Part 20

"Yes. You start by letting me in."
"How about you reach up, grab the spare key from the door frame and let yourself in." she said rolling back into a ball laying the phone beside her.
"I can do that but-"

She didn't wait to hear what he was about argue about. She shut her phone and smashed her face into the pillow just as Alexander appeared in the door frame.

"Not nice to hang up Brooklyn." he said.
She couldn't stop the smile that his broken English made appear on her face. "You're lucky your English is so damn cute, I hate being woken up."
"What you do about it?" he said tilting his head in a tough guy kinda way.
"You don't have to act tough to make friends, Alexander." she shook her head, laughed and rolled out of bed. "I'm getting a shower."
"Was that an invitation?" he smiled.
"If you have a death wish, yes." she said looking over her shoulder.

He rolled his eyes and walked away.

"I'm eating you food." he called to her from the kitchen.
"Whatever." she called back before turning on the shower water. "Don't touch my Cheerios, I went out at midnight last night to get them!"

She sighed, shook her head, and shut the bathroom door behind her. The steam from the shower was already fogging up the mirror. She ran her hand slowly across the glass to reveal her reflection. Her eyes red from lack of sleep, her lips a little more red than normal. The bruise wasn't bad, starting to turn yellow, but still highly noticeable. She clenched her teeth and backed away from the mirror. She slid onto the floor once she felt the cold tiled wall behind her.

"Fuck you Brody." she said to no one. "That's the last time I let you ruin my life."

She pushed herself up, undressed, and stepped into the hot running water. She danced around under the water, she had no where to be, why not dance the time away. She wrapped her hair up in a towel, actually put make-up on for the first time in over a week. Put on a pair of American Eagle jeans with a white tank top. She did a quick messy French Braid, and met Alexander in the living room. He was lounged out in grey sweat pants and a red team Russia hoodie, one arm was behind his neck pillowing his head, the other resting on his stomach holding the remote.

"Gee make yourself at home." she said seriously, then smiled to show she was kidding.
"I would. But Nicky might kill me." he smiled and sat up to give her some room on the couch.
"What do you mean?" she asked a little confused.
"Nothing. Not important." he said turning the TV up a little louder.
"No." she said taking the remote, muting the TV. "Tell me."
"We're close. Right?"
"Of course Alexander. You're my favorite of the guys."
"I'm just-jealous, I guess."
"Of what?"
"Nicky."
"Oh." she said softly, looking at the floor.
"Yeah. I no help it. When I came here, I say only Russia girls, but everything it changes when I see you."
"Sometimes I lay in bed at night, when I can't sleep and think about why I feel so hard for Nicklas. Scandinavian girl falls for Scandinavian boy, how original right? Well don't get me wrong I love Nicklas more with each beat of my heart, but I want more excitement. He's so calm and down to earth. I want to be wild for a night, just let loose. Make regrets. Maybe with a Russian."
"Make regrets? Russian? Wild?" he smiled. "I can do that!"
"Oh shit. I forgot you were Russian." she smirked. "Bring it Russia."
"Oh you'll enjoy this." he said as he pressed her onto the couch.