Who: Alec and Melinda What: you been having girl problems? I feel bad for you, son. When: Saturday night. Where: Melinda's house Warnings: probably not Status: In progress
To this day, it still felt a little like breaking and entering to apparate directly into Melinda's house, but nevertheless, Alec did it, unwinding his scarf from around his neck and leaving it and his coat hanging on the newel post, heading uncertainly into the main part of the house. "Melinda?" he called. "Are you even here?"
While he was waiting, in spite of his previous trepidation, he had no problem making himself at home, sitting down in the kitchen and waiting for her to turn up, trying to decide if he should just change his mind and go home. He usually came to Melinda for girl advice, but the girl had never, you know, actually been Melinda before, so that was a bit of a problem. But Alec was pretty good at playing it subtle and pretending that things were different from what they actually were, so he was pretty sure he could do it. He leaned the chair back on its back legs only, staring up at the ceiling. He was fairly certain this was a ridiculous thing to worry about, anyway, little crushes happened to friends with benefits all the time, right? Nevertheless he found himself carefully rehearsing his words, deciding what he was going to say and how he was going to say it, an old habit from childhood that always made him feel slightly better when he was nervous. Not that he was, you know, nervous. Not him. Certainly not. Don't be ridiculous. He was Alec fucking Harper, he did not get nervous about girls.