Rich

You can't decide whether money changes things or not; it does. You can decide, however, whether it changes things for better or worse.

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8. Eight

It's a few days after the party and I'm just sitting in my room alone, watching TV and being pretty bored when I get a Facebook message from Alexander, asking me to come over so we can work on the duet. I'm pretty glad for anything to do really so I quickly brush my hair and pull on my boots, rushing downstairs.

"I'm heading out!" I call to my dad as I grab my bag. 

"Where to?" he asks, coming out of the kitchen with a slice of bread in one hand and a jar of peanut butter in the other. 

I laugh. "Don't look so disappointed. I'm going over to Alexander's, we've gotta work on that music thing."

And then Dad does that look where he's trying to act like he doesn't really have an opinion on what he's saying when he totally does, but he just doesn't wanna freak me out so I won't tell him anything ever again. 

"You're going over to his house quite a lot aren't you?" he says, nonchalantly. 

"Dad, it's homework." I laugh, shaking my head. "I'll be back in a bit."

"Alright." he says, kissing my cheek. "See you later."

I feel kind of bad about my attitude on Saturday at the party so I stop by the shop on my way to his house and buy a box of brownies to hopefully make up for it. Maybe he didn't even notice that I did anything wrong but I feel bad either way. By now, I've learned my way at least from the front door to the music studio and back and Alexander told me to go straight up so I do. When I walk into the studio, he's at the piano, playing part of our compilation. 

"Hey." I smile at him, placing the brownies on top of the piano. 

"Hello." he says, frown-smiling at the brownies. "You got those for us to share?"

"Yeah." I say, still smiling. 

He stares at me for a moment, one corner of his mouth quirked upwards. "You're in a remarkably better mood than you were in on Saturday."

I sigh, crinkling my nose. "Yeah. I'm sorry about that. I was a bit of a bitch wasn't I?"

"Yeah." he winks, grabbing a brownie. "I'll let you off though."

"Why thank you."

"So." he says a moment later, grabbing another one. "About putting Fuckin' in the Bushes in the compilation-"

I shake my head. "No way in hell."

He groans. "Seriously? It'd go so perfectly right at the end, don't you think?"

"Shut up." 

He laughs. "Alright, whatever. Shall we start?"

A little while later, after we finish singing the whole thing the whole way through for the first time, he sighs happily and says "this song needs to be playing while the credits for Moulin Rouge are playing, don't you think?" 

I shrug. "I haven't seen it."

His eyes widen and his jaw drops. "You what?"

"I haven't seen it." I cross my arms, unsure as to why this is such a huge deal. 

He stands up. "Come with me."

I sigh. "We've got to-"

"Nothing is important until you've seen Moulin Rouge." he says, grabbing my wrist and pulling me up out of my seat. "Come on."

I reluctantly follow him down a few corridors and we go into a room which is pretty much a tiny little movie theater. I can't even be shocked. He gestures to one of the seats, pushing me towards it and then goes over to a computer, scrolling through all of the movies. 

"I don't even get what the big deal is." I say. 

"Moulin Rouge is one of the best films in the world." he says and then pauses. "In my opinion. Either way you have to see it."

"Isn't it like a girly film though?" 

"No! Well maybe a bit, but there's nothing wrong with that. It's so good." he says, putting it on and sitting in the seat next to me.

"Okay."

"The whole thing isn't in black and white." he whispers, not taking his eyes off the screen. "Just this start bit."

I hold back laughter. "You don't have to whisper, there's nobody else here." I whisper, mocking him a little. 

He laughs a little bit. "Shut up, just watch it."

I just sigh and relax into my seat even though I'm feeling anything but relaxed right now. It's weird that all of a sudden, I feel like we're friends. Me and Alexander Logans are friends. And now I'm sitting here watching a movie with him which means that he's not just acknowledging me because we have to do the homework, he likes spending time with me and wants me to like things that he likes and something about that is nice. 

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