TALK

                                    

                                          
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It's been a while since I last saw the creative genius which is Alexander Walker. To be honest, like any old friend, I always thought about them from time to time. I always used to wonder where on earth he could be; I mean when we were at school he always used to wonder off to his own devices to create whatever his mind told him to that day, but without fail his creations always used to be different, like nothing I've seen before.  All the memories came back and I was beginning to feel warm again, since the cold was slowly taking over my body, causing a fuzzy numb feeling to spread throughout my limbs. When the hug suddenly ended.
                          
"Nathan your freezing how long have you been out here?" He asked with both hands placed on my shoulders, still covered with small specks of multicoloured paint and other artsy materials. 
                          
He hasn't changed. I hope so anyway. 
                          
"I don't know, it was about 5ish when I left home-" I said putting my hands in my jean pockets, subconsciously.  
                          
"Wait, you left home wearing nothing but a jumper in the middle of winter. Are you mad?" Alex said shaking me a little. Although his face was lined with hidden worry. 
                          
"Yeah, well you know me. Living in the spur of the moment"I laughed slightly, tracing circles on the ground with my foot out of nervousness. 
                          
"Nathan Evans.." Alex paused staring me down a little, scanning my body language for any sign of weakness, leaving me kind of uneasy before continuing "You're hiding something. I know it, don't you think that after all these years of basically being your dethatched twin you think that I wouldn't notice that when you put your hands into your pockets it means one of two things. Either your nervous or that your hiding something" Alex said "I guess you have nowhere to be right now?" He questioned, then putting his hands in his pockets. 
                          
I shook my head in response, keeping my head down. I haven't seen this guy in over 5 years and he still remembers every detail about me. How?
                          
"Come on" He said putting his arm around my shoulder "Let's go. Jeez it's been a while." He started to guide me towards his home.
                          
There it was a semi dethatched old Victorian style red brick house, the gravel crunched beneath our feet and the rusty iron gate closed swiftly behind us with a rather loud squeak, which he seemed to be unfazed by. We then came face to face with a dark coloured door, a large brass looking knocker stood in the centre of it.  Alex stepped in front of me to unlock the monster of the door, which allowed me time to think about what lies on the other side, allowing my imagination to get slightly carried away. 
                          
"Oh before we go in, I would like to apologise in advance for the mess" He then pushed, well gently kicked, open the door. From the second that I walked in the house screamed his personality. Every wall was decorated with some sort of abstract poster or piece of artwork, most I'm guessing he did himself. He lead me into the brightly coloured living room which was filled with the basic pieces of furniture, but with a Alexander touch. The glass coffee table which was in the middle of the room was covered in art supplies, old comic books and the typical Alex paint splatters that matched the ones on his hands and little to his knowing, his clothes as well. 
                          
Hasn't changed. 
                          
He left the room after asking if I wanted anything to drink and whether I was still cold. He soon returned with a blanket flung over his shoulder and carrying two white ceramic mugs with steam coming off the top of them. He then gave me mine, which I held closely to my body my hand wrapped around its surface to minimise heat loss and pulling the blanket over me with the other. He sat down opposite me on the light, worn fabric chair, taking a sip before starting to delve into conversation.