What would have happened if Jayden hadn't died? I asked myself this question quite a few times. And that lead to me writing an alternate Universe where he hadn't died. And this is a glipse of that world.

I'm giving you guys this to survive until I post the next chapter of "I Sold.." which should be soon by the way. I'm working on it as we speak! :P

So enjoy! :P

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Daphnee and I are at the flea market. She has a precise destination to which I am going to be dragged to, apparently there’s a hot boy there and she has to get his number and then never call him again. I’m totally up for that.

I feel like crap lately. My mother left my dad. And the other day I saw her for the first time in a while, she said she wanted to talk but it ended up that she also dragged her adolescent boyfriend. It was simply awful and awkward and if I had had a gun I would have shot myself.

It had been one of the worse days of my life and I still feel shitty about it. I feel shitty about everything truthfully…

“Have you talked with Alex lately?” Daphnee asks as we kept walking, our arms locked together.

“I nodded at him the other day. Good enough?” I answer flatly. The other day might have been three weeks ago though.

Alex…

My ex boyfriend.

My gay ex boyfriend slash used to be best guy friend.

It’s been almost two years now since we broke up because he told me he was gay and I still haven’t found it in me to forgive him.

Because the night we broke up I ended up having sex with some manwhore at a party, at his birthday party I might add. Shawn is a dick but at least it wasn’t Clark…

Oh who am I kidding? I’m pathetic both ways.

“What are you thinking about?” Daph asks.

“My patheticness?”

“Aww come on! I know things have been crappy lately but you have to lighten up!”

“Sure,” I answer, doing the little raising of the eyebrows move that say I’m completely not in agreement with this.

I don’t feel like lighting up.

Ever since my mom left I actually feel… empty. If it wasn’t for my dad and little brother that I don’t want to abandoned I don’t know what I would have done…

“Fine! Keep being mopey if you enjoy it! The hot guy is at the table over there. With all the boxes filled with vinyls. You should at least appreciate it right?”

“The vinyls or the boy?” I ask because I see the boy and the boy is definitely hot. In his early twenties maybe, late teen. He has brown hair, he’s tall and as we approach I see green eyes and his face his just really really hot.

But I don’t stare at him for too long. I don’t care about boys. Plus Daphnee likes him. It’s obvious. She doesn’t shut her mouth about him.

So I don’t look at the boy and start to go throw his vinyls. There is quite a lot of them.

I start to flip throw them, I hadn’t actually planned on buying anything, usually the records suck in this flea markets, or are too pricey or I already have them but those are actually good. And they’re in good shape. The last thing you want is an unwanted scratch that will screw up Billy Holliday’s Gloomy Sunday. But then again who cares because I hadn’t been listening to music ever since mom left…

Stop torturing yourself Lexi, I think, there really is no point.

I sigh and look to my left. Daph is at the end of the table, the guy is in between us. I see that he’s glancing her way now and then, but she pays no attention to him. I smile and shake my head.

Aw that damn hippie.

On my right there’s a bunch of canvas, abnormal shapes and big sizes. I frown. Canvas and vinyls… Weird. Well I guess you can consider that as art…

I stop looking at the canvas and then move a bit to the left, on to the next box with vinyls.

That’s when I see the boxes had been hiding someone, who was sitting right to Daph’s hot guy.

The boy has his back to me, I can only see his shortish light honey brown hair, not too large shoulders, actually his back looks muscular through that white shirt of his... He’s reading a book, holding it with one hand and the other hand is on a table beside him, making notes with his fingers like he’s playing the piano and he’s humming “Fur Elise”

That makes me smile for a second.

Even though I don’t see that guy’ face I’m sure I don’t know him… Since Daph is really friend with Alex and my other friend Vanessa moved away to attend a singing school, I have a lot of free time, so I like to watch people. I sit somewhere and I just look at them, the way they walk, their habits, I start to analyze their faces, and then draw parts…

It’s not that Daph abandons me but I know she likes to hang out with Alex… the four of us we used to be so close… before gay-Alex ruined everything…

But it’s not true, I ruined everything… I should be moving on… Truth is, I don’t hate him; I hate myself.

So point is, I haven’t sent that “back of head”. Ever. I would remember it. Especially with the playing piano thing and the reading thing. Those are hobbies I notice from people.

It’s sad really, that I notice those things…

Maybe he’s from another part of the city. Or he’s way older. That’s a possibility. He might be homeschooled too. Or he’s just not from here…

I shake my head from all those thoughts. No point in thinking about a total stranger.

I look on my left again, and Daph is moving her head from left to right, probably singing a song in her head. I half smile. I wish I could take things as lightly as she does…

“Dude if I hear you humming again I’ll cut your balls and make a trophy with them” someone says, and I look towards the voice and it’s Daph’s hot guy that just said that and he’s looking at the Reading-Boy.

This is getting confusing…

The Reading-boy just makes a “I dismiss you” hand gesture and says “La pluie de tes injures n’atteint pas le parapluie de mon indifférence”

Whoa, okay what was that? I didn’t get any of that… does he have problem speaking? Or was that another language?

“Va t’faire enculer par un chameau” Daph’s hot guy answers, rolling his eyes.

Okay he’s sounding gibberish too, that means it’s another language. AP students or not from around here! Yep, that’s my theory!

“You sound like a girl when you say things like that, you noticed, yes?” the Reading-boy ask and he has a British accent. Like strong sexy British accent.

Yes definitely not from here.

Oh well…

Who cares right? His voice might sound super hot, but he can still be old or something. Or ugly. Back of the head is often a traitor.

“And you know how a woman sounds like how? Because you are one? Because otherwise I don’t think you have anyway of knowing that” Daph’s guy continues, grinning. I look down at the vinyls, frowning.

Okay Daph sexy guy is mean.

            “Josh, go annoy someone that cares…” the Reading-Boy says, and turns a page of his book. I wonder what he’s reading… “Like the blond at the end of the row you keep staring at like a prat, why don’t you go annoy her?”

            And Reading-Boy can defend himself…

            I almost want to think “I like him” but I stop myself immediately. Wrong things to think.

            I should leave. I don’t know why but I have that urge. I need to go. Right now. But then, I can’t just leave Daph, I’ll have to tell her I’m going, and then she’ll ask why and I won’t be able to give an answer because I don’t even know myself and it’s going to go down from there.

“Alright, can you stop fannying around and hurry?” another boy suddenly says appearing beside Daphnee’s sexy boy. Those two, if it hadn’t been for the British accent the new one had, I would say hands down that they are twins. Maybe they have been separated at birth and grew up in different countries because they look so much alike it’s almost eerie.

“Aw Jay, I thought you were busy dallying in the dalley with Miss Barbie-Blow-Up-Doll” Daphnee sexy guy says.

Okay so the new boy is named Jay. Less confusing now…

Wow… great, I am so snooping in people’s life, stranger to be exact.

Way to freaking go…

My life is really that boring…

My eyes travel from Daph sexy boy to the one named Jay, to the vinyls in front of me, to the Reading-Boy with his back still to me… seriously, it would be kind of nice to see his face at this point… When I lift my eyes from the vinyls and look back at Jay, I see a girl walk to him interlocking her fingers through his, blond goddess comes to mind. And he’s taken. Oh well, he looks like he’s in his twenties so who cares?

“Thank you Josh, very kind words from you, as usual” she says, rolling her eyes.

British accent too. Have the British invaded the flea market?

“Anytime Ken” he smirks back.

“And to think you are supposed to be the adults” Reading-Boy says and gets up, and I finally see his face.

Holly hell!

Wow… just wow.

I’m dreaming. It’s the only plausible possibility because that boy is… wow, just wow. He can’t be real. But then again, I doubt I’m imaginative enough to come up with a boy as hot in my dreams.

 “That’s coming from Mister I-spend-my-days-reading-and-never-had-a-girlfriend-and-the-only-female-interaction-I-have-is-with-my-sister-in-law-mom-and-cousins” Daph sexy guy says.

Wait what? Is he implying that that impossibly sexy dude never had a girlfriend? That’s… wow, no that can’t be true.

“Wow that’s a mouthful, something you’re used to Josh?” Reading-Sexy-Boy says and smirks. There’s something eerily familiar about that smirk…

“Come on Blake, kick him in the goolies,” the blond-goddess-girl says, laughing.

“Wouldn’t matter he doesn’t have any” Reading Boy answer, laughing

Daphnee’s sexy guy rolls his eyes, “You’re testing my patience kid”

The one named Jay, who picked up the book Sexy-Reading-Boy was reading, looking through it, shaking his head almost disapprovingly, makes a little rolling of his hand movement towards Daph sexy guy, “Leave Scamp alone Josh”

“Fine,” he pouts, “but I’m not done here, so you guys will just have to suck it up. I need to sell more shit to buy Miss Puss that awesome cat castle thing I saw on the Net! I’ll need to make a room just for it,” and now he’s smiling like some kind of serial killer, seriously it’s freaky.

Sexy-Reading-Guy rolls his eyes, his dark blue eyes might I add and says, “You have issues. Whatever. We’ll just go and you can meet us at the gallery alright?”

No…

No I didn’t want him to leave just yet. I want to look at him a bit more… well a lot more actually…

“Ya sure. Abandon me all” Daph guy says.

The girl laughs, “Drama Queen”

He smiles at her, “Thanks Barbie”

They all laugh, and for one second I’m jealous of their complicity, of the obvious friendship and closeness they share. I wish to be part of that…

But it’s nonsense to wish such a thing. And there’s no point to it.

I keep repeating that in my head looking through the vinyls, no really seeing them though.

No point no point no point.

And then I raise my eyes and I see him, the Sexy-Reading Guy, walking away, leaving. And he sees me looking at him. And he smiles, one heart-stopping smile, with dimples, the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. And for one second our gazes meet. And in this gaze, in that one second I see what could have been. I see a life where I know him and he knows me and I love him and he loves me. A whole world where all the crap that’s made me into the bitter bitch I’m lately gone, a world where not everything his perfect but because he’s in it, he makes it perfect.

But it’s just for one second, one stupid second. And then it all disappears…

In the end, Daph got her Flea-Market-Guy’s cellphone number. But she never called him. I would have wanted her to, maybe I could have seen the Reading-Boy again but she never did, and I didn’t push her, and I never saw him again.

Well that’s not completely true.

One day, I was on Sophia Everingham’s website, checking to see when she would publish her next book and there was a mention in it. Her son had died of a brain condition. And there was a picture. The boy looked exactly like Sexy-Reading-Boy. But I was probably wrong…