I wasn't going to have one, but I have no other ideas so here you go.

CRASH

BANG

I wake up in a sudden jolt as the wind picks up outside and thunder cracks. I whimper lightly, trying not to wake John up. It was normal for it to rain here, but it didn't mean it stopped scaring me.

The room lights up as another boom could be heard and this time it wakes up John. He looks around, still looking half asleep. "Huh? What's going on?" He asks, groggily.

I try to tell him to go back to sleep, but I find that I can't move at all.

Ah shit..

John looks at me and his eyes widen as he looks at me. "Alex? What's wrong?" He asks suddenly, looking very concerned.

I was shaking violently and he finally wraps his arms around me, although I still couldn't move. He rubs my back patiently as he attempts to quiet me down and whisper sweet nothings to me.

It wasn't until now that I realized I was crying, and I probably look like a baby crying over a stupid storm. I continue to shake as light floods the room once again, followed soon after by the loud sound known as thunder. It's then I'm finally able to move as I bury my face into John's chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Hey, hey, it's okay...I'm here, Alex. I'm not going anywhere, I promise." He held me closer. "I love you, I'm not leaving."

I just continue to cry into his chest as he comforts me and eventually, I feel myself falling back into a light sleep.

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"Alex, Alex..."

I groan and swat away whoever was shaking me, and when I hit them, they chuckle.

"Alex, come on, it's time to get up."

"Mm...5 more minutes.." I say as I clutch onto my pillow.

There's then a loud thud as I feel instant pressure on my back. I groan and open my eyes to see John with an innocent smile standing above me. "Morning, sleepyhead."

I glare at him. "Did you just push me off the couch?" I ask, crossing my arms.

He shrugs. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Either way, it's time to wake up. It's lunchtime."

I sigh dramatically and reach my hands up so he can help me. I stand and he brings me over to the table to present two plates of grilled cheese sitting on the table. I raise an eyebrow but sit down and start eating the sandwich.

There was a silence that fell over the both of us for around five minutes, and I'm not really sure what for. Is he embarrassed that I bawled like a baby over a stupid storm last night? Maybe he thinks I'm weak now and doesn't want to bring it up...Maybe I should tell him? I mean, he already knows about my past-

"It's because of the hurricane, right?" John asks, interrupting my thoughts.

I look up at him, a bit shocked from the suddenness of his question. "I'm sorry, if you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to. It's just...I figured the thing about the storm yesterday was because of the hurricane, right?"

I sigh and nod. "Yes...I know, it's stupid it was literally six years ago, I just-"

"It's not stupid." He says. "It's perfectly normal, trust me."

I nod, unsure of how to respond to it. Instead, I just take another bite of my sandwich. He does the same and then sets his food down, looking up at me.

"Have you gone to therapy, Alex?" He asks.

I blush lightly, knowing he'd be disappointed by my answer. "Uh...No."

He sighs. "Alex, you've lost a lot more than normal people. I think you may need some therapy..."

I shake my head. "I don't like therapy. It's a bit...I dunno, depressing."

"Well, not really." John shrugs. "Please will you get into some therapy?" He asks.

"Well, what about you? You've been through quite a bit and you still flinch every time I bring my hand anywhere near your face." I point out, trying to direct the conversation away from me.

He bites his lip and looks down. "I mean, not really..." He then looks up at me. "How about this. I'll get therapy if you get therapy? We could even do it together if you wanted to.."

I look anywhere but his eyes, but I know he's looking at me with his dumb pleading look. It gets me every time, and he knows it. But do I really need therapy? I mean, come on, there are people who have it way worse than me. I feel like I'm just complaining about stupid stuff. I finally make eye contact with him and he smiles slightly at me and I sigh, knowing how bad he wants this.

"Okay, fine. We'll both do therapy. I think maybe starting off, though, we should do separate. We both have our own issues to deal with." I point out and he nods, smiling slightly.

"Good. We'll set it up after lunch." He then continues to eat his sandwich.

I look down at my plate and poke at my sandwich in front of me.

"John, why do you want me to get therapy so badly? Because of a little fear of storms?"

He shakes his head and holds my hand, allowing for me to look up at him. "I never want to see you in pain again, Alex."

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A/N
Yep, a short chapter. Sorry!