Wanted You To Know || blythe

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if all our life is but a dream

Ugh, thank fuck another day of slaving away like a, uh, slave was over! It was as if someone had shoved two, fat coffee beans up his nose because Alex wasn't kidding when he swore that coffee was all he smelt. It was in his hair which had gained a tired sheen, his clothes which were wrinkled at the base of his spine where his apron had been tied and his fingers smelt like.... no wait, they stunk of the cigarette he'd just sucked the life out of during the drive home. Whatever. You caught his drift, right? Basically the teen smelt like a walking cappuchino with a hint of vanilla and nicotine to it. A weird mix, even for him.

Alex's shift had ended around an hour or so ago, he wasn't keeping a tab on the time anymore after spending half of his shift watching the clock like a hawk, and he was still sprawled out on the long, off-white, Italian suede sofa with his cat mimicking his position but across his stomach, both of them half-asleep and relaxed. But Alex knew that he should ideally get up. He should shower and stop smelling like a used coffeepot. He should probably put dinner on for his brother and he before the older one appeared. He should get his achy feet off the sofa which cost more than his month's wage. Or perhaps two of them after taxes. Damn, he should do a lot of things... and all of them involved moving the furry ball of adorable stretched over his stomach.

Closing his eyes for a moment, feeling energy slowly begin to return to his worked body, Alex ran his slim fingers through his pet's exotic rosette coat and gave the tiniest of whines. Maybe... he could call Blythe and tell him to buy pizza. Or, or, or! Call the pizza guy, get one delivered and fuck his twin. He could starve while he tucked into a pizza with mozzarella cheese so stringy that even holding the pizza slice at arm's length away from your mouth you were still connected by cheese. A cheesy connection of cheese. His stomach grumbled its approval of this plan from under the dozing cat. Comfort pizza with a side of 'fuck the sibling' was a winner. Alex didn't want to ruin Blythe's flawless complexion with the demons of greasy junk food anyway.

"Kits. Y'gonna have to move. Papa needs his dindins." With a groan, Alex heaved himself up to a sitting position and dug around in his back pocket for his mobile to ring up the pizza place which totally wasn't on speed dial. Loquito, meanwhile, hopped reluctantly down from his owner's snug stomach and trotted over to the armchair, leaping up, curling into a ball and declaring it his throne for the evening, his sharp ear only twitching slightly on hearing Alex natter down the phone and place his order.

"...yeah. Third floor." The teen rambled on, his mobile held between his ear and shoulder as he poked through his wallet. "Yes there actually is a working lift so make sure y'tell 'em to come to the door. Unlike last time, vale? Ta, honey." Dear lord, his wallet was looking a sorry sight. So empty and sad and more empty and more sad. He had enough for the pizza but, yeah, not by much. He still had to pay for petrol in the morning, too. How many Alex-miles would he get with fifteen quid in the tank? Alex-miles being... speedy miles or did how fast you drove not make a difference? Damn. He'd always just told the petrol guy to just, y'know, fill her up without a thought on how the quid-to-litre ratio was going or whatever those numbers on the big signs meant.

All this thinking and wondering as he stared into his disappointing wallet made Alex forget that, y'know, he was kinda on the phone. Well. Not anymore at least. All he heard now from it was the monotonous 'brr, brr, brr' of an ended call. Now to just make sure he scoffs a slice of it riiiight in front of Blythe.

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As soon as he’d seen her he’d decided that he was going to try and get her. There was nothing like new students. Fresh meat. Girls that didn’t know his reputation around the campus. Well, hopefully they knew his reputation as ‘the rich guy’. Not the fact he was a womanizer. Not that it really mattered, he was able to charm every girl he had his eyes on. They all soon melted when he began speaking in his Spanish purr.
He’d bumped into her. She’d looked him over a second too long. He knew he was in already. With a signature smirk on his lips, Blythe pocketed the phone number of the new student. She was a very pretty, blonde thing, nice legs too, and she’d happily given it to him after he’d made her laugh a couple of times. Her giggle was irritating- he wouldn’t deny that- but she was pretty and probably bound to be a decent fuck. She turned and walked away, smiling to herself. He also noticed that she was swinging her hips- definitely for his benefit. Chuckling to himself at the fact all the women in the world seemed to want to show off in his presence, he got out his phone, put in her number and sent her a text.
Nice arse, drinks tomorrow?
Putting his phone back in the pocket of his jeans, he decided he’d go home. Yeah, he could have seen Sarah... Or was it Emma... It definitely ended with an ‘ah’ sound, but what the hell was her name? Oh well. Maybe he’d remember it, maybe he wouldn’t. That’s why she would be dubbed ‘honey’, ‘baby’, ‘sexy’ or, and in very rare cases, ‘beautiful’. Sometimes they even got those lovely terms of endearment, just in Spanish. Made them feel less like objects.

Driving back to his apartment on Kensington High Street, Blythe heard his stomach growl. He wondered what his brother would be cooking. He couldn’t be assed to make dinner himself- he’d been in a lecture for half the day and he had to do a damned essay. University well and truly sucked- but at least he’d make something of himself. He’d become rich and then find getting girls even easier.
Laughing, he turned on the radio. His hands tapped to the beat of the song on the steering wheel. He didn’t know what song it was, but the tune was catchy. He soon found he was almost home, the music helping him not get road rage from the idiots that drove nowadays. Very often Blythe would find himself leaning on his horn a few times because the other inhabitants of London were twats. He parked up his car and stepped out, locking it behind him. God, he hoped Alexander had cooked something good.

As he entered his apartment building he checked his phone and saw a text from the blonde girl- his phone was still on silent from when he was in his lectures- and her reply made him smirk.
Staring at my arse Mr Torres? You should be ashamed of yourself. Drinks sound good x
Entering the lift, he pressed the button to his floor to see a pizza delivery guy just entering the building. Out of some ounce of kindness (he must have been in a good mood) he held the lift for the poor guy. For a brief moment he wondered what it would be like to be like him. No good prospects in life. Probably stuck in the same job his whole life. One thing was for sure, he knew that he would never become like that.
“What floor mate?” he asked out of politeness to see it was the same as his. One of his neighbours was getting pizza for dinner. Poor person didn’t have a twin brother. He stood there in silence after that; the smell of the greasy pizza filling the small space. His stomach growled again. Man, he couldn’t wait to eat and get out of the elevator and away from that smell that was just making his hunger worse. He tapped his foot impatiently until he heard the ping and the doors opened. Stepping out he walked down to his door to find that the footsteps from the pizza delivery door were following him. He passed a few doors but the man didn’t stop. Then it clicked together in his brain. His dick of a brother had ordered a pizza for himself.

Grinding his teeth together, he put his key in the lock of the door. The guy looked a bit surprised behind him as he stepped inside and then shut the door in his face. Not that Blythe really cared. He was hungry after being in a lecture half the day and his brother was too lazy to cook.
“Pizza? Not gonna feed your starving twin who pays most the rent in this bloody place?” He spoke as his eyes landed on Alex sprawled across the sofa. There was a tentative knock at the door- most likely from the bemused pizza guy- but Blythe ignored it. Instead he glared at the cat that was on the chair. His chair. “And get that creature to move, I’d like to sit down when I make my dinner because you’re too lazy to do anything” he was frustrated now as he moved to the kitchen. Wanting to throttle his twin. Blythe was never a good person to piss off when he was hungry. He was easily irritated when his stomach was empty. The cat in his armchair didn’t help either. Blythe really didn’t like that bloody cat. Though he wouldn’t move it. No. If he tried to dare touch the thing, his arms would be covered in scratches in seconds. The hatred was mutual. It had always been mutual.
Rooting around the kitchen, he took out some chicken and various vegetables. Fajitas were quick and he loved them. Getting out a knife he was soon chopping everything up and throwing it in a pan along with the spices. “Look, Alexander, this is what people call cooking. It’s not hard. Learn to do it in the future” his tone was mocking as he spoke to his twin. God, he was hungry.