forum mOth GIRL COME MORROW I WANT ANOTHER RP WITH YOU

Started September 26, 2018 by Deleted user

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Alex got back to the hotel, paid the driver and wished them a good night before walking into the hotel then up the elevator to his room. He set his stuff down, laying it out and grabbed his laptop and headphones.

(Skip?)

(Sure.)

Autumn woke up the next day with a groan. She had to actually go to work today. An hour later, she was dressed and ready to leave.

Alex was still alseep, though he was not snoring. He was curled up in the sheets, peacefully inhaling and exhaling softly.

8:00 am… Why did she have to be at work at 8:00 am?

With a sigh, Autumn walked out the door and hailed a cab.

Alex rolled over onto his other shoulder. His laptop lay dormant with his headphones. He’d written a private song, one that he’d absolutely get bashed for by many people, including his bandmates. It was a slow love-song, one that he’d like to keep to himself, no matter how much of himself he poured into it.

(That's cute.)

Autumn arrived at the place they were going to practice. She greeted all of her fellow actors and actresses with a smile, Alex pushed to the back of her mind.

(^.^ since i have nothing better to write about I’ll just flashback it)

Alex slept on, tired by how much he worked. He had set his alarm in case he forgot, and sat in his bed, idly staring at the metropolis. He bit his lip, shaking his head. It was a stupid thing to cry over, an argument.

(It's cute!!!)

Autumn laughed with her coworkers as they practiced. Someone was trying to say something ridiculous with a super straight face, but they were t doing very well.

Alex slept on, his eyes were still a little red and puffy. Yet that wasn’t his worry then. He’d picked up his laptop and set it on his bed, rubbing his face and putting on his headphones. He opened up his musicwriting application and immediately went to work. He ignored every well-wishing urge to lay down and sleep it off. Writers, especially musicwriters, didn’t sleep things off. Yet ne couldn’t stop a few tears from rolling down his face. Well, more than a few. He was sobbing. A lot. He wouldn’t admit that, though.

At lunch, Autumn went to get a burger where she and Alex had gone the other way. She sat down with a sigh, rubbing her head. Why couldn't she just forget about him? He just wouldn't leave her mind!

Alex had finished writing and went on to singing it, without any real intention for a beat or actual instrumentation behind it. Perhaps when he got home he’d play a little piano for it, until then, he’d just sung his heart out. He used his choked, deeply upset voice, shutting his eyes as he sung. He sung out, too. He wailed his emotions, thorough the deep mournful tune running through his mind. If he had any neighbors (which he didn’t, considering it is the penthouse), they would’ve heard his bellyaching, he was singing so loud. Though, one wouldn’t call it bellyaching…

Autumn thanked the waitress who brought her food. She picked at it for a while before giving in and picking up her phone. Scrolling through her contacts, she found Alex's number and stared at it for a minute before calling him.

Bellyaching was a bad connotation for what he was doing. So is belching. He was-
Alex twitched awake as his phone rung. He glanced over at it and lifted it up. He answered without checking the contact.
“Hello?” He asked in his very hoarse, tired, still deep with grief voice.

"Alex? It's Autumn…" she said softly.

Alex set his head down, rubbing his puffy eyes.
“Hey. What’s up?” He tried to sound casual, last night’s events jogging his memory.

"Nothing much. Just thought about calling you, so here we are," Autumn bluffed.

Alex inhaled softly opening his eyes to face the ceiling. “Look, I’m sorry about yesterday,” He tried to say it as loud as possible with his aching voice.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted that way," Autumn apologized with a sigh.

Alex sighed. Usually he’d make a joke out of what she said but he was too exausted and emotionally drained to do so.
“That’s alright. I’m still sorry, though.” Remorse was pretty much the only emotion he felt, though.

"It's okay. Hey, I'm working today, but did you want to do something tonight?" Autumn asked suddenly.

“Tonight?” Alex asked gently. “Yeah, I guess we could. It’d be nice.” He sat up a little. His back ached from being hunched over almost the entire night.

"Cool. My place, seven o'clock? We could get pizza and play games," Autumn suggested.

Alex grinned meekly. “Sure. Sounds great. See you then, yeah?”

"Yeah, I'll see you then. Bye, Alex," Autumn said with a smile as she hung up. With renewed energy, she finished get food and went back to work.

“Bye, Autumn.” He pressed ‘End Call’ and set the phone down. He stretched out slowly, shaking his head slightly. Time to get ready…
Alex did indeed get himself ready, had plenty of time to stall on some stuff. It was 2:30 when he left the hotel in his neat suit, tie and loafers. He hailed a taxi, made sure his hair was smooth and commuted to the office building that was on the back of the business card.