Post by whatimdoinghere on Dec 9, 2009 20:22:35 GMT
Title: Chicken for two?
Rate: R
Pairing: Alex/Nina
Disclaimer: I wrote this to my friend, as a christmas present (lol), since she is obsessed with Alex the same way I am. Sooo, it's a silly and cliché love story, so don't judge me please. (I hate love stories btw, I prefer drama
)
Oh and sorry if it is too big
PART ONE:
DAY ONE
4:50 a.m
I rolled my body on the bed, my eyes shut close while I’ve groped through my cupboard to find the snooze button on the damned alarm clock. When I finally found it, I snarled when my fingers couldn’t reach the fucking button. Angrily, I had to sit up, groggily from sleep and dizzy from the alcohol, and I finally taped off the alarm clock, with so much strength the device fell on the floor.
I didn’t care. As long as I could have silence once again, everything was fine.
At least I hope so.
With my head buzzing out of pain, I tried to make out what was going on around me. Slowly and slowly, I could understand and remember that I was on my bedroom, and things were all scattered on the floor – like always -; CD’s, records, books, clothes, underwear, papers and newspapers. I wasn’t usually messy and stuff, but the past months I haven’t had time to do anything. With three jobs to endure, I didn’t have time left for me.
I got out of bed, still groggily, and tried to find my jeans. I found it underneath a pile of books and I put them on, passing the tiny hallway that lead to the living room – kitchen and a small (almost like a cubicle) bathroom. I didn’t have much money to afford a comfortable home, but I didn’t stay long in it, so it didn’t bother that much. I spend most of time away, anyway.
Opening my bathroom door, standing right on front of me was the reflex of the mirror. There I was, a skinny, tall and fair haired Glasgow nobody; with dark circles under green eyes that looked so tired and worn; the hair, messy and disgusting; veins popping out from the extremely long arms and my bones ribs appearing on my thorax.
Hi, my name is Alex Kapranos, and I’m a complete mess.
5:45 a.m.
As soon as I arrived work, I already received tons to do: clean the kitchen – which was dirty like somebody had overturned cans and cans of trash on it, and also mudd -, wash the dishes – I’ve never seen such a huge pile! Seriously, if those plates fell on top of me, RIP Alexander Paul Huntley Kapranos, and his remains would never be found – put the dishes into the cupboards, everything organized – again, have you seen the size of that pile? This would take hours! – AND clean the restaurant before a single costumer would enter.
HELLO, there is something called time, could you please stop it? Thank you very much.
I wasn’t going to be able to do that in only two hours, especially in the state I was – hangover. I feel like I could throw up over those plates or the kitchen tiles and then I would have more work to do. However, I must stay optmist and obey what my boss was telling me too; otherwise I would get fired. And I wasn’t in a good financial situation to be fired out of my job.
I grabbed the broomstick on the small closet there was outside of the restaurant, and some other cleaning material, along with my apron and gloves and started working. With a song in my mind, and humming it, I finished cleaning the kitchen AND the restaurant withing almost one hour, and now it was time to face the monster pile of dishes.
Oh, damn, I could feel my stomach rolling inside of me.
And the last thing I remembered was my boss yelling and firing me because I’ve thrown up on those plates.
7:23 p.m.
Ok, I was fired from one job, but I still had two more, remember?
I shivered out of cold while the freezing wind blowed against my face; my nose was already insensible. I searched through my pockets the key to the night club, and I found it underneath a lot of useless things that were inside it. Still trembling of cold, I opened the door quickly so that I could get inside – and as soon as I stepped inside the club, I felt a rush of hot air relaxing my body once again. I tapped my nose instinctively, and I felt it slowly getting back to conscience again.
“You’re late, Alex”, Selene reproved, while she was drying the cups with a rather old and dirty handkerchief. “Get to work quickly, Ok?”
“I know, sorry”, I said to my boss, looking down, and I hurried to get behind the bar. I put away my jacket and coat and went to Selene’s side, to help her to organize the drinks and the cups. “Do you need any more help, Selene?”
Selene sighed and closed her eyes, rubbing her neck.
“There’s this new girl, she’s a newbie. Help her if she needs something, Ok? I don’t want plates and cups breaking on her first day here”
“Sure, Selene”, I nodded to her and I kept on organizing, and when we finally finished our work, the backdoor opened and Bob Hardy come from it, with a broom on his hands and he started sweeping the floor. “Hi-ah, Party Hardy!”
Bob turned around and waved at me, never stopping his work.
“Hello, mistah Alex”, he said, with a crooked smile on his face. “You’re late”
“I know, the boss have already said that to me… I had a tough day today”, I said, with a rather childish smile on my space when Selene sent me another reproving look. “I know you love me, Selene”
Selene rolled her eyes and threw the handkerchief on my face, and then showing me her tongue after.
“And I still don’t know why I still let you work here, you’re too annoying for my liking”, she said in a sarcastic tone. “And its Miss Castañeda for you”
She winked at me and passed through the backdoor, leaving me there with a foolish smile on my face. Yes, if you’re wondering, we have already slept together. A long time ago. Years ago, actually. But it was just one of those casual sex nights, like one night stand.
Ok, she was the woman who I lost my virginity to.
When I was eighteen.
Yeah. Ouch.
However, he were friends since – all those flirtation that we had between us was just a joke between two friends, and nothing more. I have insisted on something more, but she didn’t wanted – so I respected her and I backed off. Now, we are friends and she’s my boss while I’m her employee.
In a sick, perverted and twisted mind that would be hot. But I’m not like that anymore – at least I hope so.
However, in the next few seconds, I wasn’t able to think straight. The air escaped from my lungs, the floor underneath my feet rumbled and I’ve lost any sense of direction and conscience I had – it was just me and the space.
There, in front of me, there was one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen in my life.
She wasn’t like a supermodel, with those curvilinear body and the bright blue eyes – her simplicity and her humbleness were what made my heart take a leap.
She was short, slim, with big brown eyes and curly hair that were falling like waves on her shoulder, which were always falling off on front of her eyes and from her ponytail – she was wearing a miniskirt – the uniform of the bar – revealing her tan and long legs. She was a bit clumsy, and when I saw that she was about to knock down the tray with all it’s contains, and I hurried to her side to help her before she would break everything.
“Here, let me help you”, I offered my help, getting to her side quickly and taking the tray full of cups from her hands.
I put the tray on a table near, and the girl thanked me.
“Oh, thank you very much! I think I won’t be able to do a good work on this killer heels”, she said, pointing at his shoes, that were way too tall for her to handle. “I don’t know how Selene can handle those monsters…”
She finally looked at me, and we both felt eletric shocks from our gaze to the end of our toes. Like someone has plugged in a socket inside of bath tub – thousands of volts traveled in light speed through our body – just by one look.
“Hm… Hi, my name is Alex”, I’ve managed to say without stuttering.
The girl smiled again, and after she took her heels out, she made a relieved face and shook my hand – if electric shocks had already passed through my body just by a simple gaze, imagine when my skin softly touched her!
“Hi, my name is Nina”
DAY TWO
3:47 a.m.
Have you ever read any book by Edgar Allan Poe, the Father of all cop romance? Where there are psychopaths or something alike? Have you ever seen any movie by Hitchcock? Especially that one where’s the crazy bloke tries to kill a woman with a dagger while she’s showering?
Well, that was how I was felling.
Ooops! No, I wasn’t feeling like killing anyone – gosh, I barely could hurt someone with my weak body, imagine trying to kill someone? – I’m refeering of that crazy-psycho-mental-weirdness on the psychopaths and stalkers minds. When they need something, they just see what they want, and nothing more.
And that was the way I felt about Nina (in a non-psycho-stalker way.).
I couldn’t stop thinking about her, and she was all I could see. Yeah, I know, a bit too cliché, but it was true.
4:12 a.m.
Oh well. I can’t sleep. Hooray.
4:23 a.m.
I could remember her smile during all night at the night club. She was horribly clumsy on those high heels, falling and tripping almost every time. And there I was to hold her before she would fall flat on the floor.
4:59 a.m.
Great. This girl is leaving me with insomnia.
5:17 a.m.
Maybe the reason of me not sleeping and the never ending thoughts about Nina are caused by the fact I haven’t dated someone in months…
…And why every single bit of my life simply sucks?
6:35 a.m
WHY IN HELL CAN’T I SLEEP?
6:43 a.m.
Zzzzzz….
DAY THREE
7:00 p.m.
“You’ve arrived in time today, Mr. Kapranos”
Selene smiled at me with her childish tone and told me to organize the tables and to help Bob on the cleaning. Of course I had arrived earlier today – I wanted to see Nina. I needed to see her, I haven’t see her in hours and that was already making me nervous.
Oh wait – I am indeed sounding a bit psycho.
“…ALEX!”, someone yelled right next to me. I turned around, puzzled, encountering Bob. “I ‘ve been calling you for like, two minutes, and you haven’t heard me! Are you alright, mate?”
I nodded to him. Wow, she wasn’t causing me any good.
“There’s just… A lot in my mind right now.”
“You look terrible!” Bob said, pointing at the extreme dark circles under my eyes, in contrast with my pale-white-like-marble skin.
I chuckled and rolled my eyes, taking the broomstick off his hands.
“Thanks for the compliments, Bob-o” I started sweeping the floor, while Bob was standing right on my side, with his eyebrows raised. “I just didn’t have a nice time of sleep, ok? I have a lot in my mind right now.”
Selene appeared again at the bar, and she kept on glancing both of us with her chocolate-brow eyes. I started wondering if she had any idea of what was going on – maybe my drooling face for Nina was a bit obvious.
Nevertheless, she stood still and quiet.
“Like what?”
“I was fired from a job a couple days ago and rent and the bills are coming this week, Ok?”, I answered, a bit grumpy. And that was partially true. “And The Amphateameanies aren’t making much success as I hoped.”
“Just chill, Alex.”, Bob said, putting his hand on my shoulder. “One day, everything will be better. Wasn’t you planning to start a new band soon? As soon as you find a drummer?”
“Well… That is what I hope.”
I left my mind to wonder – a dream I already had for years; a band of my own where we would play exactly what we wanted. And of course, we would be a hit.
8:46 p.m.
I kept glancing at the doors. Where in hell was Nina? Wasn’t she coming to work today? Was she sick? What happened? Was she Ok?
Oh, remind me again why I am acting like a psycho.
“She’s not coming today, Alex” I heard Selene’s voice coming from behind the bar.
“What…?”, damn, I was really that obvious.
“Don’t lie to me, honey. It’s already obvious you like her – you didn’t stop drooling for her the other day.” Selene said, shouldering. “She quit”
My heart took a leap. Again, that feeling of the floor rumbling beneath my feet, and I was without air again.
“She what?”
Oh no. I couldn’t believe this.
“She quit.” Selene repeated. “She said she couldn’t handle the heels and this place, and then she quit.”
Ouch. Why those words hurt me so bad?
Rate: R
Pairing: Alex/Nina
Disclaimer: I wrote this to my friend, as a christmas present (lol), since she is obsessed with Alex the same way I am. Sooo, it's a silly and cliché love story, so don't judge me please. (I hate love stories btw, I prefer drama
)Oh and sorry if it is too big
PART ONE:
CHICKEN FOR TWO?
CLOCKS. WIND HOWLING AGAINST THE WINDOW’S GLASS. ALARM CLOCK RINGING. Headache.
CLOCKS. WIND HOWLING AGAINST THE WINDOW’S GLASS. ALARM CLOCK RINGING. Headache.
DAY ONE
4:50 a.m
I rolled my body on the bed, my eyes shut close while I’ve groped through my cupboard to find the snooze button on the damned alarm clock. When I finally found it, I snarled when my fingers couldn’t reach the fucking button. Angrily, I had to sit up, groggily from sleep and dizzy from the alcohol, and I finally taped off the alarm clock, with so much strength the device fell on the floor.
I didn’t care. As long as I could have silence once again, everything was fine.
At least I hope so.
With my head buzzing out of pain, I tried to make out what was going on around me. Slowly and slowly, I could understand and remember that I was on my bedroom, and things were all scattered on the floor – like always -; CD’s, records, books, clothes, underwear, papers and newspapers. I wasn’t usually messy and stuff, but the past months I haven’t had time to do anything. With three jobs to endure, I didn’t have time left for me.
I got out of bed, still groggily, and tried to find my jeans. I found it underneath a pile of books and I put them on, passing the tiny hallway that lead to the living room – kitchen and a small (almost like a cubicle) bathroom. I didn’t have much money to afford a comfortable home, but I didn’t stay long in it, so it didn’t bother that much. I spend most of time away, anyway.
Opening my bathroom door, standing right on front of me was the reflex of the mirror. There I was, a skinny, tall and fair haired Glasgow nobody; with dark circles under green eyes that looked so tired and worn; the hair, messy and disgusting; veins popping out from the extremely long arms and my bones ribs appearing on my thorax.
Hi, my name is Alex Kapranos, and I’m a complete mess.
5:45 a.m.
As soon as I arrived work, I already received tons to do: clean the kitchen – which was dirty like somebody had overturned cans and cans of trash on it, and also mudd -, wash the dishes – I’ve never seen such a huge pile! Seriously, if those plates fell on top of me, RIP Alexander Paul Huntley Kapranos, and his remains would never be found – put the dishes into the cupboards, everything organized – again, have you seen the size of that pile? This would take hours! – AND clean the restaurant before a single costumer would enter.
HELLO, there is something called time, could you please stop it? Thank you very much.
I wasn’t going to be able to do that in only two hours, especially in the state I was – hangover. I feel like I could throw up over those plates or the kitchen tiles and then I would have more work to do. However, I must stay optmist and obey what my boss was telling me too; otherwise I would get fired. And I wasn’t in a good financial situation to be fired out of my job.
I grabbed the broomstick on the small closet there was outside of the restaurant, and some other cleaning material, along with my apron and gloves and started working. With a song in my mind, and humming it, I finished cleaning the kitchen AND the restaurant withing almost one hour, and now it was time to face the monster pile of dishes.
Oh, damn, I could feel my stomach rolling inside of me.
And the last thing I remembered was my boss yelling and firing me because I’ve thrown up on those plates.
7:23 p.m.
Ok, I was fired from one job, but I still had two more, remember?
I shivered out of cold while the freezing wind blowed against my face; my nose was already insensible. I searched through my pockets the key to the night club, and I found it underneath a lot of useless things that were inside it. Still trembling of cold, I opened the door quickly so that I could get inside – and as soon as I stepped inside the club, I felt a rush of hot air relaxing my body once again. I tapped my nose instinctively, and I felt it slowly getting back to conscience again.
“You’re late, Alex”, Selene reproved, while she was drying the cups with a rather old and dirty handkerchief. “Get to work quickly, Ok?”
“I know, sorry”, I said to my boss, looking down, and I hurried to get behind the bar. I put away my jacket and coat and went to Selene’s side, to help her to organize the drinks and the cups. “Do you need any more help, Selene?”
Selene sighed and closed her eyes, rubbing her neck.
“There’s this new girl, she’s a newbie. Help her if she needs something, Ok? I don’t want plates and cups breaking on her first day here”
“Sure, Selene”, I nodded to her and I kept on organizing, and when we finally finished our work, the backdoor opened and Bob Hardy come from it, with a broom on his hands and he started sweeping the floor. “Hi-ah, Party Hardy!”
Bob turned around and waved at me, never stopping his work.
“Hello, mistah Alex”, he said, with a crooked smile on his face. “You’re late”
“I know, the boss have already said that to me… I had a tough day today”, I said, with a rather childish smile on my space when Selene sent me another reproving look. “I know you love me, Selene”
Selene rolled her eyes and threw the handkerchief on my face, and then showing me her tongue after.
“And I still don’t know why I still let you work here, you’re too annoying for my liking”, she said in a sarcastic tone. “And its Miss Castañeda for you”
She winked at me and passed through the backdoor, leaving me there with a foolish smile on my face. Yes, if you’re wondering, we have already slept together. A long time ago. Years ago, actually. But it was just one of those casual sex nights, like one night stand.
Ok, she was the woman who I lost my virginity to.
When I was eighteen.
Yeah. Ouch.
However, he were friends since – all those flirtation that we had between us was just a joke between two friends, and nothing more. I have insisted on something more, but she didn’t wanted – so I respected her and I backed off. Now, we are friends and she’s my boss while I’m her employee.
In a sick, perverted and twisted mind that would be hot. But I’m not like that anymore – at least I hope so.
However, in the next few seconds, I wasn’t able to think straight. The air escaped from my lungs, the floor underneath my feet rumbled and I’ve lost any sense of direction and conscience I had – it was just me and the space.
There, in front of me, there was one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen in my life.
She wasn’t like a supermodel, with those curvilinear body and the bright blue eyes – her simplicity and her humbleness were what made my heart take a leap.
She was short, slim, with big brown eyes and curly hair that were falling like waves on her shoulder, which were always falling off on front of her eyes and from her ponytail – she was wearing a miniskirt – the uniform of the bar – revealing her tan and long legs. She was a bit clumsy, and when I saw that she was about to knock down the tray with all it’s contains, and I hurried to her side to help her before she would break everything.
“Here, let me help you”, I offered my help, getting to her side quickly and taking the tray full of cups from her hands.
I put the tray on a table near, and the girl thanked me.
“Oh, thank you very much! I think I won’t be able to do a good work on this killer heels”, she said, pointing at his shoes, that were way too tall for her to handle. “I don’t know how Selene can handle those monsters…”
She finally looked at me, and we both felt eletric shocks from our gaze to the end of our toes. Like someone has plugged in a socket inside of bath tub – thousands of volts traveled in light speed through our body – just by one look.
“Hm… Hi, my name is Alex”, I’ve managed to say without stuttering.
The girl smiled again, and after she took her heels out, she made a relieved face and shook my hand – if electric shocks had already passed through my body just by a simple gaze, imagine when my skin softly touched her!
“Hi, my name is Nina”
DAY TWO
3:47 a.m.
Have you ever read any book by Edgar Allan Poe, the Father of all cop romance? Where there are psychopaths or something alike? Have you ever seen any movie by Hitchcock? Especially that one where’s the crazy bloke tries to kill a woman with a dagger while she’s showering?
Well, that was how I was felling.
Ooops! No, I wasn’t feeling like killing anyone – gosh, I barely could hurt someone with my weak body, imagine trying to kill someone? – I’m refeering of that crazy-psycho-mental-weirdness on the psychopaths and stalkers minds. When they need something, they just see what they want, and nothing more.
And that was the way I felt about Nina (in a non-psycho-stalker way.).
I couldn’t stop thinking about her, and she was all I could see. Yeah, I know, a bit too cliché, but it was true.
4:12 a.m.
Oh well. I can’t sleep. Hooray.
4:23 a.m.
I could remember her smile during all night at the night club. She was horribly clumsy on those high heels, falling and tripping almost every time. And there I was to hold her before she would fall flat on the floor.
4:59 a.m.
Great. This girl is leaving me with insomnia.
5:17 a.m.
Maybe the reason of me not sleeping and the never ending thoughts about Nina are caused by the fact I haven’t dated someone in months…
…And why every single bit of my life simply sucks?
6:35 a.m
WHY IN HELL CAN’T I SLEEP?
6:43 a.m.
Zzzzzz….
DAY THREE
7:00 p.m.
“You’ve arrived in time today, Mr. Kapranos”
Selene smiled at me with her childish tone and told me to organize the tables and to help Bob on the cleaning. Of course I had arrived earlier today – I wanted to see Nina. I needed to see her, I haven’t see her in hours and that was already making me nervous.
Oh wait – I am indeed sounding a bit psycho.
“…ALEX!”, someone yelled right next to me. I turned around, puzzled, encountering Bob. “I ‘ve been calling you for like, two minutes, and you haven’t heard me! Are you alright, mate?”
I nodded to him. Wow, she wasn’t causing me any good.
“There’s just… A lot in my mind right now.”
“You look terrible!” Bob said, pointing at the extreme dark circles under my eyes, in contrast with my pale-white-like-marble skin.
I chuckled and rolled my eyes, taking the broomstick off his hands.
“Thanks for the compliments, Bob-o” I started sweeping the floor, while Bob was standing right on my side, with his eyebrows raised. “I just didn’t have a nice time of sleep, ok? I have a lot in my mind right now.”
Selene appeared again at the bar, and she kept on glancing both of us with her chocolate-brow eyes. I started wondering if she had any idea of what was going on – maybe my drooling face for Nina was a bit obvious.
Nevertheless, she stood still and quiet.
“Like what?”
“I was fired from a job a couple days ago and rent and the bills are coming this week, Ok?”, I answered, a bit grumpy. And that was partially true. “And The Amphateameanies aren’t making much success as I hoped.”
“Just chill, Alex.”, Bob said, putting his hand on my shoulder. “One day, everything will be better. Wasn’t you planning to start a new band soon? As soon as you find a drummer?”
“Well… That is what I hope.”
I left my mind to wonder – a dream I already had for years; a band of my own where we would play exactly what we wanted. And of course, we would be a hit.
8:46 p.m.
I kept glancing at the doors. Where in hell was Nina? Wasn’t she coming to work today? Was she sick? What happened? Was she Ok?
Oh, remind me again why I am acting like a psycho.
“She’s not coming today, Alex” I heard Selene’s voice coming from behind the bar.
“What…?”, damn, I was really that obvious.
“Don’t lie to me, honey. It’s already obvious you like her – you didn’t stop drooling for her the other day.” Selene said, shouldering. “She quit”
My heart took a leap. Again, that feeling of the floor rumbling beneath my feet, and I was without air again.
“She what?”
Oh no. I couldn’t believe this.
“She quit.” Selene repeated. “She said she couldn’t handle the heels and this place, and then she quit.”
Ouch. Why those words hurt me so bad?
