September 12th 2016

TIME SKIP BECAUSE IM LAZY

Alex's POV:

Shit. Today is the first day of classes.
Spending this last week with John has been amazing, since we haven't had anything to do to before classes started. We'd spent a lot of our time together, and even managed to finish the whole first season of 'Breaking Bad', and start the next one.

Also, I met the Schuyler sisters: Angelica, Eliza and Peggy, and I got the chance to meet Tobillo. I honestly think that John prefers that turtle over any of his friends, the love he has for that thing is mad.

Our main spot for hanging out together is between our beds, we've even gone as far as putting a box there to store comfy blankets and pillows there for our late night Netflix binge sessions.
A few times in this week we've fallen asleep there, slumped against each other and woken up there the next morning. I'll admit, I don't mind the crick in my neck the following morning since I get to see John asleep on my lap. I don't wake him up, I rather just sit there patiently, watching him softly sleep until his hazel eyes opened and I see him smile.

God, when he smiles, I fall apart. I've definitely fallen for this boy, and I'm not planning on getting up.

When he wakes up either against me, in my lap or on the floor nearby, he'll catch me glancing over at him, blush and cover his redness with a blanket. He leaves me feeling helpless, but it's too early in our friendship to tell him any of my feelings.

I glance up at the time. 6:43. My first class is at 7:15, and I know that John has the same one, so I should probably wake him up soon. My eyes wander over to John as I rise from my bed to wake him up and I see how peaceful he looks and my heart melts knowing that I'd have to wake him.

I wish I could take a photo of him like this, but knowing my luck, he'd probably wake up as I was about to take it, or the flash would come on, or the shutter noise would sound really loudly.

Fuck it.

I quietly pace back over to my bed and unplug my phone from the charger. I check the switch on the side to make sure it's on silent, I turn down my volume and I turn off the flash. You can never be too safe.
My heart beats slightly faster in my chest as I snap a picture with shaky hands, look at it quickly, sigh with contentment and proceed to chuck my phone back onto my bed. When I turn back to John, I put on a neutral face and start to shake him awake.
"Morning John, you need to get up. Our first class is in like, 30 minutes."
The only response I get from him is a small grunt, letting me know he's acknowledged what I've said. Good enough. I turn to the kitchen to make John and I some breakfast for when he wakes up, when he grabs my wrist.
"Morning Lex." He says, his eyes still half shut and his messy hair half loose from the band tied around it.
I can't help but chuckle for a second, but still turn back to the kitchen, hoping it will disguise my blush from when he called me Lex, which he never usually does.
The place where he grabbed my wrist is warm from his touch and sent shivers up my spine. Also, his morning voice is nothing short of perfect; it's deeper than usual, with a hint of tiredness for the first few sentences he speaks, and his southern accent is more prominent. All of this combined makes my heart flutter, because, dang. I've fallen for him. Hard.

John's POV:

I awoke to Alex's small, gentle hands shaking me awake and his delicate voice saying "Morning John, you need to get up. Our first class is in like, 30 minutes."

Great. Classes start today. I was hoping that life could go on just as it had been in this last week, with Alex and I constantly together. We'd go everywhere together, I took him to meet the Schuyler sisters (and Tobillo) and we'd gone to the cinema with Herc and Laf, we facetimed his friend, Aaron, we even went to the store together (which we were promptly kicked out of for messing it up.) Everyday in this past week, my desire for him has been growing stronger. I can't help my feelings sometimes, he's made me forget how to just be fine and cool and chill.
Alex has an effect on me that I can't explain. He makes my heart beat faster and gives me a bubbling feeling inside my body. His smile could light up the world if the sun died out. His voice is smooth and never wavers, he speaks with a confidence that anyone else could only wish to have.

I slugged out a small grunt through my desire to sleep, just to let him know I was awake, and he starts to walk away. Instead of letting him leave, I instinctively grab his wrist, causing him to turn back around and blush slightly. I smirk to myself, let's have fun with this. "Morning Lex." I give him a new nickname, which I'm sure will make him more aware of my feelings. He smiles down at me and I let my grip on his wrist go limp so that he can continue his trip to the kitchen, along which I see him touch his wrist where I did. Perhaps he has similar feelings to me? Probably not, but I still can't hide mine too well, it's too late to try that, I've already fallen for him.

---time skip---

Alex's POV:

After we'd eaten breakfast (lucky charms) and both had quick showers, we headed out to our first class, which we had together, History. I've heard really good things about our teacher for this class, and I'm sure they're all true, he is head of the school after all.

We rushed into the room just as the clock got to 7:14, one minute early. John and I sat down next to each other, with him to my right side, and I hear a voice to the left of me that makes me freeze in my seat. No way. Not this again.

I slowly turn my head to the left and see exactly who I was expecting. Thomas. Fucking. Jefferson. I have to resist the temptation to slam my head against my desk, I don't want him to notice me or know that I've noticed him. I turn back to John and open my mouth to speak, when my words are interrupted by a loud gasp from Jefferson "Help! There's a gremlin in the room." He loudly sneers, pointing at me, hoping to cause people to laugh, which nobody does. They all briefly look over in our direction, then focus their attention back to their original conversations. John and I look over to Thomas with smug expressions on our faces as he folds his arms and directs his vision to the door where we see our teacher, Mr Washington walk in-
"Good morning, students, welcome to your first class of the school year, and good luck." He says warmly, flicking his eyes around the room.

Luckily, I manage to tolerate Jefferson throughout History, and I don't kill him. My notes are written more angrily though, every word he spoke would make me grit my teeth and make my writing spike more. He pisses me off to no end, but John always looked at me with kind eyes, which seemed to balance out the issues I was having in my mind. The rest of the day drags on since I had no other classes with John, but that just made me more excited to see him at the end of the day. Since he told me he has a few hours of art today, I'm really excited to see what he's done.

Ever since he drew the picture of me, he's shown me more of his art and it is amazing. All of his pieces have so much care put into them, you can see every intricate detail that he puts into every piece. Also, he is amazing with pretty much any media, but in my opinion, and his too, his best work is in pencil.

When I got out of my last class, I headed down to the campus coffee shop and grabbed a large black coffee for me and a caramel frap for John and waited outside of John's art room since his class ended 20 minutes after mine.
I never understood the whole frappucino thing, it seems like one of the generic 'tumblr girl' things, but John likes them, and I like John, so I don't really have an issue with them.

Wait- did I just admit that I like John? I've already done this too many times today, I just can't help my mind from going to him. He's invading my thoughts, heck, he even interrupted my daily coffee trip and I bought him a drink. He probably only likes me platonically, who could really like a guy like me. Whatever, Alex, just suck it up and drink your coffee. Talk less, smile more. Just like Aaron always says.

I walk over to the trash can and chuck my empty cup in it, and see that John's lesson is over and people are starting to leave the room. My face instantly lights up with a grin and I see John reciprocate the same expression when he sees me. I walk over to him and hand him the drink-
"Hey John, here's a drink, can I see your art?" I plead, tugging slightly on his sleeve. He laughs at me in response, takes the drink and says-
"Yeah sure, when we get back to the dorm." I groan in response and pull him quickly to our room. What can I say, the boys got skill, and I love it.

He follows me to our beds and sits down in between them and pulls out his work from today. It's amazing. It's a watercolour painting of him surrounded by music notes and neat, cursive writing quoting several songs. I gasp when I first see it because of how great it is. He looks up at me hopefully.
"Do you like it?"
"Like it? It's incredible!" I respond, almost lost for words, which is something that never happens.
"Maybe I'll do you next." John says casually, causing me to blush because of the connotations. He notices this and face-palms. "Agh, shit, I didn't mean like that man, don't be gross."

We laugh it off and continue to talk all night about our days, since neither of us had any homework to do. We end up going to bed a little later than we should do, but like usual, neither of us really seem to mind that much since we were both enjoying each others company.

9th July 2017