To let everyone know this is not entirely historically accurate but the idea was based in an Instagram post with facts about John. I hope you enjoy!! Please let me know if there are any mistakes because I wrote this around 11 on a phone.
Trigger warning: homophobia

Third person
"John wait up," Alexander called out to the taller boy. John turned around see his friend. His eyes grew large and started to shake.

"Alexander I-" he began but was interpreted by the redhead looking up at him.

"Why were you ignoring me?" He asked with one eyebrow raised. John looked at the floor not wanting any eye contact at all.

"I don't know what you are talking about," he muttered before turning around to start heading back to his tent. Before he could take a steps the smaller boy grabbed him by the arm. "Alexander please I need to go back. I can't hang around you I'm sick."

"No Jack, first you need to tell me why you were acting all weird for the past week." Alexander's eyes grew with concern while John's grew with frustration. "Laf said you stopped talking to people and were engaging in very dangerous battles. Even Washington is worried about you."

"Alexander I already told you I'm sick." John pushed Hamilton of him and glared at him. Alex raised an eye brow clearly not believing him. "Alexander if we are going to talk about this,  can we at least do this in private?". Alexander realised John looking around as if everyone was listening to their conversation. John never cared what people thought of him. Why is he acting so different?

Alexander sighed but respected his wishes. He pulled John into their tent noticing the slight flinch when he touched him. His concern for him grew as he watched his beloved friend nervously playing with beautiful blonde hair . "John," Alexander spoke softly, "Please tell me what's wrong. I want to help you."

Alexander could see the pain in his friends eyes through his fringe. "Alexander I don't know what to say. I already told you I'm sick ."

Alex felt him blood boil. "John you are not sick! I have seen sick when my mother .." he gulped. He could never finish that sentence.

John was full of guilt. He never meant for Alexander to relive those horrible memories. He hesitantly sat beside him putting his hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I didn't meant to cause you any-"

He was silenced by a Alexander putting a finger in his lips signalling him to stop talking. "No I'm sorry I shouldn't snapped at you." He gave him a warm smile. "You said you were sick? I don't understand you seem fine."

John looked down then back at Alex. He wasn't sure if he should tell him. Can he trust Alexander? Will he understand? More questions seemed to appear in his mind. He didn't know how to answer any of then. He took a shaky breath. "My mind. There is something wrong with my head." Alex raised an eyebrow wanting him to explanation on what he said. "Alexander I think I might be a homosexual. I told my father before I've never really fancied any girl. He assumed I was just a late bloomer. But when I told him I had a strange feelings  for guys he rushed me into the church." John looked down again. He couldn't stand to see his friends reaction.  "He told me that I was a sinner. A mistake. He thought I could be cured though."

"John you are not-"

"I'm going to get married."

"Wait what!" He looked at John as if he was crazy. He just told him that he might be homosexual why is he getting married to a woman.

"Alexander I thought you would be happy for me," his eyes grew with confusion. "Once I do this I can finally hang out with everyone again."

"John I don't understand. What do you mean?"

"Once I get married I'll be cured and I don't have to worry about affecting you with my illness again," There was a bounce to his voice as if he was happy but if you listened closely you can hear a trapped boy.

Alexander realised something. John wasn't ignoring him because he hated him. It was because he truly believed that being gay was contagious. He was scared of hurting him. "John being a homosexual isn't contagious."

"But my father said-"

"Forget your father he's a dick." A small chuckle escaped from John's moth but it was slowly replaced with a frown. Alexander gently cupped his cheek which made John look in to his violet eyes. "Jack, from the moment I saw you I knew that I fallen in love with you," John let out a small gasp probably thinking that he was the reason why Alexander felt those feelings. " John this isn't your fault you understand." He tilted John's head up so his eyes can be met with his. "John you are not a sickness, not a mistake and I love you."

John looked at his friends no his lover and tears threatened to fall. He put his arms around Alex's and pulled him in a warm embrace.

"I love you too."