SO I've re-wrote this story, and deleted the original first chapter, because I want it to be in order and stuff. So basically, what I've done here is rhat I set my iPod on my iPhone on shuffle, and write a little one-shot ficlet for each song. I think its fun and cute. I hope you like them.
Please, be a doll and leave a review.
Actually, DON'T BE A DOLL.
I HATE THE FUCKERS.
...but please review.
PS. I'll have to start this when Alex is about 5-7, because I doubt he'd remember much before then.
...and the music goes on shuffle. Oh Lord Sandra.
Little Me - The Beatles
Alex slumped down, grimacing as his exposed lower-back stuck to the leather of the chair.
This wasn't a party! Where were all the children? Where was the music that had voices in it? Why did everyone look so bored? Why was nobody dancing?
The crimson-haired woman sighed from beside him. "Wow, would you believe that shirt was ironed when we left?"
The face of the five year old stiffened even more, the scowl more than prominent. His hands crossed tightly over his chest, his body slanted on the chair so much that his arms touched both his chin and chest.
Jack signed, although amusement twinkled in her otherwise bored blue eyes.
Alex's eyes traced, for what he thought to be the millionth time, across the tall, wide hall. He tried counting the amount of gold pieces of furniture and decoration he could see. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, eleven, fifteen, twenty one...what came after that? Twelve?
Jack sighed once again. "I know how you're feeling, little buddy. I'm not exactly enjoying this either. But Ian wanted us here, so we had to come, didn't we?"
Alex's narrowed eyes looked up at Jack, their gaze surprisingly stern for a child. "But he's old, and he likes this party. I don't."
The sound of Jacks laughter rang out across the room, the lively tone easily cutting across the monotone music and halfhearted rambling of the parties occupants. Alex couldn't notice a few standers-by turn in their direction, sizing up both the woman and boy before turning back. The young boy looked back up at Jack, eyes watching as her expression of amusement turned to one of scorn when she noticed the staring.
"Snobs." She muttered under her breath as she turned back to face Alex, whose eyes were fixated on her long evening gown. As the two of them were sitting, rather antisocially, on a leather sofa and table in the corner of the grand room, he struggled to see the dress properly. He hadn't been too bothered about how everyone was dressed before. However, in the light of the large chandelier hanging from the roof, the jewels lining the neckline of Jacks dress caught light and, in the child's mind, life. He turned his head, now sitting up and placing both elbows on the table, and took note of what every other lady was wearing. Black. A lot of black. And no shiny parts.
"Jack, why do look glittery and ever-"
The sweet voice of the boy was cut off as a man approached the table in which he and Jack were sat. Alex narrowed his eyes to look closer at the man. He noticed the way he moved, swift and sharply. He noticed the way his dark hair glinted silver at the sides, the glow of the room only exaggerating the effect. He noticed the eyes, covered by blunt grey spectacles callous and hard, staring into his.
"There's a man looking at me Jack." Alex whispered to the woman who was absently picking at the skin on her fingers. Her head looked up just as the man reached the table.
He extended his arm, the movement so sharp that Alex jumped back slightly. Jack smiled, although Alex noticed it didn't seem like the same smile that she gave him. She took a firm grip on the mans hand, shaking it.
"I'm Alan Blunt, chief executive of the bank." He paused , briefly, "You must be Jacqueline Starbright."
Alex laughed, taking in the slight annoyance on Jacks face as the man got her name wrong.
"Her name is Jack!" He giggled, sitting up further.
The mans eyes looked down at Alex, lighting up slightly as he took in the appearance of the boy. "I'm sorry, Jack."
Jack smiled politely, "It's fine, Mr Blunt."
"And you must be little Alex."
Alex looked up at the man, who had his arm out. He noticed Jack nudge him slightly. Reluctantly, he touched the mans ice cold hand, pulling away quickly as though a snake had just struck at him.
"You're very cold," Alex began, "I think you should go to the doctors. He might give you some medicine."
The grey lips of the man twitched slightly into a slight smirk. Jack's eyes widened, which Alex ignored.
"I'm not ill, thank you." The man replied, voice unwavering.
Alex signed, "Are you sure? Because you have grey lips. Uncle Ian says that means a person is very cold, and has new-moan-ia," his small mouth struggled trying to get around the word.
The mans face stayed in the still, seemingly difficult grin. "Well your Uncle Ian is a very clever man, but he isn't a doctor. And I am fine."
"I know my uncle Ian is very clever. He knows all the alphabet in English, French, Spanish...and erm...I don't remember the other one. But my Uncle is the cleverest uncle in the whole wide world! He knows about the dinosaurs too. I'm learning about dinosaurs in school." He paused, turning his head to the side as if considering something about the man. "Mr Blunt?"
"Yes, Alex?" Came the expressionless reply.
"You're very old, aren't you?" Alex continued, ignoring the embarrassed gasp of Jack, "Do you remember what the dinosaurs were like? Were you a caveman? Is that why you have grey lips, and lots of wrinkles? Did you ever get to ride a dinosaur?"
"Alex!" Jack exclaimed.
The mans face remained perfectly still, expressionless. He opened his mouth to reply, only to be cut off at the arrival of Ian.
Alex grinned widely upon seeing the familiar figure of Ian.
"Uncle Ian, I'm tired." He whined, "And I feel sick. I need to go home."
Ian turned to blunt, ignoring Jacks wide-eyed expression at Alex, and said boy who slumped forward in his chair, whining.
"Blunt, I think Carlson wanted to introduce you to his wife." He said, voice devoid of any expression.
The man nodded, not saying one word. His eyes scanned across Jacks face, lingering on Alex's for a second longer. Swiftly, he turned and began making his way across the room.
Jack waited for the man to reach his destination before her bright, anger infused eyes stared up at Ian. She pulled herself to her feet, swaying slightly in the heels. Ian grabbed her arm, steadying her.
"You haven't had any wine, have you?" He asked, slight grin on his lips, eyes glinting cheekily.
Alex giggled. "Oh, she drank it all right. She drank it all."
Jack scowled slightly, raising her index finger at Ian, "And you wonder where Alex gets it from?"
She grabbed her coat before making her way across the hall towards the huge doors, leaving both boys behind. Alex watched after her.
"C'mon you little bugger," Ian began, chuckling as he picked up his tired nephew, "What have you said to get us both in trouble?"
Ian started making his way after Jack through the hall, Alex on one hip.
"Nothing," Alex yawned, "I was only talking about dinosaurs."
There's number one! I hope you enjoyed it!
PS. I do know how to spell pneumonia.