One on one

[candysorbai]

✗~Alexial Cross Evers ~ ✗
Freshmen
there's this girl, and she writes poetry on her arms.
when people ask her why, she tells them it's so she never forgets.
but really she just wants other people to read her words and to tell her she's beautiful.
•●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●•

Still dazed from her sleep and panicked from her nightmarish memories, Lexi crawled towards her desk and got a steady grip before trying to get up. She stumbled towards the door, vision clearing up a bit. Almost instantly she remembered where she was and falling asleep on Sam's shoulder last night. He must've brought her to her room once the movie was over; that much she couldn't remember. Wait, Sam. That noise that shattered through her panic attack. She quickly turned the knob and forced the door open as fast as she could.

"[********, Sam." she screamed watching him punch the door and fall down almost lifeless. There was blood and glass everywhere, but that's not what Alexial was worried about. She ran over to his body as fast as she possibly could. "Sam." she shouted at him again as she joined him on the floor, her throat beginning to close by the end of his name. His eyes were glossed over and he was unresponsive. Tears started pooling in Lexi's eyes as she reached up to his neck to see if she could get a pulse. She could barely breathe, but she knew exactly where to look, she had seen this done this many times unfortunately.

The first was her father. She herself wasn't the one who had looked for it; she had watched her older brother do it. She can't exactly remember where they were, or where her mother was, but she knew there was no pulse, and shortly after, red and blue lights. The second was her older sister, Summer. When Lexi was about nine years old, her sister was 17. They were both told to watch the house that afternoon while their mother went out to the grocery store to find something for lunch.

She hadn't really been all that close with her sister, no one had. At age 13 she had been diagnosed with major depression disorder. Since then, she had been institutionalized for attempted suicide. She had been out for a year with regularly scheduled therapy and medication. Of course, none of this was known by Alexial until her brother told her when she was a little bit more grown up. Back then, all that Lexi knew was that she was 'sick' and shouldn't have been left alone.

That point was only clear to Alexial when she had found her lifeless body in the garden below her window. Her small hand reached down to her cold neck, but there was nothing. She didn't know what to do, but she knew that her big sister needed love sometimes, so she curled up beside her and wept until their mother came home. At her funeral, Lexi knew the song that her sister would have wanted to play. It was a song she heard Summer sing a dozen times before. Asleep by the Smiths; Lexi knew all the words and owned the vinyl.

A year later, her mother was involved in a collision with a drunk driver a block away from their house. Liam and Lexi rushed to the scene of the crash to identify the body and witnessed the paramedics try to read her pulse - pulse that was never found. The other driver walked away with only a broken arm and a bit of whiplash, the a*****e. That left Alexial in her brother's care. Together they had witnessed their whole family crumble, but he wasn't here this time.

So with she shaking hand, Alexial reached down to Sam's neck and was a bit surprised to feel the accelerated heartbeat of her bloody friend. Although she had wondered what had happened, she was very relieved that death had not found its way back to her. She seriously wondered what had happened though. Was he unconscious? Did she upset him? Or did something happen while she was sleeping? She held no answers to these questions, but it looked like the one who did was beginning to join her again.

"H-hey there." she said warily, backing away from him slightly. His hand did look like it was in bad shape, and she could smell alcohol on his breath. "S-sam? Are you alright? W-what happened?" She could barely get her words out, but her tears on the other hand, they were flowing freely. She just hoped he was alright. "Do you think I need to get a first aid kit..... or call an ambulance?" If not for Sam, for herself; her chest felt tight and her breathing was really irregular. She really was feeling light-headed and her vision was fading in and out as well. She hadn't really eaten since she had arrived or much on the ride up. It was really unhealthy, especially since she didn't have a diet very high in protein.

[WishTheWitch]

Sam's vision blurred in and out of focus with unshed tears, reliving what should have been his death. That stab in the chest, that fatal wound, was healed only because a passerby had witnessed the whole thing and had called an ambulance before Sam had even thrown his knife. Because of them, Sam was hailed a hero and managed to go through the trial unscathed.... But he didn't feel like a hero. He felt worthless.

A voice was shouting at him, then a hand at his neck, but Sam wasn't able to move. He was strapped to a gurney... But then he wasn't. He was staring at his roommate's concerned face... but he still wasn't able to move.

It took a few moments for his body to realize that it WASN'T in New York, that it was right here in boring old Virginia, that he was in college, that he was 21... and that he was currently scaring the s**t out of his roommate. Poor little thing was crying her eyes out. All because of him. "Don't cry." He managed, lifting a hand to cup her face... then he got a good look at his hand and realized that probably wasn't the best idea. Both of his hands were caked in blood.

"No need for an ambulance." Sam slurred, shaking his head as he sat forward, the feeling coming back to his body as he decided moving wasn't a good idea. No, moving was an awful idea. It made him feel nauseous and dizzy. Like he might pass out. "I can fix it myself." He assured her and slowly leaned forward, ignoring the wave of vertigo that washed over him as slowly got his feet under him and stood up.

At the moment, he really didn't feel like discussing with her all the nuances of his past or of his resulting mental disorders. "Look," Sam was a big guy with a high metabolism and, at the moment, a good deal of adrenaline pumping the alcohol out of his system, "I don't want to talk about what happened." Honesty was always the best option with these types of things. He knew that she'd have to find out eventually what was wrong with him because this wasn't the first time this had happened, and he was positive it wouldn't be the last. But now wasn't the time for it.

Turning the faucet on, he stuck his hand under the cold water, wincing as pain shot up his arm. It helped sober him up a little more. Then again, after his attack, he didn't exactly have that much of a buzz. Calmly he cleaned the wound as best he could, finding that there wasn't nearly as much damage as one might think. Of course, Sam had known it wouldn't be that bad: knuckles just tended to bleed profusely.

Once he was done, he reached into a drawer right next to the sink and pulled out a small bottle of vodka like the ones you find in hotels with a proof so high it was almost illegal. Gritting his teeth, he proceeded to pour the drink over his hand, his breath hissing through his lips as pain rocketed up his arm and nearly knocked him off his feet. It had been a while since he'd felt this kind of burn. Once clean, he wrapped his hand with gauze in the drawer. It was obvious from the materials near the sink that this was a rather regular occurrence.

The pain took a while to fade, but it helped clear his mind. Looking up, he frowned at his roommate, finally taking notice of her condition. She was unsteady on her feet and looked to be on the verge of another panic attack. "You don't look so good." It was easier to worry about her than to focus on himself. Besides, if he did that for too long, he might relapse. Going around the room, he was careful to avoid the glass from his destroyed nightmare so he could reach her. If she fainted, he wanted to make sure he could catch her. "What's bothering you?" He may not be a doctor, but he had been taking care of enough people that he could tell when something was wrong. He even had a few remedies for minor problems.

[candysorbai]

✗~Alexial Cross Evers ~ ✗
Freshmen
there's this girl, and she writes poetry on her arms.
when people ask her why, she tells them it's so she never forgets.
but really she just wants other people to read her words and to tell her she's beautiful.
•●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●•

The first words out of Sam's mouth after coming back to consciousness had set Alexial off. She struggled to inhale as he cupped her face, but she was trying, desperately to calm herself down. She watched as he stood up and tried to mirror his actions, staying almost glued to the wall on her way up. An awful migraine had crept its way into her head, and focusing was a bit difficult, but she was so concerned for Sam.

She listened as he told her he didn't feel like talking about it. At that moment she couldn't really stand it anymore, he was just so manly. Although he didn't want to talk about his feelings, Lexi knew he was going through a lot - possibly more than she could understand so early on. So she began to lift her arms towards him for a hug, but he had already turned and made his way to the kitchen. She let her arms fall to her side and watched as he correctly cleaned and dressed his wounds.

When he had returned, he was looking sobered up and almost like a normal human being, aside from his hand. She knew she wasn't looking too hot, she could barely stand after all. She was struggling to breathe and was on the verge of passing out. Plus no one looks good when they cry. She was a little bit ashamed at herself for letting Sam see her like this, but there was no was of stopping it now. She knew he was close enough to catch her safely now, and good thing, because the walls had began to fade away. The whole room had faded away ; Sam and his wounded hand had all turned to black.

Alexial kept running, not daring to look behind her. She knew that he was following her and she had to escape him. He gasped from shock and skidded to a halt on the edge of a cliff, trapped. "Alex." She only had two choices, endure the horror she was about to face, or... she jumped from the cliff and into the water below and swam to the bottom of the ocean. Quietly, she hid behind a rock, hoping that the horror would not follow. "Aaaalex!" Of course he'd follow, why wouldn't he. Lexi swam to the shore, and while she was exiting the ocean, the water droplets had dripped towards her spine and had turned onto wings. Now a fairy, she flew through the woods, desperate to escape, but had become tangled in a spider web. She struggled frantically and heard the ear piercing voice again. "Alex, there you are." A spider crawled down toward the ensnared little girl. She tried to let out a scream to be saved, but no words had come out. She peered through blurry tears up at the face of her captor, only to see horrible face of James.

[WishTheWitch]

Sam caught the girl easily, her light body folding itself over his arm. "s**t." He lifted her like a princess, her head on his chest once again. The little thing had been crying so hard she ran out of air. Now that she was unconscious, her breathing returned to normal, but her heart rate didn't. Frowning, he put his fingers to her throat, finding a pulse like that of a hummingbird. He was so used to his own pounding beat that the faintness of hers rather worried him.

Holding her close, he walked her to the sofa where he deposited her. He needed to clean the room while he waited for her to awaken once again if she did at all. There was a good chance she would just transfer from unconsciousness to the dreamland. Sighing, he brushed her hair from her face. Luckily, he hadn't gotten any blood on her face. Thank god.

Standing, he moved to the pantry, pulling out a broom and pan. It didn't take long to clean up the glass and the minimal amount of alcohol that had been left in the bottom of the bottle. Once done with that, he moved on to the living room where he cleaned up the blood, using a secret that he'd learned over the years for getting blood off of the carpet. Once done with that, he cleaned the kitchen with disinfectant like he could clean away his memories.

He had nothing left to clean when that was finished, so he simply stood in the middle of the room, staring at the hole in his door. Great. He'd have to get that fixed before the end of the year or risk paying a fine. Good thing he knew some people that could do it for him. Going to the sofa, he moved the girl's feet over and sat down, waiting for her to awaken. He didn't want to leave her alone in case she woke up again and started freaking out.

[candysorbai]

✗~Alexial Cross Evers ~ ✗
Freshmen
there's this girl, and she writes poetry on her arms.
when people ask her why, she tells them it's so she never forgets.
but really she just wants other people to read her words and to tell her she's beautiful.
•●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●•

After a while, Alexial had jumped awake in a cold sweat, confused and panicked again. It took her a minute to notice where she was. She felt the fabric underneath her, looking at a very close up view of it. 'The couch?' she questioned. 'What happened?' she thought running a hand through her hair. She did feel a bit better now that she was out of her nightmare, but the headache was still there. Her mouth was sticky and a bit dry and her stomach let out a loud groan.

She tried to remember when the last time she ate was. During the drive up she had gotten a bag of chips and a granola bar at a gas station, but since then, she only had liquids. Lexi remembered how Sam had offered her a cup of tea and smiled softly. 'Wait...Sam' the eventful night started coming back to her. Feeling something by her feet, Lexi looked over quickly to see him, sitting there, looking pretty peaceful. "Uh, Hey." she said in a groggy voice.

She cleared her throat and started again. "How long was I out?" slowly she sat up, feeling pretty weak altogether. She stretched out her arms and back while a yawn sneaked out. Her stomach growled again, very audibly, and Lexi blushed. Assuming that they had no food due to the fact that they had just moved in, and that it was still pretty dark out, Lexi assumed that she wasn't able to eat in the dorm or on school campus. "Do they let us off campus at night?" she asked. She really needed to get some substance in her at that point and didn't care what the answer was truthfully.

[WishTheWitch]

Sam sat quietly, this semester's biology book open in his lap. He'd already read through chapter's 1-4 and was just starting on 5 when he felt the little kitten on the couch next to him stir and stretch. Folding the corner of his page, he slowly closed the book and leaned forward to put the book on the coffee table, his long arms easily reaching it without him having to lean too far forward.

At her question, he looked at the clock, "About an hour?" Sam shrugged. He wasn't too concerned about how long she'd been asleep. It wasn't important to him at the moment. What WAS important was how pale and sickly his roommate was. He had thought that maybe getting some sleep-- even if it was only for an hour-- would help her. It hadn't. If anything, she looked worse.

A very loud stomach noise greeted Sam's ears, making him raise his eyebrows. She was hungry... that might explain why she had fainted. She probably hadn't eaten all day. Silly girl. "When was the last time you ate?" He inquired, ignoring her inquiry about going off campus. He knew why she was asking, and there was no need for her to do so. Sam would be taking her to get something to eat. No way in hell was he going to let her drive in her state. That was just asking for her to get in a wreck.

[candysorbai]

✗~Alexial Cross Evers ~ ✗
Freshmen
there's this girl, and she writes poetry on her arms.
when people ask her why, she tells them it's so she never forgets.
but really she just wants other people to read her words and to tell her she's beautiful.
•●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●•

"Um, it was some snacks from a gas station on the ride up here... well that and some popcorn when we watched the movie." Lexi said looking back at him. She knew that he was aware of her situation, how could he not be? "Do you, uh, want to go out...?" she asked, instantly realizing how it sounded "...for breakfast I mean." she quickly corrected, a faint glow of roses coming to her cheeks. She was nervous, but not panicked anymore. She knew Sam wouldn't hurt her considering all the s**t they had just gone through on the first night of living together. If this was how the whole year w's going to be, then they would have some very interesting lives.

Alexial looked down at herself, noticing she was still on her pajamas. This was only acceptable for late night snack runs, not to go get a full meal in. "Would you excise me for a moment?" she asked making her way to her room. She carefully shed herself of her pajamas and threw them in the hamper. Deodorant and fruity body spray was applied quickly so at least she didnt smell like she had a panic attack. From her drawer she pulled out some jeans and a band t-shirt and proceeded tout them on. Next Lexi grabbed a light sweatshirt from her closet and slipped on her Vans. Her bag was already pre-packed, like always, so she was able to grab it and return to the main room.

After spotting Sam, Lexi approached him with a small smile. She still was really weak and fatigued, but at least she wasn't dead or alone. "I'm going to go stop by the bathrooms, meet me outside?" she said to him before slipping out of the room. She headed down to the community bath, and did her business before returning to the sink and mirror. She pulled her toothbrush out of her bag and brushed her teeth quickly. Then she ran her fingers through her hair, making sure she looked decent. After returning her things to her bag she went to go meet Sam.

[WishTheWitch]

Sam frowned at the girl when she told him how little she'd eaten. Christ, no wonder she was having problems! She wasn't taking care of herself. Silly girl. At this rate, she was going to put him in an early grave from worrying about her stupid health. He had given up on keeping her out like he had with every other person since Reese. She needed someone to watch over her, and at the moment he was the best candidate.

"Breakfast is a good idea." Sam knew exactly where they were going to go, and he'd be damned if it wouldn't help to soak up the rest of the alcohol in his system. When she retreated to her room to change, Sam did the same. He rid himself of his pajamas in exchange for dark blue jeans, a spiked black belt, and black cowboy boots. Next he pulled on a tight maroon polo that made his eyes shine in the darkness. Brushing his hair quickly with his fingers for a good tousled look, he exited his room, pulling the door shut.

The small girl that was his roommate approached him, informing him that she was going to the bathroom. "Right." He agreed, going to the sink in the kitchen and brushing his teeth there. What? It was better than walking all the ******** way down the hallway to the bathroom. Once done, he rinsed the sink well, then left the room, his helmet tucked under his arm, and locked the door.

Sam's boots made no noise as he walked down the hall and out to his bike. Sure, it wasn't a great idea for him to drive after drinking so much alcohol, but he'd done worse. And he'd be DAMNED if that girl was driving in her state. She might just crash. Not to mention that Sam wasn't a very good passenger.

Straddling his Ninja, he set his helmet between his legs and took out a cigarette. Lighting up, he kickstarted the machine, relishing in it's roar. He didn't much care if he woke anyone up. They could kiss his a** for all he cared.

[candysorbai]

✗~Alexial Cross Evers ~ ✗
Freshmen
there's this girl, and she writes poetry on her arms.
when people ask her why, she tells them it's so she never forgets.
but really she just wants other people to read her words and to tell her she's beautiful.
•●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●•

Lexi had already started the short wall from the community bath to the outside of the building. As she walked, she pulled out a small set of keys from her pocket in order to prepare for the drive. It was only logical that she would be the one driving, considering Sam had consumed all that alcohol a little while ago. As her keychain swished back and fourth as she walked, a little bedazzled Hello Kitty trinket shone in the fluorescently lit hallway. Her father had given it to her when she was little when he returned from a long business trip. That was the start of her mini collection.

Back in her dorm room, she had brought with her so many of the baubles and knickknacks that she had collected over the years from her house. There were so many compasses that showed her the way. Endless amounts of friendship bracelets were tied off at the ends, creating a jungle of multicolored string. There were even home made ones of small statues tied with ribbon. Every time a holiday or special occasion would come, she would receive a trinket for her keychain collection. Every field trip or vacation had to end with the purchase of one of her small treasures. It had seemed almost routine that whenever the Evers family was somewhere unusual, they would find themselves buying another memento for Lexi.

The little Hello Kitty glowing in the light had brought her attention to her keychain for a moment. The noticed the other three things hanging from her key. There was a small brass feather that her sister had picked up from the Museum of Modern Art on a class fold trip for Lexi during her freshman year of high school. She loved it because it was so simple but still elegant; it reminded her to stop wording about how the 'big picture' would turn out, and start enjoying the little things. Also hanging from the little silver key ring was a Nintendo star from Mario Party. Alexial's brother Liam had gotten this one year for her birthday. She remembered how when they were younger they used to play so much on the N64. He would let her win most of the time, but she didn't care, she was just happy spending time with him.

The final object that completed her keychain was a small clear bottle partially filled with sand. Alexial's mother had gotten this for her when she had come back from California. There was a crack up the side and almost all of the san had been spilled out when James threw it against the ground, but she still loved it and carried it with her.

"What are you doing with that thing?" he asked maliciously, pulling it out of her hands.
"They were gifts, come on, give it back." she said reaching for it. He pulled his hand out of the way, teasing Lexi.
"Beg for it." he replied, not letting her have it.
"James, come one, please give it back to me." she said again, reaching out for it.
"No, its tucking stupid. Why the hell would you want to carry baby toys with you?" he said throwing it against the floor.
"James." Lexi said horrified. The little bottle cracked and sand fell onto the floor. She kneeled down to pick up the little pieces and retrieve all the sand that she could.
"Whatever Alex, I'm leaving. I knew hanging out with you would be as lame as always." he said then slammed the door.

Lexi winced at the memory of him and continued down the hallway. Before she had even opened the door she had heard the sound of a motorcycle revving. "Oh hell no" she ran outside to see the ever wonderful Sam, who had cared for her so much for the past day, sitting on a big dangerous motorcycle smoking a cigarette. She couldn't help but to stare a minute before moving closer. "What the hell is this?" she crossed her arms over her chest. "Do you really expect me to let you drive that thing around drunk with me hanging off the back?" There was many things that Alexial was, but she was not a danger junky. "And what's that hanging out of your mouth, a cancer stick?" She was feeling more and more like his mother.

[WishTheWitch]

Sam blinked in surprise as the girl basically ran from the building to Sam and... started bitching at him. Oh, joy. "First off, shut up." Sam rolled his eyes, completely ignoring everything she said effectively by revving his engine. He couldn't hear a word she said, which was just fine by him.

Reaching over, Sam held out the helmet that was in his lap. "Put this on and don't b***h at me. I don't take to it kindly." He warned. For the next few days, Sam would undoubtedly be extremely touchy and very short tempered. He didn't particularly want to snap at the poor girl like he normally would with anyone else. He might end up setting her off like he had earlier, and that would be very bad. He'd feel awful.

Sam waited patiently for the girl to take the helmet. He even went so far as to hold up his cigarette and put it out. "There, happy?" He inquired as he stomped on the butt of it to make sure there weren't any lit ashes. He didn't particularly want his baby to explode. "Also, not drunk. I can drive perfectly fine." Sam assured her and once again held out the helmet for her to take. "Be careful, it's heavy."

[candysorbai]

✗~Alexial Cross Evers ~ ✗
Freshmen
there's this girl, and she writes poetry on her arms.
when people ask her why, she tells them it's so she never forgets.
but really she just wants other people to read her words and to tell her she's beautiful.
•●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●•

Alexial listened as he revved his engine so... defiantly. In that moment, she had to come to realize that he wasn't as sweet as she originally thought, or at least that he was a lot more stubborn. It ticked her off. "Why can't you let me drive you in my car?" she said frowning up St him. She stumbled back a second, still feeling very lightheaded. 'Oh, I guess that's why' she thought to herself.

She watched as he held out his helmet for a moment, just making eye contact. 'Am I really about to do this?' Lexi wasn't the one to be adventurous, plus she hated vehicles and the act of being in a car in general. How would she feel about a 'super dangerous death machine,' as her father used to call it. She watched as Sam put out his cigarette. He really was trying to make it better at least.

Her stomach let out another audible growl, as she realized this was her only choice. She placed her set of keys back into her pocket, shifted her bag more comfortably on both shoulders, and grabbed the helmet with a small pout on her face. "I can't believe I'm doing this" she grumbled. She found had been heavier than she expected and her arms dropped a bit when she grabbed it. It took quite a bit of strength to get it onto her head, considering she had been pretty weak from not eating.

Once it was situated comfortably on her, she looked at the big motorcycle and back down at her short legs over the helmet. This was going to be another challenge by itself. Awkwardly she moved closer, trying to swing her leg over the monster machine. She didn't know what to do with her hands or her feet, or really any part of her body, but she managed to get on. She was about an inch away from Sam, scooted as far back as she could be. Hey legs didn't reach the ground, and she had no clue what on earth she was doing.

[WishTheWitch]

"Seriously?" Sam inquired when the girl asked why he wouldn't let her drive, then proceeded to nearly fall over. He found himself with a hand forward, ready to catch her again if he had to. He was NOT interested in having to carry an unconscious girl back into the dorm. That might be a bit too much for the staff to ignore. Not to mention that it made him look extremely bad.

Sam had a hand on his helmet the entire time. He even helped her don the thing without her noticing. He wasn't too fond of having a dent in his beautiful black brain bucket. Not to mention that she had to have it on right if it was going to serve its purpose.

"Quit being a chicken." Sam teased and helped her onto the bike. Once she was on, he reached back and grabbed her lower back so he could push her up against him. "Close is safest." He instructed as he reached for her arms, which he took and wrapped around his middle. "Hold tight." He locked her hands together, putting a hand over them and giving them a squeeze so she could understand. He knew it was hard to hear through that stupid helmet. It was loaded with padding.

Once he was sure she was on, he put a hand over her interlocked ones, and took off. He wanted to make sure she didn't fall off the back when they left. Once they were started, he let go. As soon as they were out of the parking lot, he revved the engine and took off down the road. It was no time at all before they arrived at the Waffle House, which was, despite the insane time, packed. Parking his bike in an open motorcycle space next to another, he helped Alexial off before swinging his long legs off, too. "Right," he reached and helped her with the helmet, "if anyone says anything to you, ignore them." Sam raised his eyebrows, making sure that she understood him. This was not a game. He knew most of the people in here.

[candysorbai]

✗~Alexial Cross Evers ~ ✗
Freshmen
there's this girl, and she writes poetry on her arms.
when people ask her why, she tells them it's so she never forgets.
but really she just wants other people to read her words and to tell her she's beautiful.
•●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●•

"I'm, um, sor-" she stopped herself, remembering he would boop her on the head if she were to apologize. Sure she had the helmet on for protection, and wasn't even sure if Sam could hear her, but she still had caught herself as he helped her on. When he had pulled her close, she couldn't help but to blush under the gigantic thing on her head. All her life she had associated closeness and intimacy, but now, being strapped to a muscular fellow on his death machine, she felt a tad bit different.

Lexi could barely hear him through the helmet that was sure to be flattening her hair, so she was glad he was giving her the small signals, like the squeezing of her hands. When the loud machine had started up she couldn't help but to cling to him tightly. The instant motion had frightened her, and she was glad that he kept a hand on her. When he had let go, Lexi did panic a little, squeezing him tightly as they rode down the street.

When they arrived, she had still clung to him for a moment, struck with fear and excitement, before allowing him to help her to get down and escape the large helmet. She was still blushing a tad, and flustered from the ride. Her adrenaline was pumping now and she could barely contain herself, so she inhaled deeply, practically beaming. She could barely get a word out, but she did reach up to hug the seemingly nonchalant Sam. He was so used to riding that thing that she could barely believe it. Just one ride down the road had gotten her terrified and excited all at the same time.

After calming down, Lexi listened to him explain to her about the others and had turned her excitement into a bit of worry. He seemed pretty serious, and Alexial wasn't in the mood for ******** with anyone. She looked into his eyes and nodded, stomach growling again.

Ignoring the jingling above her head as she pushed the glass door open, she walked deeper into the warm, crowded room. She hadn't been aware of how cold it was outside, especially combined with the wind from the short ride, the sudden contrast of the heated room sent goose bumps up her arms. She slid into a somehow ice cold booth, the first empty one she could find, that sent chills running throughout her being. Silently, she waited for the waitress or Sam to address her, while ignoring everyone else. She was much too hungry to care about anyone else right away anyways.

[WishTheWitch]

Sam followed Alexial through the door, which jangled loudly, earning them glances from everyone in the room. At first, they were brief, uncaring. Then they returned in recognition and surprise. He already had a new girl? And she was cute, too! Totally not Sam's style. Whispering started up as Sam took a seat opposite Alexial and picked up a menu.

The waitress came over, "Good morning, Sam." The girl smiled and leaned on the table, pushing her breasts together with her arms, nearly pushing them out of her shirt.
"Nicky." He replied coldly, glaring at his menu, thoroughly annoyed by the girl attempting-- and failing-- to get his attention.
"I'll take the usual." With that, he put his menu back and leaned on the table, looking at Alexial only and not the melons that were currently pushed in his face. "You need a little more time, Alexial?" He inquired, annoying the waitress by ignoring her. Turning to the small thing across from Sam, she gave her a sinister smile.
"What'll you have, Hon?" The venom in her voice was almost palpable as she stood, poised with her pen, ready to take the girl's order.