Washindads POV

I watch them. Those broken boys. Picking up their shattered pieces, and filling each others hearts. Even though Maria and James technically won cutest couple, being teacher yearbook supervisor does have some perks. I snap a photo as they exchange looks in the hallway.

I know them. My son and his lover "don't call me son!" Alexander teases,hugging me before running through the carnival gates, hand held by John. I slowly follow them in. Martha giggles, and I snap a photo as Alex kisses John in the line to the ferris wheel.

I ship them. Since that day I saw John doing what was previously thought impossible, calming Alex during a storm I've shipped them. I have photos of them cuddling as they sleep. I sound like a teen on the internet. I guess that is what I am at heart.

Yet why am I upset? Why are you upset?) As I watch John pull Alex into a loving embrace I cry inside. Even as I feel pride. "We're in! Dormmates" I'll miss John's overexcited voice, he has become as much as a son to me as Alex. "We're going to Kings College!!!!!" Slowly, I take out my camera. *Flash* another memory.

A/N

Hi friends!!! Sooooo do you want this book to be through Washington or Alternating between John and Alex's POV(s)? Comment.

This sucks but I like it.

I got this idea from in the comments of the book helpless someone said what if Washington kept a wedding photo album, for them.

And my angst loving brain had a lovely tear jerking idea

I'm sorry-