3My name is Nicholas Brayley. I am eighteen years of age. I am a senior attending Jefferson High. I am destined for a good college, a good career, and a good family. I live alone in an apartment near school. My parents are happily divorced; my mother living alone in the countryside and my father living with some young floozy he picked up only a few months ago. My friends are not friends, but instead the people I hang out with. They are my companions. We go watch movies, partying, things like that. I have no girlfriend. Instead, I have an obsession.
Her name is Allison Winter. She has the skies for eyes, pale blue with never an obscuring cloud. Her hair reminds me of an endless spring meadow, melting into the sun that lay in the horizon. Her skin is flawless, a pale white that brings out her eyes even more. She is thirteen years old.
However, I am getting ahead of myself. I have been rude in not giving you an explanation of how my obsession came to be, how Allison and I met. It was last year, near the end of the school year. We all were studying for our big tests while one of my friends had come up to me and asked a favour. It was to babysit his cousin for that night. He was going to some "wicked cool" party, while me being the ever-diligent student, would be at home studying. So you know, I am the reliable one in my group of friends. If they ever need something, they ask me, and I usually comply. It makes things easier then to fight it and they don't mind as much that I'm a tad boring compared to everyone else.
So of course, I agreed and that night, he brought over his cousin. I opened the door to my apartment and there she was, her fingers wrapped around the considerably larger hand (for he was the big, hulking, jock of a man) of her cousin. Innocent, sky blue eyes that peered up at me in curiosity. Her dainty fingers pulled away from the man's hand as she started to look behind me, peering into my apartment. She was dressed in a pair of tight jeans, showing off these long, slender legs of hers. She wore these lime green flip-flips, showing off the slightly chipped orange nail polish that lay on her toes. A Pink Floyd "Dark Side of the Moon" tee-shirt covered her still developing chest. Soft, golden lockes hung neatly below her shoulders, kept tidy with a black hair-band. I was speechless.
After telling me a few things about the young girl; her allergies, her bed time, what she liked, what she didn't like, etc; my friend left and I was all alone in my apartment with little Allison. You may be asking why I had such an interest in the young girl, so I'll tell you. It all started with Disney's take on Alice in Wonderland. When I was a young boy, I developed a small crush on Alice. She seemed delightful and she dictated the kind of girls I liked for the rest of my life up until then. I was never satisfied though. The girls that reminded me of her when I was that age did not interest me a bit, for girls were yuckie and had cooties back then. And as I grew older, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed harlots of my school were just that, simply give it away to any man who could form a coherent sentence, and even then, there were exceptions to that rule. But now...the Alice that I had dreamed stood in my home, looking up at me and asking "What am I supposed to do now?"
Being a pre-teen, I simply sat her in front of the computer and left her be. She would deal with her music, her MySpace, her Facebook, and I would be left with silence to study. Except I wouldn't be studying for school, but instead her. The way her fingertips gracefully danced upon each key. The way her eyes would glaze over as she started reading something that caught her attention, until something bright and shiny pulled her away from it. The way her head would slightly tilt to the side whenever something didn't make sense to her. The way she covered her mouth when she laughed, blushing at the rare snort as if I was going to laugh at her. No, I wouldn't laugh. I found it adorable. I found every single thing about her absolutely tantalizing.
The rest of the night was spent with her on the computer and me fidgeting uncomfortably on my bed, unable to study. You see, the computer was situated in my room, across from the bed. This allowed me to watch Allison, or Alice, the entire time. I couldn't study, not with that pretty young thing so close. Several times, I came close to breaking my pencil as I watched her from the bed, almost unable to contain any urges or wants that surged through me. She was my Alice, the one that fell down the rabbit hole, the one I would observe through my own looking glass, she would be mine.
When the night came to a close, my friend came back over, obviously a bit tipsy, and took Alice back. They had a designated driver, so I wasn't able to offer them a ride home. My heart sank as Alice left, though she seemed indifferent to the whole ordeal. When the door closed, I headed into my bathroom and gave myself a long stare in the mirror. I was no unattractive man, in fact, I had heard the term "cute" and "good-looking" thrown around quite a few times. Short, chestnut brown hair, a bit messy. Bright, hazel green eyes. A defined chin, not one you could break coconuts on, but one that indeed said "I am a man." I am of fairly slender build, no fat, yet no real muscle to speak off. In fact, I pretty much blended in with the rest of the guys at Jefferson, offering nothing except an open ear and a helping hand.
As I looked into the mirror, I thought about Allison, about Alice. The two were indeed one and the same to me, but were oh so different. Alice would have definitely done more then sit on a computer all night, but Allison, she was real. She was tangible. And I was sure that if I were to dig deeper, I would find what I was looking for. But would I get another chance? Was Allison only in for the week and by tomorrow, would be gone from my life forever? I showered. I ate dinner. I went to sleep, wracking my head for answers the entire time. By the next morning, I knew one thing. I wanted Allison. I wanted this real life Alice...and I would also stop at nothing to get her.