meet you in warm conversation // j a x t o n & a l a n
Alan fixed his hair in the mirror for what seemed like the millionth time before deciding that his lavender colored quiff looked as good as it was ever going to. He took out a lens cloth and cleaned his glasses quickly before placing them back onto the bridge of his nose. He looked back in the mirror, resisting the urge to mess with his hair anymore. He put on a thin layer of ChapStick and walked out the front door, car keys in hand.
He decided to give Jaxton a quick heads-up that he was on his way over, so as he got settled into the car, he dialed his phone number. "Hey, Jaxton, it's Alan," he said, knowing the boy didn't have his phone number. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm on my way over -- okay, see you in a few minutes." He hung up, smiling.
After a short car ride of Alan jamming out to One Direction on the radio, he pulled up to Jaxton's place. He checked his hair once more in the rear view mirror, and got out of the car, and went to knock on the door.