. Where is this little creature, anyway?

I haven't fallen asleep that night at all, which haven't influenced my energy levels so far. I feel awake, but a little bit off-speed. Morally off-speed. That was a weird night: I stupidly sat on the windowsill thinking about nothing, staring at one point. My fav hobby. Alright, yeah, we both touched our the most fragile parts. I still can't quite understand what I did wrong so as he rushed from me with such a disgust. And I'm again seeing myself like deep shit, which everyone has nausea from. I'm like that and I can change nothing. Thanks, Nicky. 

I'm starting to think that he won't be coming at all. Got scared, poor thing. And he wanted to go to the city so much. Five more minutes and I'm out. Will be able to get some sleep then, I have cancelled all of the duties for today anyway. Aww here we go. Here it is, I see this little creature approaching me with tiny steps. He is indeed sweet. Douche, but sweet, I just can't be angry on him.

"Hey", he says quietly and carefully. Ha, and he does wears his multicolored pants in public.

"Salut, mon ange", I smile, and he's wasn't expecting such a warm greeting from me at all. I'm still staring at his pants, making him uncomfortable. Deep blue with black ornaments, seem like jeans. Fun kid. 

"Maybe wanna go?" his voice is trembling. Oh come on, don't start it all over again. 

"Wanna wanna. The bus is in 15 minutes, from here to the bus stop - same time, so we better hurry up, ma petite pute", I inform him. It was a bad idea to come late, I bet he was getting all ready. 

Without listening to his rebellious comments and exclamations, I rush forwards, barely holding a smile. We have to walk fast, as a desire to miss the bus is absent for me. Can't tell about Nicky, he must be crawling that slowly on purpose, pulling his tiny thin legs behind me.

"Should I carry you?" I laugh, looking over my shoulder, "Move your butt"

"I am hopeless at this point, I have short legs", he is being grumpy, speeding up a little.

The way to the bus stop wasn't that complicated - just 15 minutes by the road. During lunch time there weren't a lot of cars, and, from time to time, I amused myself by walking right in the middle of the highway. The guy starts worryingly waving his hands and trying to tell me not to do that. It was easier to put myself on the path of rightrousness than to listen to his arguments on why shouldn't I walk in the middle of the road. Mommy Nicky. I hear the noise of an approaching car, and the lad shortly grabs me by the edge of my tank, almost making me lose my balance. Where is so much force in such a small body from?  In the meantime, the bus stop showed in a couple of meters from us. There are 3 more minutes till the arrival, which is surprising, and Nicky is making a funny face. I quickly buy us the tickets.

"Wait, I'm gonna give you back the money", he bustles and reaches for his wallet.

"T'inquète, bébé*****", I answer, as ladies should be taken care of and seldomly paid for.

"What's up with your hand?" he notices my fist, which I wrapped in some piece of bandage this morning.

I don't answer. Not only because I don't want to, but as well because the bus has arrived. I pull Nicholas inside and lead to the most comfortable seats. The road to the city is 20 minutes long, which means, our butts should be placed nicely. I don't notice the trip to go by. Nicky, who apparently hasn't had enough sleep this night too, is just trying to keep his head up and his eyes opened. But after 5 minutes, I'm not even surprised to feel his head  resting on my shoulder. 

We arrive in sceduled 20 minutes. The lad jumps up, pretending it hasn't been him who had just been sleeping on my shoulder for the whole journey. Sweet. Yes, Alex, finally found a suitable adjective for him. Nicky is watching around the bus stop with the interest, like it was the first time he went out to a public place. The bus brought us to the railway station, which is kinda the center of the city. He must be truely experiencing the cultural shock - too much francophones around are passing by, and he's staring at them all with a silly smile. Like a child.

"You say, how is this city called?" the curly-head wonders, closely following me.

"Fribourg, my child", I repeat the thing that I've been telling to him these past days. 

"It's so beautiful in here! Is that a mall? Alex, let's go there, I've never ever been to Swiss malls!" he exults, and I close my eyes, laughing.

Honestly, I have no single idea how our trading centers are different from all others all over the world. But Nicky finds some extreme unexplicable  difference. Having spent in the building about an hour and having learned that there's one more mall across the street, he literally pulls me there by my hand. And he doesn't even know in which direction to go. What does Alex do? Alex gives this cub complete liberty, who is sticking to every shop window. Looking for new coloured pants? Ha, I wouldn't be surprised if so. Like that we approach the second shop. He's managing to buy some souvenirs and two chocolate bars. Well, productive enough. People are looking weirdly at us. Can't figure it out either it's because we're looking like Axl Rose and Slash, or because this very Slash is pulling me from side to side, punching everyone in the crowd. You'll be surprised, but I was able to push him out in the fresh air only after half an hour. There are a couple of bright shopping bags in his hands. In one of them, my friends, are red trousers with yellow patches. I'm impatiently waiting for the day he puts them on. I have no time to concentrate on my own thoughts today, which is for the better, I guess. I think about nothing, I just wanna laugh. Such a tough asshole and egoistic idiot I am, but there's a big "Thank you, Nicky" on the end of my tongue, which I will never say.

We are walking in the old city, and Nicholas is fascinated by literally everything around him - stone houses, wrought grids on the windows, endless ups and downs of the road, strange people passing by. I stop counting the number of photos he's taking on his poor phone. Suddenly I hear the statement that the squire is hungry. I am ready to hit his head by the asphalt, when having a huge variety of pizzarias, sushi places,  boulangeries (bakeries) and relatively nice restos, he wishes an ice cream. No wonders - we're passing by the huge café, which I have visited a lot before. They are selling all of the kinds of ice cream, about which Nicky's small head couldn't even dream of. He's taking his time to choose, after what he finally decides on the cornet with nutella ice cream. And I'm not cheating on my tradition: stracciatella. Si, si, signora. We leave the place: Nick is not that stupid at all as I thought. It did become unbearably hot outside, so the ice cream was the good idea. We are looking too strange: a guy pretending to be a lead singer of Guns'N'Roses and Mr Color Pants, attempting to try my ice cream.

Our next stop is the shop of vinyls, which we found absolutely randomly. I have even forgtten it exists in here. I should visit Fribourg more often. The seller, a girl with tattoos, welcoms us, who I recognise at once. She's my acquaintance since the time when I had just moved to this part of Switzerland. We are talking about life, while Nicky is running between the stands, each time finding a new vinyl of Red Hot Chili Peppers. There are four of them in his hands. He checks the price and at once starts to put them back on the shelves. My acquaintance laughs and gives him a discount on everything he wants. Well, by friendship. I have never seen Nicky that happy. He's too sweet. Oh, Nick, stop. He found the vinyls of Guns'N'Roses and just considers it as a nessecity to push one into my hands, take a photo, and upload it in the internet, signed: "Young Axl Rose is selling me his vinyl".

Having spent some more time sitting and chatting with the girl from the shop with a cup of coffee, me and Nick are walking back to the station to take a bus home. It got a bit chilly: it's already 8pm. I haven't even noticed the time fly by.

People are still having their walks on the streets, the bars start to get crowded, mostly with youngsters. Nicky is walking next to me, whistling the songs he hears from the cafés.

"Nicky", I say.

"Yes, Alex?" he answers carefully again, raising his eyes on me and following me.

"Do you want me to sing for you?"

"Well at least it will be fair. I did sing for you", he pronounces after a moment of awkward silence, not taking his eyes off me.

 I wait till we reach the bus stop. There's usually no-one in here at this time. I mean, all of the dumbs, who wanted to go to our forgotten desert, have done it a lot earlier, not with the last bus. We are sitting down on the bench and everything is quiet and empty around us. It's 20 minutes till the bus comes. 

"So?" he says impatiently, as i'm being silent for 5 minutes already.

I'm not making his expectations come true by singing something not from the RHCP. (click to listen c:) Recalling the lines of my favourite song, I'm quietly singing it, and Nick is listening attentively. You know, this song means a lot to me. Yeah, I do love to dive into the lyrics. Nicky too. I know it, he's listeting to every word, glancing at me from time to time, like they were my words, addressed to him. For some time we're sitting without saying a word, and after I start talking about the italian part of Switzerland by his demand. And here comes the bus. Ladies and gentlemen, it is empty. We're taking our seats close to the driver, as i like making company to these poor lonely guys.  The driver is kindly chatting with me, and Nicky is starting to switch off again. And I start to sing him quietly one italian song (click to listen c:), which makes him even sleepier. He's holding at forst, but soon his head finds itself on my soulder again.


Next part


"Bébé, ça te dit si je te coupe tes cheveux? Ils me perturbent" (French) - "Babe, do you mind me cutting your hair? They annoy me"

** Ça fait chier (French) - It pisses me off

*** Alors, mon amour, on y va (French) - Well, my love, let's start
       Quoi? - What?

**** Mon ange, tu vas où? - Where are you going, my angel?

***** T'inquète - Don't worry

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Alex, Lara, Quentin (c) by me
Nick (c) by TwiggyStone

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TeenWolfie243's avatar
What happened between Lara and Alex? They used to be so close and now he's making her cry? I don't think I've read everything so I'm sorry if I missed something that would answer this question :)