Endless Love

Alex had woken up in his usual room in Florida, a bright, white square filled with all of his belongings. The brightness of the room normally lifted his mood, but this week was different - this week was missing her. Her, who was bold. Her, who was beautiful. Her. Lyla.

He had enjoyed his previous week with Lyla and her friends, and now that he had driven back home for the summer and away from Lyla, he felt empty. It had been the first time outside highschool that he had been with a girl, and he found this relationship to be something wonderful.

Outside of waiting for a response from Lyla, he had kept in touch with her entire group of friends. They also had not heard from her, but had assumed it was because she was getting settled. Alex, who did not know her as well as the other girls, felt it was something else entirely.

He had only been home for a day, but he felt an aching to be with her, and to feel her again; no matter what it took. Now that he had a better grasp on his feelings for Lyla he knew what he felt for her, love. Or maybe something similar to love. He just knew that he liked her immensely. He thought about driving to wherever she was a time or two, but decided against it. Alex didn’t want to scare Lyla or make her regret getting close to him.

He tried to set his mind on other things, and to no avail Lyla crept back into his mind. He checked his phone again; still waiting for her reply. He paced around his room for a while, then paced around his living room. After a while, it disturbed his roommate, so he went into their kitchen to make something to eat. He asked his roommate if he wanted anything to which he replied with a kind ‘no’.

“Sigh,” he gave a big huff that got his roommates attention.

“What’s the matter? You’ve been driving me crazy with your pacing, and now you’re sighing,” he barked at him, with a hint of annoyance to his voice. He paused his show and turned to Alex, and crossed his arms.

He put the fork down, and looked at his roommate, defeated, “it’s this girl I met when I was visiting my mom, I just can’t get her out of my head,” he sighed once more, thinking of her once again. “Do you have anything I can do to get her off my mind, because I can’t do anything else until she is,” he demanded, feeling as though he was going insane. His roommate shook his head and pressed the play button on the remote, and continued watching his show.

After Alex finished making his lunch and sat down right beside him, his roommate spoke up again, “maybe, it's a sign that you should go to her.” For a moment, the only sound in the room was the television, then Alex leaped off the couch and ran for his room. He began throwing things in a bag, and then it hit him - he did not know where Lyla even was.

He shot off a quick text to Serena asking where Lyla was staying, then went back to packing his bag. After he finished putting a bag together, he wrote out a check to his roommate for his portion of the rent since he didn’t know when he would be back. He felt a buzz in his pocket as he brought things out to his car - and yes, Alex also had a car to go with his motorcycle.

Alex loaded his things into the car, then checked his phone. He received a message from Serena regarding Lyla’s hometown address. He inputted it into his GPS, then put the car into gear and drove to Serena.

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A day had passed before Alex got into Lyla’s hometown, and he hadn’t even stopped once; his heart controlling his drive. He sent another text to Lyla hoping that she would reply this time, and continued into the night, not aware of what he could walk into. About an hour down the road, he passed the town’s historic statue of the founder pointing off into a random direction.

He shortly made it to the neighborhood and looked for Lyla’s red Camaro in every driveway. By the third street, he spotted the car in a darkened driveway, so he parked in front of the curb. He ran up to the walkway to her front door, then knocked and waited.

Lyla’s mom came to the door, and asked who he was, so he told her how he knew Lyla and the events that had occurred the previous week. She invited him inside and asked if he was of age, and he replied with a confirmation. She had him sit on the couch to get comfortable, then asked more about him. Lyla’s mother also wanted to know why Lyla hadn’t told her about their relationship, especially since she had been trying to set her up with Clark all week.

Finally, Alex had asked, “so, where is Lyla at?” He looked around the room puzzled by the lack of her presence.

“Oh! She is next door with Clark, and she won’t be back till tomorrow morning. She’s staying the night over there,” she chirped at him. Not aware of his heart sinking right in front of her. He kindly asked if she had a spare bedroom that he could stay in, since he hadn’t exactly planned anything out before he left. To which she told him he could stay in the guest room next to Lyla’s bedroom.

Promptly, he went out to his car to grab his things; he noticed that the lights on next door were on inside, and he got an idea. He went back into the house, and set his things down in the spare bedroom, then sprinted out of the front door over to ‘Clark’s’ house. Every step filled him with dread as he got closer to Clark’s front door, and then he heard it. Laughter.

He knocked on the door, not knowing what to expect, but ready. The door swung open, and it was Lyla. She was standing in the doorway in a silk robe, and it looked as if she had nothing else underneath. He stammered, shocked by the sight, “L-Lyla, what… what are you wearing, why are you wearing it,” his heart sinking as low as it could go.

“Well, Clark here was showing me some of the things he dabbled in and left me this robe to put on afterwards, we’re also drinking wine,” she said to him cheerfully, not fully aware of how she looked, or how Alex was feeling. She ushered him into the house, and yelled cheerfully, “Clark! This is Alex! He’s the sweet guy I was telling you about!” She raised her glass, which looked to be filled with wine, and he looked into the living room where a man was sitting; a table full of empty wine bottles.

“Lyla, what the Fuck,” was all he could get out. He crossed the room to Clark, anger in his eyes.