John Pov
I groaned, grabbing my head.
The fuck..?

My eyes slowly adjusted and I found myself on the couch, and a few cans of beer on the coffee table. I looked down and saw Alex lying on my chest, loosely wrapped around me.

I felt the tips of my ears get warm.

Seeing him asleep is a surely a strange sight. He seemed almost blameless for the actions of which he had committed nearly every week.

One thing stood out the most.

Quiet.

He must've gotten blackout drunk otherwise he wouldn't be sleeping. He is such a lightweight that it surprises me from time to time. The one time he seems genuinely relaxed. Alex looked peaceful despite the bruises on his face faintly resembling fists.

I sighed, closing my eyes while I rubbed Alex's back subconsciously.
He groaned, squirming a bit.

"Shut up," I muttered.
"My head hurts." He said groggily.

"Oh really?" I asked, quite obviously sarcastic.

He glared at me, and dropped his head back on my chest. I rolled my eyes, tracing his shoulder blades through his shirt. Alex sighed softly, seemingly too tired to do anything.

"Please tell me we don't have class tomorrow." He mumbled.

"We do not have class tomorrow,"
I hummed.

"Oh thank god."
He muttered.

I snickered.
"Lightweight,"

He gasped and hit my chest lightly.
"I am not a lightweight!" He exclaimed.

"I hate to break it to you pal..but-"

"Don't finish that sentence you southern motherfucker." He hissed, though there was a playful tone in his voice.

I sighed, both of us quiet.
I propped myself up on my elbows and said, "Off. I gotta get up."

He groaned and muttered something that resembled the word, "No!"

"I'll get you water." I told him.
He flicked my chest, saying something though it was muffled and therefore, not understandable.

"We can go to my room, just lemme get up." He sighed, sitting up.

"Thank you," I hummed, hopping to my feet and going to the kitchen.

I got cups and started to fill them with water, glancing to Alex. He sat on the couch, rubbing his head.

"Lightweight." I muttered, shaking my head.

"Come 'ere," I said, walking to my room.

Alex groaned, stumbling off the couch. "Jeez Hamilton," I said, rolling my eyes.

"I'm clumsy, I know."
He said.

"You're an adult," I said, sitting down on my bed as he closed the door. Alex shrugged.

"I'm still an undergrad. I think. I don't fuckin' know anymore. I'm graduating soon." He said, slightly rambling.

"We're both undergrads Alex."
I told him, handing him water.

He sighed, sitting down next to me. "I'm fucking insane." He said.

"Believe me, I know." I muttered.

He sighed softly, looking to me.

"I can't seem to find flaw in you Laurens. Fighting, studying, drunk or sober. None of which seem to give any sign of misdeed or mistake." Alex said, taking a drink of his water.

"What the hell are you saying Alex?"
I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm saying..
I really like you Laur."
He told me.

"..Thanks?"

"Oh my god do I need to fucking spell it out for you Laur?" He asked, exasperated.

"Of course you like me Alex, you live with me. I'm your best friend. Hell, maybe your only friend if we aren't counting Laf." I said.

"You're so oblivious it scares me."
Alex muttered.

I furrowed my eyebrows.
He stared at me with slight anger in his eyes and I sat there with 'confused' written on my forehead.

After a few minutes, realization hit me.

"Oh. Oh, you..you like me."
I said, raising my eyebrows.

"And to think I called you a genius not ironically." Alex muttered.

"Well that's good I guess." I said. "What?" Alex asked, rubbing his head.

Okay, so there's two options here.
Push him away, which I do most of the time when anyone really tries to get close to me or I could confess my oh so great undying love for him.

That last bit was sarcasm.
It's not great. It's anything but if I'm being honest.

"Are you going to say something or..?" Alex trailed off.

"I uh...
for fucks sake Alex."
I muttered, rubbing my eyes in exasperation.

I glanced to him, he stared at his feet, his jaw clenched.

"I shouldn't have said anything. Sorry," He said, getting up.

I gave a slight nod, muttering,
"Yeah."

"Just..come talk to me if you..want to say anything I guess." Alex said, then he left my room, closing the door.

What the fuck is wrong with me?
Why didn't I say anything to him that was remotely helpful?

I got up, rubbing my eyes. I sat down at my desk. I don't want to think about it.

Why can't I just fucking die?

I grabbed my earbuds, and pencil. I started drawing in my sketchbook, wishing that I had said something.

Wishing I was never born.

~•~•~•~

Aye.
Anyway, I hit 200 followers a little while back but I forgot to do stuff for it.

I think I'm going to do some sort of celebration thing every time I hit 200, 300, 400.. you know.
When I hit 100, I did a Q&A.

And since I'm an uncreative little bitch, Imma do the same thing.

So leave questions and I'll answer them in the next chapter.

And I also drew Alex.
Again.

And look at that hand.
I'm proud.