John’s POV
I woke up to the sight of Alexander snoring beside me. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping; I wish he looked this peaceful more often. Throughout the course of me staying at the Washingtons’ house, I had become accustomed to Alexander waking up in the middle of the night because of nightmares. He always brushed it off, telling me to not worry about him. I wish it was that easy.
I worry about that boy so much and I don’t think he realizes how much I actually care. If he asked me to be his boyfriend I would accept immediately. I plan to ask him out by the end of the day if he doesn’t beat me to it.
Instead of trapping myself in my thoughts, I focused my attention back on Alex. I smiled and pushed a strand of hair behind his ear. Sighing softly, I turned away and looked at the ceiling. It’s the weekend so I have a lot of time to kill. I made the decision of going on a walk to pass some time and reflect.
When I dragged myself out of the bed, I snuck out of Alex's room and slipped through the front door undetected. Most of his family was asleep, making it much easier to sneak out. Sure, it was really early in the morning, but my racing thoughts kept my mind awake.
Throughout the duration of my walk, I felt uneasy and slightly paranoid. I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched. Of course, I brushed it off and continued walking around the neighborhood. Throughout the time period I have been staring with Alex and the Washingtons, I didn't really leave unless I needed to go to school. I don't know why, but I was just terrified of leaving.
I'm not sure if it was the risk of encountering my father or the recent feeling of paranoia that has been keeping me inside; either way it was enough to keep me from exploring the neighborhood. I'm sure it's nothing though, it's probably just the trauma from getting kicked out. It isn't anything I can't handle though, it has been a few weeks since that incident.
After what seemed like an hour or two of walking around, I finally made my way back to Alexander's house. I quietly opened the door and slid through the entrance, the scent of cinnamon and coffee flooded my senses the second I got inside.
I inhaled slowly then finished closing the door behind me. I wandered into the kitchen and was met with the sight of Mrs. Washington making breakfast. I smiled slightly, my mother used to do this before I was kicked out. Man, I miss her so much. It wasn't long after I walked into the room when she noticed me. The second her eyes landed on me, her eyes lit up with shock and a bright smile found its way to her face.
"Oh, hi John! Did you sleep well?" She questioned, tilting her head in the slightest.
"I did, thank you Mrs. Washington. Did you sleep well?" I returned politely, a smile finding its way to my face.
"Oh, you can just call me Martha, dear," she started, pointing at the chair by the counter, "sit, I want to talk with you."
I was quite nervous after she said this, my own heartbeat increasing in speed. I didn't exactly know what she wanted to talk to me about, but I hoped it wasn't anything I did wrong. I did as she asked, sitting down at the stool on the edge of the counter.
"So," she began, my heart continued to race, "I see that you like my son. You're a good kid and I can see how much he likes you as well. Just treat him well, I wouldn't like to see him heartbroken over someone he dated in high school. Alright?"
I nodded quickly, my nervousness dying down a lot. "Yes, of course. I don't plan on hurting him in any way," I assured, offering her a weak smile. It seemed to be good enough because she nodded and went back to what she was doing before.
Alex's POV
I woke up to the lack of body heat and feeling of emptiness beside me. It was something I had been accustomed to before John had moved in with us. That was a distant memory though, now that sensation caused my heart to race.
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I knew nothing was wrong. I knew that John had just woken up before me and went on with his life. It didn't change the sinking feeling in my chest as my breathing faltered. I shot up and looked around, searching for some sign that John was still in the house.
That's when it flooded my senses; the sweet smell of cinnamon and maple syrup was now the only thing I was focused on. I slowly got out of bed and wandered to the kitchen. I caught sight of Mrs. Washington and John talking while John is eating what appears to be french toast. Sweet, I love french toast.
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I suppose I can do a small time skip now
After breakfast John and I went back to my room. John had situated himself on the edge of my bed while I had sat myself on the top of my bed. My back was pressed against the wall and I had my legs crossed. The sound of music that John had insisted on playing could be heard in the background.
That's one thing I noticed about John. He really wasn't the type of person to enjoy silence. Of course, neither was I, so I had no room to talk. Unlike him, short bursts of silence didn't bother me. Even though it seemed to bother him, he didn't attempt to engage in any form of conversation.
A few more seconds of agonizing silence washed over the two of us until I shattered. I looked up at him, desperate for something to say. He seemed to notice that I was watching him because he looked at me shortly after, tilting his head in confusion.
I offered him a reassuring smile and patted the spot next to me. "You know you don't need to sit at the edge of the bed. Sit wherever you'd like."
"Okay, Alex." He responded, smiling softly and crawling over to the spot I patted down.
I decided to turn the TV on and both of us focused on the screen. As time passed, I got closer to him, his arm finding his way across my shoulders eventually.
John's POV
Holy shit. Holy shit. I actually can't believe that I'm sitting next to Alex alone and not being awkward. I'm trying my best to focus on the screen but can't help but glance at him every so often. My arm is casually draped around his shoulder, but I can't help but feel my heart racing in my chest.
We stayed in a blissful silence until the episode ended. I looked at him and then sighed, gaining his attention. He looked at me in confusion and raised his eyebrows. I just smiled and pecked his lips gently.
"Did I ever tell you that you look absolutely adorable today?" I asked, receiving a light blush from him. He shook his head slowly and I chuckled, "I'm not lying."
"Oh shut up, have you seen yourself?" He responded, clearly flustered.
"Yes, I have. No matter what I look like, I will never be as attractive as you are. Embrace it."
With that I kissed his cheek gently and laid my head in his lap, looking up at him. He looked down at me and I smiled sweetly. I let my mind wander mindlessly for a few more minutes before Alexander spoke up again.
"Hey, I have a question." He said quietly, looking at me with an almost nervous expression.
"What's up?"
"Will you be my boyfriend?"
I smiled and nodded, "Yes, of course."
He smiled at this and nodded, sitting in silence for a little longer. That's when he asked another question.
"What do you think our song would be?" He began to mindlessly mess with my hair.
"Um, I'm not sure, what do you think it would be?"
Alex's POV
That question spiraled me into deep thought. What would our song be? Well, when I think of John I think of a lot of things. I think of the way that the sun highlights his freckles and how his curls perfectly frame his face. Along with this I also think of the way he smells slightly of flowers and the remnants of sandalwood.
To say that I love John is an understatement. If anything, I'd say I absolutely love and adore him with almost every fiber of my existence. This feeling has only grown since he moved in with us. I don't know if it's obvious to him, but I try to make it that way.
"I'd say it's You Are My Sunshine. I don't know, what do you think?" I finally said after a considerable length of silence.
John looked up at me and smiled, "I can see it. That's actually really sweet, it's cute." He teased, smiling his adorable smile and booping my nose.
I rolled my eyes at this and pushed his hand away playfully. He seemed to take offense to this because he put his hand to his chest and scoffed.
"My heart, how dare you." He teases, I just chuckled and shook my head.
"Dork."
"No, that's all you."
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"No!"
"Yes! Just face it."
"Ugh, fine. Happy?"
"Incredibly."
John sat up and faced me, kissing me gently. I closed my eyes and returned the kiss, feeling him smile against my lips. At that I chuckled slightly, brushing my fingers against his face. He shivered in response to this and pulled away, looking at me in admiration.
John's POV (I'm really on fire with this POV changing today)
I tucked a strand of hair behind Alexander's ear and smiled. "I'm going to go to the gas station to get some stuff, do you want anything?"
"Yeah, can you get me a Dr. Pepper?"
"Yes, of course, love." I responded, his smile brightened at the nickname. I'll be sure to call him that more often.
"Don't be long."
"I'll be back before you know I'm gone. Don't worry." I assured, smiling softly and slipping off of his bed.
With that I walked out the door, nearing the front door of the Washington residence. Once I got to the front door and got outside, I shoved my hands in my pockets and hummed contently and began my walk to the gas station.
The walk to the gas station wasn't far and the weather was fairly nice today. Though the sound of the environment around me was calming, I couldn't help but feel an inch of paranoia. I don't really know why though, there wasn't anyone remotely alerting around me.
This feeling never died down as I approached the gas station. If anything, it only grew worse. When I entered the gas station, I felt as if someone's eyes were on me the entire time I was shopping.
Since this was the case, I quickly grabbed a few snacks and the Dr. Pepper Alex wanted me to get. After I went up to the counter and paid, I swiftly exited the building and began my walk back to the house. Not long after I began walking, I could hear the faint sound of footsteps behind me.
The last thing I remember after that was blacking out.
Word Count:1968
A/N: Along with the fact that this chapter is kind of but not really on "schedule", I stayed up super late finishing this chapter that I have been trying to write for weeks. I normally write everything in one go, but I was trying to make sure this was good enough. Anyways, buckle up for the loads of angst and I'll do my best to be better about updating. -noturobedientservant
