Someone knocked on your door, startling you.

You sat up and regained your composure, taking in a deep breath and calmly walking to the door. You wiped at your eyes to remove any tears that might have escaped, and opened the door.

Alex stood on the porch, giving you a friendly smile. "Doing alright?" he asked, inviting himself inside.

"Y-yeah! Just fine! Just a little... tired..." you replied, trailing off from further explanation. You shut the door and sat down on the couch.

"So... about that animation thing we were planning on doing?" Alex said, sitting next to you and snatching the TV remote.

"I... I can't do it. For... a while," you responded, staring at the TV screen blankly.

"Why not?"

"Just a few... complications. My art stuff is broken. It all went kaput this morning. So I can't do anything."

"Oh, okay. Well, tell me when you can!" Alex said, turning the channel to Cartoon Network.

"No offers to help fix anything?" you questioned, thinking of this as a little strange.

Alex chuckled, "I don't know squat about fixing that sort of stuff. I just use it."

A/N: Sorry about the really short chapter. I'm just having conflicts with this. I'm beginning to think this book is turning out to be one of those really cruddy x Readers that no one likes or very few people like. And, well, I have no interest in Alex. Never really did. So it's hard for me to think up new chapter ideas. Ugh... I'm sorry...