Prophecy ~ Lams (COMPLETED)

Chapter 32: Pillow Talk

Have this bouquet of flowers I made as an apology for not updating. This story is gonna be FINISHED! For once in my life I will finish a long story. It's like 30,000 words like what in the actual-

Also, new lams fanfic collab with the fabulous AriReeneh5 coming your way soon! I'm excited, are you?

This is just a whole lot of lams, and no the title does not hint at kinky shit

Ya'll have no idea what's coming *cries in already writing the last chapter*

My school is going back full time starting this week and onward so updates might be slower

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ALEX POV

This potion knew things about me. It smelled like ink, Caribbean breeze, and the body lotion that John always used. I already know I'm in love with him, I don't need more conformation.

John quickly corked the potion again, and the nice smells were gone.

"Why would my father need a love potion? Well, besides the fact that there's no one out there who loves him." He flipped it over and back again before placing it back in the box. He took out the stack of photos and started to rifle through them.

"Good burn, John. Good burn."

"Thanks. I have no idea who most of these people are, but this one's with me and my whole family... before everything."

He handed me the 6" by 4" photograph of four people smiling at the camera, laughing and talking inaudibly with one another. John looked like who I guessed was his mother, both with curly brown hair, freckles, and hazel eyes. His dad and the older girl who sat beside him had common features. John had never mentioned anyone but his dad and mom.

"Who's that?"

"That is my sister. Martha."

I didn't know he had a sister.

"She disappeared. Last year. My dad sent her, well, here, and she never came back. But now that I think about it..."

He closed his eyes.

"It was probably on purpose."

"We have to show Maria this. We should go and get her so that we can decode it now." I went to get up, way to excited to remember how late it was.

"Alex, it's probably like 11. No one else is awake, and we have classes tomorrow," John exclaimed, causing the sense to knock back into me.

"Oh yeah, kinda forgot about that for a second."

John snorted and I went to sit back down. He put all of the stuff in the evidence bin, putting his dad's now empty box aside.

"What, you don't want to poke your finger with a tack again?" I teased.

"I'm good," He responded.

"Should we perhaps go back to our dorms?"

"I would, but I'm feeling to lazy to move right now." He arranged some cushions around so they made a line, and then took his curly hair out of a ponytail. It cascaded around his shoulders and started making me feel all of those strange sensations again. Every time his hair was down I would get those feelings.

Must. Avert. Eyes.

"Y-you're gonna sleep here? Don't we already spend enough time in here as it is?"

"yeah. It's nice in here, no snoring." He shrugged and laid down on the pillow, resting his arms behind his head. There was and awkward silence. Well, at least for me.