(Wow great title👌)

<John's POV>

I feel something warm against back. I snuggle into it, still being only half-awake. I open my eyes and see a pair of arms wrapped around me. I smile and close my eyes. It's so warm... I open my eyes again and notice the arms aren't clothed. I start to recall the events of last night, and I put the pieces together.

  Alexander is spooning me.

  Ohhhhh myyyyy godddd..... is this really happening? I look around and (I see hIM COME TO GET ME-) see the rose Alexander gave me... this was real.

  I start to freak out once I realize that I also, am not dressed. Did we...? No, I wouldn't. I look down and see my chest. Oh no... oh no oh no oh no. He must've seen my... Before I know it, I'm tearing up again. I wipe my eyes as I leave Alexander's warm arms. I put my binder on and start to get dressed.

  "Oh, you're awake!" Alex yawns, rubbing his eyes as he sits up. (This isn't important to the story at all, but they sleep on like... cots? Idk. They're small. So they were really snuggly and I just- *fangirling noises* Anyways...) He smiles as he gets out of bed. I avert my eyes, remembering he isn't dressed. "It's okay, I'm not naked." I glance at him, and see he's wearing boxers. Honestly, I though he looked hot in the suit, but... he looks better without it.

  "Uh... Jane? You alright there?" I tear my gave away and adjust my uniform. I guess I had been staring for a while. "Oh yeah, just zoned out." Is it bad that I'm such a good liar? "Well, we'd better head out, Ja-" I throw him a warning glance, and motion to my now waking up tentmate. (Roommate but with tents... idk) "...John." I smiled and left the tent, hoping Alexander would follow me, and not disturb Mark.

  As I walk around, I feel... uncomfortable. I excuse myself and go to the restroom. I look down, and I start to cry.

  I started my period.

  I hate my body. I hate me. Why was I born like this? I'm trapped in my own body, forced to go through things I shouldn't have to go through. I hate myself. I hate the way I look. I hate the parts between my legs and on my chest.

  I choke back sobs as I leave the restroom, going to get a pad from my tent.

  I enter, not expecting to see the scene in front of me.

  Alexander is standing in my tent, holding a basket of pads, tampons, chocolates, chips, and comfy pajamas.

  "What's.... who...why..... how did you know?" I am dumbfounded. How did he know?

  "There were b-bloodstains on the bed, and I want you to be comfortable. While you were in the restroom, I told Washington you were sick, and that I would take care of you." Alex smiled slightly, sitting down on the bed.

  I looked at him. I took in his features. His slick black hair, eyes like the galaxy... what's not to love? "I... thank you so much Alexander!" I ran and hugged him tightly. "Please John, call me Alex."

  I hugged him tight, not wanting to let go. This man has helped me so much in a couple months, doing what would've take others years, with a wink and a twinkle in his eye.

"Okay... Alex."

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OML THIS TOOK WAAAYYY TO LONG

Anyways, I'm tiiiiired.

Byyyyyyyyyeeeeeee!!!!!