Hamilton Meets High School, Ch24

Sorry, I accidentally labeled the last chapter 22 when it was supposed to be 23. Oops! Anyway, what’s gonna happen? Only one way to find out! AND I CAN FINALLY WRITE LAMS!!!! Here are chapters 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 BONUS 18 19 20 21 22 23 !

24

After the words leave his mouth, he realises what he’s just said. He realises his biggest secret has just been revealed. He puts his hand to his mouth as if he could shove the words back down his throat. His eyes widen, and fresh tears flow down his face like a waterfall.

Alex is in shock. He once guessed that this was a possibility, but he pushed it away.

Everything suddenly clicks into place. When he got glitter on him, and he took a shower, and then came back without a shirt on, John dropped the skrewdriver because it ‘slipped’. The same type of thing when Alex had to wear his clothes. He also got nervous whenever Lexi was mentioned, and then Herc and Laff would give him weird looks that Alex couldn’t decipher. It explains why he seemed so embarrassed during Christmas when he had to pretend Alex was Lexi. Because Alex is Lexi.

He reaches out his hand and says tentivaly, “John…”

“Go away Alexander,” John replies, his head bowed and tilted to the side. His voice trembles as he says it.

“But, Laurens-”

“I said GO AWAY!”

Alex pulls back his hand, hurt. John turns back around, and his body shakes with sobs as he holds himself tightly. His friend back away and leaves. A couple of his own tears slide down his face.

John crumples to the floor, his body racking with sobs. He pushed away the only person he wanted comfort from, but he did it for a good reason. He holds himself, wishing his pain could end. Wishing, that he could go back in time and fix what went wrong. But this isn’t a story. It’s real life, and in real life, all your wishes don’t magically come true. You have to earn them.

So he picks himself up, wipes away his tears, and tells himself it will be okay. It will all be okay. Except he knows, deep down, that it won’t.

Alex walks slowly back to Herc’s house, a couple of tears sliding down his face and semi-freezing. How could not John tell me he has feelings for me? Why didn’t he come out when Laff and Herc started dating? Or when Herc asked about how they all feel about the LGBTQ+ community? Wait, if they knew about Lexi, then they knew John’s sexuality! And they didn’t tell me?

He opens the door to Herc’s house to find both of his friends sitting on the couch. He closes the door before asking quietly, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Based on his tone, Laff and Herc know what he was talking about. “Because, mon ami, it wasn’t ours to tell.”

“So he told you two?” Alex asks, offended that he got left out.

Herc laughs. “No. We could tell. The second he saw you, he had fallen in love. And ever since then, he’s been making it pretty obvious. Honestly, Alex, you had to be blind as a bat to not see it.”

Alex shakes his head, still not believing it. “It’s funny, I…” He cuts himself off, deciding not to finish that thought. Instead, he says, “I can’t believe I didn’t see it. But, now that I think about it… now wonder Cora wasn’t his type! He’s… gay. He’s gay. And he fell in love with me. Me, of all people!” He smiles slightly.

“Go talk to him!” Laff encourages.

Alexander’s face falls. “He told me to go away. I think he needs some alone time.”

Alex, why didn’t you go see him?

John packs a bag. He has a hidden stash of crackers, Oreos, and water, so he packs those along with a change of clothes and all the money he has. He’ll grab more food when he goes downstairs. After some debate, he decides to bring his phone and his portable charger. He turns off ‘track my location’ and ‘find a friend’ so that no one can find him, and he turns it to silent. He pulls his hoodie over his head. Now he just has to wait.

At midnight, he raides the pantry for food, but makes sure he doesn’t make the backpack too heavy. He’s all bundled up in his warmest clothes so that he doesn’t freeze. John finds his dad’s wallet and takes out all of the cash, ignoring the credit and debit cards. He then sneaks out of the house and begins walking away from his troubles.

His friends peacefully sleep, not knowing what John is doing. Alex is planning on visiting him in the morning, except he won’t be there.

At eight in the morning, Alex walks over to John’s house, thinking over what he’s going to say to him. He knocks on the door, and it’s answered by him mom. “Hey Mrs. Laurens. Is John awake? I need to talk to him.”

She shakes her head. “But you can go wake him up.”

Alex thanks her and takes the stairs two at a time. He knocks on John’s door quietly before opening it. He finds him not in bed. He checks the bathroom, but he’s not there. He then searches the whole house, but still no sign of him.

He then goes back to John’s room, worried. That’s when he sees the note on his pillow.

Dear Family and Friends,

I haven’t been kidnapped. No, I decided to run away. You might ask why, and it’s because, well… Father, I know you won’t accept me. In case you don’t already know, I am gay. Like, super gay. Never fell for a girl in my life. So I guess you can say it’s all your fault, dad. I might be back, I might not. I don’t know. Don’t try to call or text me, because I won’t answer. Don’t go looking for me, because you won’t find me.

I’m sorry Alex. I hope that someday, I can see your beautiful face again. Best wishes to you all.

Love,

John Laurens

Alex puts his hand to his mouth as tears begin to fall. He runs downstairs, half blinded by tears. He hands the note to John’s parents, who read it.

Mrs. Laurens starts to sob. Mr. Laurens looks at the paper, a mix of sadness and anger on his face.

“We need to find him,” Alex says. “I don’t care how long it takes, and whether I get help, but I’m going to find him.” He takes out his phone and calls Laff and Herc, telling them what happened. Both of them arrive within five minutes, disheveled.

Laff says, “Since you know about John’s sexuality, might as well tell you that Herc and I are dating. Anyway, what’s the plan to find John?”

Mr. Laurens’s mouth drops open. Alex replies, “Bikes. Ubers. Bus. Subways. Whatever you want to use to travel, we have to search for John. We’ll all keep in touch with each other through a group chat. We’re going to find him, whether or not he wants to be found.

John opens his eyes, and it takes him a moment to gather his surroundings. He crashed around three o’clock in a small nook of an alleyway. The sun is shining right in his eyes, and he covers it with his hand. He blinks a few times before digging into his backpack for something to eat. He settles on a Pop Tart.

A memory surfaces out of the blue. “Aleeexxx, where are the Pop Tarts?” John asks after looking for only ten seconds.

“Ummmmm,” Alex replies guiltily. The toaster pops, but he doesn’t pull out the contents. “I… may have just toasted the last one,” he says nervously, pulling the Pop Tart out of the toaster.

“But I wanted one!” John whines.

Alex, rebelliously, takes a bite of it. “Oh, look, it’s got my germs on it now,” he says with a smile.

“You’re the worst Alex,” John tells him, not meaning a single word of it.

John pushes away tears. It won’t do any good to dwell on memories. He leans his head against the wall and takes a bite, his eyes closed. By now, they’re probably looking for me, he thinks. I better get walking. He stands up, his muscles sore from sitting in such awkward position.

He groans quietly, but ignores the pain and begins walking. For fun, he checks his phone. 29 missed called, and 51 text messages. He would look at them, but then he’d feel the urge to go back home, and he just can’t deal with that right now.

John has no plan as to where he’s going to go, but he just passed a sign that said Claremont Street. He finds himself walking east. He always liked the east. Because that’s where the sun rises, and the sun rising symbolizes the awakening of a new day.

Alex claims going east. He’s pretty sure John would head that way, because it’s his favorite direction. Something about sunrises and the start of a new day. Mr. Laurens offers to drive him, but he says he wants to go alone. This is only because he wants to be the one who finds John.

It also gives him time to think as he rides his bike down the streets. He would take a Uber, but they ask for specific directions, not wondering about. Besides, this way, it will be easier to spot him. It’s kind of hard not to see a kid with his hair in a ponytail and freckles.

John keeps his hair down, knowing his friends and family will expect him to have his hair up. Well, they were wrong. He shivers a little from the cold, and decides to stop somewhere for hot cocoa. He stops at a place called Kitten’s Kafe. Cute little name. He walks inside and orders a simple hot chocolate, which costs seven whole dollars. Prices these days. He thanks the woman and continues walking.

At lunchtime, Alex passes a sign that reads Claremont Street. He decides to stop an get something to eat, so he goes into the nearest place and gets a sandwich. He asks the person at the counter if he’s seen a boy with curly brown hair and freckles, but the man said he hasn’t.

John’s stomach rumbles but he doesn’t stop anywhere. He needs to save his money if he wants a place to sleep tonight, so he just eats one of the sandwiches from his backpack. Alex always liked these kind of sandwiches.

John shuts down that thought immediately. But what’s the point of falling in love with someone if you never think about them?

He sighs and lets himself think of Alex. Of what could have been if at some point, he had spoken up.

After he’s done with his sandwich, Alex makes a brave choice and calls Eliza. It goes straight to voicemail. He tries Angelica. Same thing. He tries Peggy, and she picks up.

“What the heck do you want?” she asks.

“Look Peggy, I know all of you are really mad at me, but I need you to forget that for, like, ten seconds.” He takes a deep breath and says, “John ran away. So, could you just keep an eye out for him, okay?”

Her voice softens as she replies, “Yeah, totally. But… why’d he run away?”

Alex sighs and tells her, “He told me he liked me yesterday. Basically came out, but he didn’t mean to, it just sort of slipped. Now he’s scared of what his homophobic will do or say. So he decided to run away.”

Peggy laughs. “You’re telling me you didn’t know? How blind are you? Hm, maybe you need glasses permanently.”

Peggy.”

“Sorry, sorry. But yeah, we’ll keep an eye out. Bye.” She hangs up, and Alex hops back onto his bike and looks for John.

Fifteen minutes later, a store catches his eye. Kitten Kafe. Sounds like somewhere John would go. He locks his bike and walks inside. He goes right up to the lady at the counter and asks, “Have you seen this boy?” He shows her a picture of John.

Her eyes narrow a little bit and she says, “Yeah, I did see him in fact. About… two, three hours ago? Cute kid. Yeah, he stood out to me because of those eyes.”

“Thank you so much! You have no idea what this means to me.” He runs out of the stor, hops on his bike, and continues his search for John.

An hour later, John’s phone buzzes. Wait, buzzes? He pulls it out and sees and AMBER Alert. Oh no. He looks at it and sees that it’s for… him. He’s got an AMBER Alert. His parents are smarter than he gives them credit for.

He pulls his hood over his head and continues walking.

Alex saw the Alert. Knowing John, he’ll pull his hood over his head and either keep walking or stop somewhere for a while. He keeps riding his bike.

Night eventually falls, and Alex still hasn’t found John. He gets a call from Laff. “Hey Alex. You gonna come back or stay overnight?” he asks.

“Stay overnight. Or maybe keep looking for a bit longer, to at least catch up with him. I just hope we can find him.”

“Alright mon ami, but don’t stay out too long. The streets of New York get weirder at night.” He then hangs up.

John finds a place to stay at around eight o’clock. It’s called Country Inn, and he’s been to one before. He walks inside, hoping that he can get a room. He walks up to the front counter and asks, “Are there any available room?”

The woman says, “Hold on a minute.” She searches the database and answers, “We have one left. Would you like it?”

“Yes please. How much?”

“178 dollars. Cash or card?”

“Cash.”

“Okay. We’ll need you to also pay $200 dollars in case you break anything in the hotel room, but you will get your money back at the end of your stay. Just one night, right?”

John nods, swallowing the fact that he’s going to be giving her $378, but hopefully he’s get the $200 back. I mean, he’s a very careful person, he won’t break anything.

“Name please?”

John didn’t think that far. He can’t tell her his real name, because then she might recognize him from the Alert. So he says the first thing that comes to mind. “Anthony. Anthony Ramos.”

“Okay, Anthony. Here is your room key, and your room number is 429, meaning you’re on the fourth floor.”

He smiles at her, takes the card, and says, “Thank you!” He then heads over to the elevator and brings it up to the fourth floor. He has to walk a little ways before he gets to his room. He slides the card and opens the door.

It consists of a bed, desk, chair, bathroom, closet, and a dresser with a TV above it. It’s a cozy little room, perfect for John. He sets his backpack on the bed and begins to take off his clothes. He gets into the shower and tries to wash away his thoughts along with the dirt and grime.

He steps out, feeling refreshed. He puts on his underwear and a sweatshirt before sitting down at the desk and doodling. He’s using one of the notepads in the room, and he’s drawing one of his fantasies with Alex.

He has a whole box of them at home. Lots and lots of drawings of him and Alex. If he had ever found that box… well, he probably won’t. Maybe John will show it to him one day.

Wait, no I won’t. Because I’m not going back, he thinks.

Alex finds a hotel and uses Mr. Laurens’s debit card that he lent him. Yeah, he trusts him that much. He lays in bed, hoping that he’ll find John in the morning. But his mind doesn’t want to stop thinking.

So he decides to get up and write something. And what he writes betrays his inner feelings.

The next day, John gets a new set of clothes on and heads to the lobby, his bag over his shoulder. They have free breakfast, so why not take advantage of it?

He has one plate of waffles, and the other has muffins and various fruit. The fruit is for the road, so he quietly slips the apples and oranges into his bag. He then begins eating.

At a different hotel, about seventy miles away, Alex is also eating breakfast, but he’s doing it quickly so that he can catch up with John. He just hopes he hasn’t passed him.

John finishes and heads back to his room to grab his things. He didn’t unpack anything, but he does grab the papers he drew on. He makes sure that he has everything, and that his phone is fully charged, before leaving.

He heads down to the lobby, and he gets his $200 back, thank goodness. He then begins walking again, despite the soreness in his legs.

Alex climbs aboard his bike and begins riding.

John decides to stop going east at Washington Road. He turns left and heads north.

Fifteen minutes later, Alex gets to Washington Road. He has a strange feeling that he should turn left, so he does.

John keeps walking, head bent low, earbuds in his ears. He’s mouthing the words to a song, letting his mind get drowned by the music. He pulls out an apple and begins to eat it as he walks.

John ends up in an area that doesn’t have many people. I mean, it is early in the morning, but this area has a quiet feeling to it. He watches a bird cross the sky, and when he lifts his head, his hood slips down.

Alex sees a flash of curly brown hair. The kid quickly pulls the hood back over his head, but Alex pedals faster, hoping it’s John.

He doesn’t call out John’s name. That might scare him off. As he gets closer, he knows it’s John. The way he walks, his clothes, and most importantly, the turtle keychain on his backpack. Alex abandons the bike and begins to run.

John takes out his earbuds and puts them in his backpack, not wanting to drain his phone’s battery. As he’s closing the backpack, he sees someone running towards him. He turns around to get a better look at them.

Alex nearly knocks John over when he hugs him. He saw his freckles. He saw his eyes. It’s John.

“John!” he shouts, trying to help him not stumble.

John knows that voice anywhere. “A-Alex?”

Alexander pulls back and puts his hands on his friend’s face. “It’s you! It’s really you! I found you, you’re alive!” He pulls John into another hug.

John hugs back, melting into his warmness. He begins to cry.

“John, why’d you run away? Why didn’t you talk to me?” Alex whispers in his ear. This sends shivers down John’s spine.

“I… I was afraid,” he replies.

Alex quickly pulls out his phone and sends a text to everyone. I found him. We’ll take an Uber back home, but I think i might need to talk to him before we get going. Please don’t pepper me with texts and calls. My phone will be on silent, so I won’t answer. Yes, he’s okay. I’ll give you an update in about half an hour. He sends the text and silences his phone.

“John, everyone is really worried,” Alex tells him, pulling away so he can look him in the eyes.

John sniffs and wipes away a few tears. “I know, I know. I shouldn’t have done that. But… I just can’t face my father.” He begins to cry again, and it breaks Alexander’s heart.

Alex wipes away a tear with his thumb while cupping John’s face. “Hey, hey, it’s okay John. Everything will be okay. And if your father doesn’t accept you, I’ll beat him up myself.”

John lets out a small laugh. “Whatever you say, Alex.” He looks into his eyes and realizes, Jeez, we’re close. His instinct is to pull away, like he always would in this situation, but he pushes the instinct away. Things are different now. Alexander knows about his feelings.

“Are you ready to go home?” Alex murmurs softly.

John nods, but he doesn’t move. He just stares into Alexander’s eyes.

Alex clears his throat and steps back. “I’ll call the Uber.” They get picked up five minutes later.

Alex still has ten minutes until he promised to give everyone an update, so he says, “Explain to me some things you’ve never been able to tell me.”

John smiles and replies, “For starters, I like you. A lot. I have since I first laid eyes on you. But this year… it got deeper, you know?”

“It’s funny, I’ve been told you made it really obvious, but I couldn’t see it,” Alex states.

John laughs. “Yeah. There were days where I thought for sure you could tell. But I guess not. But seriously, you couldn’t tell? You couldn’t tell! Hm, let me name off some of the times. Remember Christmas? Those words came straight from my heart! Sure, you thought they were for Lexi, but you are Lexi! Did you ever notice the way I looked at you? Did you notice that the first day you wore my clothes, I dropped the spatula in the eggs? That was because I was nervous as HECK to see you in my clothes because gosh you were wearing my clothes! And whenever you weren’t wearing a shirt, did ever stop and think why I always dropped whatever I was holding and then avoided looking at you, my face bright red? How could you NOT know I had a crush on you!?

“And how I didn’t fall for Cora. Ha! When I told her I didn’t feel the same way, she said, ‘Yeah, I kinda figured that out.’ And I was kind of shocked, and then she said, ‘I see the way you look at ‘em’. You see, she said ‘em in case any pasterby heard and were curious, if you know what I mean. And now that I think about it, I think Kassie might have been standing near you guys. It might have been some other girl, though. But just gonna say, if I was straight, I SO would have fallen for her. But I’m a straight as a circle.”

Alex laughs. “Yeah, okay, maybe I was really, really oblivious. But, you know what John?”

“What?” he asks.

Alex sighs, unable to believe what he’s about to say. “I can’t believe I’m actually saying this. But, when I first met you, when I first saw you, something in me changed. But the thing was, I still liked girls. So I thought, How is this possible? Well, I looked on Google, and learned about people that are bisexual. Well… I think that’s what I am. Someone that likes girls and boys. And it’s all because of you. All because I fell for you.”

John’s jaw drops and his eyes wide. Alex continues, “I’m not good at saying these kind of things, but… last night I wrote this.” He pulls out a folded piece of paper. “I’m gonna update everyone while you read that. We should be back in, like, an hour.” Alex pulls out his phone and begins text everyone, including Peggy, as John reads the letter.

Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it might be in my power, by action rather than words, to convince you that I love you. I shall only tell you that ’till you bade us Adieu, I hardly knew the value you had taught my heart to set upon you. Indeed, my friend, it was not well done. You know the opinion I entertain of mankind, and how much it is my desire to preserve myself free from particular attachments, and to keep my happiness independent on the caprice of others. You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent. But as you have done it and as we are generally indulgent to those we love, I shall not scruple to pardon the fraud you have committed, on condition that for my sake, if not for your own, you will always continue to merit the partiality, which you have so artfully instilled into me.

John puts his hand to his mouth as the depth of the words sink in. Does this mean…? He looks over at Alex, who just pressed the send button, and is now putting away his phone. He looks at John, and when he sees the expression on his face, he begins to blush a little bit.

“Wait a second… so you… feel the same?” John asks, daring not to wish, daring not to hope that all his dreams have come true.

Alex bites his lip before replying, “Um… yeah?” John gasps and puts his hand to his mouth, his eyes beginning to tear up out of joy.

Honestly, this is the most amazing Uber driver in the world.

Anyway, John’s eyes widen. “You have some explaining to do,” he says quietly.

Alex sighs. “Okay. So. I was in complete denial, for two reasons. One, I thought people would judge, and I also always say myself as someone that is straight. So when you came along, I wasn’t expecting that. Two, I thought you were straight. Like, really straight. So I was just really in denial. Oh, and by the way, you remember that story I told you about talking to Usnavi about Turtle Boy? Yeah, I told him I think I might be bi. That’s the part I had left out when I told the story.

“And then Eliza came along. She was absolutely wonderful, and I sort of forgot my little crush on you. But then you started talking about this ‘Lexi’, and I suddenly became… jealous. Now, I never would have admitted that, but I was. I was jealous of this Lexi that had stolen your heart. So I focused on Eliza.

“And then Maria! Wanna know why I was so mad? Same reason you were mad at me the other day. I was jealous. I was angry. I thought, How could he do this? Now, deep down, I knew that you would NEVER do such a thing. But, the irrational part of my mind thought the opposite.

“But then you comforted me during the storm. And suddenly my feelings for you resurfaced. But then Eliza and I had our first kiss, and it changed again. You see a pattern here? Then the incident with Maria, and that was just a mess. And it probably still will be a mess on Monday. Wait, Monday is tomorrow, so tomorrow. And… yeah, that’s my story.”

Alexander’s phone rings, and he answers it. “Hello Mrs. Laurens. Yes, you may talk to John.” He hands over the phone.

John takes it and says, “Um, hey, mom.”

He can tell she’s been crying when she says, “Thank goodness you’re safe! We’ve been so worried about you! Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine mom. But… um, what does dad think about my sexuality? I don’t want to come home and have him flaming with anger.” He bites his lip, preparing for the worst.

His mom sighs. “Your father… is having mixed emotions. He doesn’t really know what to think about it. I think you need to talk to him face to face.”

“Okay. Love you mom,” John says, becoming nervous.

“Oh, before you go, Laff and Herc want to say hi.”

Laff immediately comes on. “Nous sommes si heureux que vous soyez en sécurité mon ami! Tu ferais mieux de revenir bientôt, parce que ton père nous pose des questions, en particulier sur ma sexualité. Aidez nous!” he says in French.

“I did not understand a word of that,” John tells him.

Laff takes a deep breath and translates, “We are so happy that you are safe my friend! You better come back soon, because your father asks us questions, especially about my sexuality. Help us!”

John laughs. “You’ll be fine.”

Hercules takes the phone and shouts, “JOHN!” He holds the phone away from his ear before putting it back. “We were so worried! Don’t you ever, ever, scare us like that again, you hear?”

“I understand,” John says. “Gotta go now. Alex and I got some talking to do.”

“Okay, have fun!” Herc replies before hanging up.

John hands Alex his phone before saying, “So, to continue our previous conversation… I sort of understand where you’re coming from. And, I get it. I really do.”

Alex smiles and asks, “Are we good?”

John smiles back. “We’re good.”

Fifteen minutes later, they’re back at John’s house. As soon as they get out of the car, Henry and James throw open the door and run out toward their brother.

“JOHN!” they both yell, ramming into him. Next out the door is his mother, who has tears of joy on her face. The Uber drives away, and Alex watches the family reunite. Then Laff and Herc run outside and join the group.

The last one out the door is John’s dad, who, unlike the others, is walking. He walks up to the group, who disperse and leave an exposed John.

“Um. Hey, dad,” he says nervously.

Mr. Laurens takes a deep breath and pulls his son into a hug. As he’s holding him, he says, “I may not normally accept gay people, but for you, I can make an acception. I just want you to be happy, and if this is it, then… I can accept that.”

John pulls away and says, “Thanks dad.”

“But don’t you EVER run away again, alright young man?” he adds in a stern voice.

“I promise I won’t,” he answers.

“Alright, now let’s head inside. It’s cold out here,” Mrs. Laurens says, and everyone walks inside. Hercules and Lafayette’s parents are inside, and she announces, “I’m making hamburgers for everyone tonight, and if you want to help cook, you can.”

The Hamilsquad heads upstairs to John’s room so that they can talk some more. They all take their usual seats, and they’re quiet for a while.

Hercules breaks the silence by saying, “So. What is there to say?”

Lafayette answers, “Well, I think that Alex is the only straight one in this room right now.”

John and Alex exchange a look, and Laff catches it. “What is it?”

Alex bites his lip and says, “Um, I think I might be bi? But I don’t really know. I still need to try and figure that out. Um, could you let John and I talk alone for a bit?”

Lafayette turns to Herc and raises his eyebrows, a smile on his face. Hercules smiles back and replies, “Take all the time you need.” They leave, giggling like schoolgirls.

When the door is shut, Alex turns to John. “So. What comes next?”

John shrugs. “I really don’t know. Um, I guess I could show you my drawings?” Alex raises and eyebrow as he drags the box out of his closet. “These are just a bunch of fantasies, I never expect them to happen,” he clarifies, leafing through various drawings to find the least embarrassing ones. Basically, the ones that are just them sharing a sweet moment, looking at one another, or sharing a small kiss.

John sits next to Alex on the bed and hands him the papers, his face red. “These… um, these are a few of them.” Alex looks through them one by one,a dn ends up coming to the one he say John drawing in science one day, the one about John and Lexi. Now that he pays attention, the baggy sweater he thought was hiding Lexi’s curves are actually not baggy at all, but sweaters that show his real features. And the hair, he can see how it would be his hair.

“Oh, so that was me,” he murmurs, looking through some more. “John, these are absolutely amazing.”

John turns even more red. “You see this one? This one I drew way back in seventh grade, when I didn’t even know who you were. When I just saw you, and I thought, ‘Hey, he’s kinda cute. Let’s draw him’. As you can see, I have gotten way better at drawing since then. Oh, and here, this is drew in the car one day. That’s why the lines aren’t the prettiest. Oh, I almost forgot!” He pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and says, “I drew this yesterday, at the hotel I stayed at.”

It’s a simple drawing of Alex and John looking deep into each others eyes. “I think I’m gonna need to add some color, and maybe fix the ears because they look weird…” His voice trails off as he notices that Alex isn’t looking at the drawing, but at him.

Alexander’s eyes are looking into John’s, but his eyes wander down to his lips. John can see the look in his eyes, and it’s one he’s only dreamed of. Alex looks back up at John and leans closer.

About the author: THE-Fangirl

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