I turned on some music and started on the essay to pass the time. I marked some pages with a highlighter and jaunted down a few notes. I’d made some real progress by the time I heard the door bell ring.

I trotted down the stairs and opened the front door. Alex stood on the porch, the hood of his jacket pulled over his head as snowflakes drifted down on top of it.

“Hi.” I opened up the screen door and let him in.

He stepped into the foyer, rubbing his hands together to warm them up as he glanced around at everything. There wasn’t much to look at, though; a small table with a few framed pictures of Marco and Sophia on it, and a large painting of a castle by a lake.

“So this is where you live,” he remarked.

“Yep, this is where I live.” I didn’t mean to sound so unenthusiastic, but I did.  “My rooms upstairs and I figured we could go up there and work on the assignment.”

“In your room?” He squirmed around uncomfortably, which I thought was odd.

Then again, a lot of things he did were odd.

I gave him a strange look. “If you want, we could work on it at the kitchen table.”

He shook his head. “No, your room’s fine.”

I raised my eyebrows. Okay. Whatever. I gestured for him to follow me as I head up the stairs.

My bedroom was very plain, particularly for a teenage girl’s room. I could only imagine what someone like say Kelsey Merritt’s room looked like. Or what Aislin’s looked like. There was probably a lot of pink, and a lot of photos hanging up on the walls. There was nothing on my walls. I had no rugs to cover up the boring off-white carpet. The only thing that gave it any character at all was a bookshelf in the corner that held my CD’s and books.

“So what should we do first?” I asked as Alex glanced around at my stuff.  I suddenly felt uncomfortable being up in my room alone with him.

He traced his fingers along the titles of my CD’s. “Should we get the report out of the way first?”

“Yeah, we could do that.  But I’ve already got a lot of it done.”

He turned and gaped at me. “You already started on it.”

I nodded. “I worked on it while I was waiting for you to get here. I found a few good ideas and started putting stuff together. Really, there’s not too much left to do.”

He mulled over what I said for longer than what seemed necessary. “You know, it doesn’t seem fair for you to do most of the work on the report, and to also have to help put the map together.”

“I don’t mind,” I told him. And I wasn’t lying either. I really didn’t mind. It wasn’t like I had anything better to do. Plus, I loved astronomy.

He tapped his finger on his bottom lip. “No, it’s not right. I think I’ll just work on the map at home. That way I can make Aislin help.”

Assuming he was hinting that he wanted to leave, I said, “Okay, if that’s what you want to do then its fine by me.” It didn’t feel fine, though. The thought of him leaving made my stomach kind of queasy.

“So…what do you want to do now, then?” he asked me.

“Huh?”  Had I misunderstood him? “What? Are you staying?”

“I was planning on it.” He cocked an eyebrow. “That is unless you don’t want me to.”

Me heart had already been pounding because of the whole him-being-in-my-room thing, but now it was in supercharge mode, hammering so viciously that it was making me lightheaded. But not wanting to let on that my heart was reacting so excitedly, I kept cool and gave a half-hearted shrug. “No, you can stay if you want.”

He pressed his lips together, stifling a smile. “Sure. I don’t have anywhere else to be.”

What was with him and finding me humorous when I wasn’t trying to be?

He shucked off his jacket and slung it on the back of my computer chair. Then he pushed up the sleeves of his shirt and sat down backwards in the chair so that he was facing me.

I shoved my books out of the way and sat down on my bed. The music was still playing from when I’d been working on the report—“Ohio for Lovers” by Hawthorne Heights. The slow rhythm of the guitar overtook the silence as I struggled to come up with something to say. Being a lifetime loner, I was completely clueless on how to strike up a conversation. Sure, Alex and I had spent some alone time together. But sitting here in my room with him felt different somehow, and I couldn’t seem to find any words to say to him. Perhaps it was because we were in my room.

Alone.

“So…” he finally said, breaking the silence, which was good because, waiting for me to speak first, we might have sat here forever. He rested his arms on the back of the chair and swayed it gently from side to side, “I know I’ve only been around you for a week or so, but it seems like you spend a heck of a lot of time by yourself.”

“I guess so,” I said.

“I didn’t mean that in a bad way or anything,” he quickly added. “I was just stating an observation… wondering why?”

“Wondering why I what? Why I spend my time alone?”

He nodded. “I’m just curious.”

“I don’t know…” I trailed off.  Honestly, I didn’t have an answer to give him. At least not one I could share without seeming like I belonged in a straitjacket. I picked at a loose string sticking up from my comforter. “It’s just how I’ve always been, I guess.”

“And it doesn’t bother you being by yourself all the time?”

I shrugged, staring at the floor. “Not really. Well, maybe lately it has a little.”

The room quieted except for the low hum of the music. I heard the chair squeaked, and the next thing I knew, Alex was climbing off the chair and walking toward me. His hands were in his pockets, and the lack of uncertainty he carried looked out of place on him.

When he reached my bed, he slid the pile of books out of the way and sat down beside me. We were sitting so close to one another that the only thing between our knees was a whisper of air. My head started buzzing as every single one of my nerves sparkled with electricity. I became hyperaware that Alex was sitting next to me on my bed.  Holy crap. Never in a million years would I have thought that would ever happen.

“What do you think the sudden change came from?” he asked, continuing our conversation right where we’d left off.

I had to mentally prepare myself before I spoke, otherwise I would have stammered like an idiot. “I’m not sure.”

“So what? You just basically woke up one day and decided you wanted to have friends?”

Yeah….there was no way I was going to tell him the real reason—that part of the sudden change stemmed from his arrival. “I know it’s weird, isn’t it?”

“Not necessarily weird, but it is kind of interesting,” he said. “But I find you interesting all together.”

I traced the circular pattern of the comforter with my finger, feeling extremely uncomfortable with so much of his attention fixed on me. “Trust me, there's nothing interesting about me.” I was kind of lying, I guess, if by interesting, he meant the stick-you-under-a-microscope-and-study-you kind of interesting.

“I think there is.” He paused, casting a brief glance at my computer as the song switched. “I mean for one thing, I find it interesting how long you put up with me being a complete jerk. Not a lot of people would’ve done that without getting mad and telling me off.”

“Oh trust me, I got mad.”

“Is that what you call it?” he teased.

“Hey,” I said defensively. “Need I remind you that you’re the one who said I have a temper on me?”

“Yeah, but it’s more entertaining than anything else.”

I crossed my arms and stared him down, trying to look as tuff as I could. “Oh really.”

He laughed. “Yeah really.”

I sighed and dropped my arms onto my lap. I guess acting tuff wasn’t my forte.

A funny looked passed across his face, and then suddenly he was leaning in toward me. “You want to know another thing that makes you so interesting?” His low voice sent a shiver down my spine. “That you can feel this electricity thing between us but you won’t say anything about it.”