What the fuck?
Did he just apologize?
He’s not even mad at the fact that I’m wet and I’m sitting in his car. This is coming from the person who freaked out when I brought coffee one time on our way to school. It went cold and I didn’t even get to sip even once. Since then I’ve learned that he doesn’t allow people eating or drinking in his car. He loves it so much that he washes and vacuums it weekly in front of their house.
He turns up the heat and asks, “Are you okay? Are you still cold?”
Okay, I’ve never seen this side of him and it’s freaking me out.
We don’t do apologies, no matter how harsh or how horrendous our pranks turn out to be we never apologize to each other because that shows weakness. You apologize you lose.
But I don’t think he’s even thinking about that right now. 
Is he genuinely worried?
Oh this is fucking with my head.
I cradle my head in my hands and I feel the car stop.
Alex puts his hand on my back, “Hey, Allie. Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
I shake his hand off and I yell, “Stop being so weird!”
He yells back, “What the hell?”
I remove the hood from my head and face him, “Stop being weird, you’re freaking me out!”
He glares at me, “I’m being weird? You’re the one who’s weird!”
He huffs, “I got there and you were crying your eyes out!”
“You’re the one who put pie on my face, jerk!”
He shakes his head, “God! Are you on your period or something?”
I hit his arm and scream, “You’re an idiot!”
I open the car door and slam it behind me. He hates when I do that.
I hear his car door open, “Get back here, Allie!”
I’m clearly not thinking rationally right now because it’s a long walk home and it’s still cold, but I’d rather freeze to death than to stay in that car ride with that weirdo.
He’s not reacting the way I expect him to react and it’s giving me a headache.
I continue walking and I hear him say, “I swear to God I’ll leave you here, Allie.”
There. That’s the Alex I know, he’ll probably leave me here because he’s a vindictive asshole, now that’s normal for him.
I grin while walking when suddenly I’m grabbed by the legs and I’m lifted like a sack of potatoes. Alex hoists me on to his shoulders and I punch his back, “Put me down!”
He grunts because I punch him hard, “Stop it! Crazy woman!”
He walks back to his car and I say, “You better put me down or else I’ll yell for help! This is kidnapping.”
He chuckles, “You wouldn’t dare.”
He’s right I wouldn’t. Involving the police will be taking it too far.
We get to his car and he puts me down, but instead of throwing me into the car like a caveman, he puts me down and holds me by the arms.
His piercing blue eyes stare at me and I blink a couple of times.
“Look, I’m sorry about the pie Allie and I’m sorry if I freaked you out. I was just trying to be nice because I thought I’d gone too far this time. I thought I really hurt you.”
Says the guy who threw a rock into my room this morning.
What is up with him? Is he sick or something?
He opens the car door for me and says, “Please get in, and let me take you home.”
I do as he says because I have no comeback for that. I mean, what the hell do I say to that?
I get in and put my seatbelt on; he gets in the car and drives off.
I’m thinking this is really odd behavior for Alex. He’s never been nice to me, he’s never apologized for anything he’s done and he has never been worried about me or showed that he cared.
I know what I’m doing, I’m pretending to be more hurt that I actually am, but is he pretending to be nice?
God, I’ve known him all my life and I’ve never seen this side of him.
I give him the side eye, is he trying to trick me too?
Did he realize I’m just messing with him?
If he is then he’s good at this. I mean, fuck it! He could be the actor, not me.
I stare at him trying to see some cracks in his façade; he’s definitely trying to prank me now.
He sighs, “Please stop staring at me.”
I purse my lips and tell him honestly, “Your sudden change of personality is baffling.”
He smiles and shrugs, “I can be nice.
I glare at him, “Not to me.”
He looks at me, “We’re in Switzerland.”
I roll my eyes. We’ve been sharing a car ride for the past three years and he’s never been this nice to me. I’m still not convinced this is real, I’m thinking he might be plotting something big so I have to keep my guard up until then.

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We get home and he parks in front of our house.
I remove my seatbelt and realize that I’m still wearing his hoodie, so I start to lift it over my head but his hand stops me, “It’s okay. You keep it.”
I look at him with an eyebrow raised.
He pulls the hoodie back down, “Your mom might see the wet shirt and the pie stain.”
Oh okay. Self-preservation.
I nod because he’s been nice thus far.
I get off his car and when I’m a little ways down our front porch he yells, “Allie?”
I look back at him, he grins, “I probably won’t get the stink from that hoodie anyway so you can keep that.”
There he is.
I glare at him and give him the finger.
He laughs as he drives off next-door where he will probably be washing and vacuuming his car. 
I sigh as I get inside the house, Mom gasps as she sees my sorry state.
I put my hand up, “It’s alright Mom, it’s just pie.”
She sighs, “Oh God, Honey. I’m going to talk to Jane.”
I shake my head, “No. No need to tell on Alex.”
She still looks worried so I say, “It’s just a couple of weeks before graduation, so you don’t have to worry about Alex and me anymore okay?”
She sighs, “Hopefully you don’t kill each other before then.”