The Pretty List ~ A Lams AU

✨4 ~ Monarchy✨

i would like to say at this point any fan art u see (technically it's official art but) was dated at the time of writing it so yeah

Alex's POV

"Can you pass me those scissors?... HEY WAIT, DO NOT THROW THEM!"

John sighs, but not like he's pissed, and hops off my table and passes me my scissors. He's currently sitting on my kitchen table, watching me pack up boxes. He's not even helping. "Can you not even cut tape without scissors?"

"I am not using my teeth." I glace up warily at him. "What's even the point of you being here?"

"What sort of a boyfriend would I be if I didn't help you move?" He smirks, putting extra emphasis on the word boyfriend is such a way that I squirmed and pull a disgusted face. "C'mon now, this is fake, all of it is fake, and its all just publicity. Everything in this is just publicity. You do things so other people know you're doing it. That's the way the world works sunshine." He leans back slightly and I roll my eyes, picking up the box and taking it out to the van, ignoring the teasing about my height that followed.

"Can you like not be such a dick, for a minute?" I mutter.

Unfortunately, John did end up publicly confirming our relationship, and covering Francis's death, saying he died of natural causes a few weeks ago but didn't want to say anything. I must say, he's slick. He also won't say whether he did or did not kill Francis.

Though I can almost guarantee he did. He seems so shifty and untrustworthy.

"Hey where's your cat?" He asks and I smirk.

"So that's the reason you came over?"

"No!" He exclaims, but blushes ever so slightly, so small you would hardly notice it, red tint around the ears. I feel like he has all his emotions under his control, everything he does is acting, so if he does show emotion you have to wonder whether it's genuine. "Do you even know how many people are standing outside my house?"

"I think she's on my bed. She needs to go in a cat carrier, you can do that." I grin, knowing full well I gave him the worst job. Socks will be feral to him, it's gonna be great.

He wanders down the hall and disappears into my room.

I sigh and walk outside into the hall. I live on the bottom floor, which is how I have a cat. She would go mental is she wasn't allowed outside.

"My my Alex, big day huh?" A voice says from above and I tilt my head to look at it.

I catch Sam's playful smile and hum in response.

"I didn't think you had it in you to pull someone like that, that's for sure." He smirks.

I shrug, "Yeah well, what can I say."

He looks me up and down, in an embarrassingly scrutinising way, that made me shiver slightly, and he winks at me. It took me a few seconds but I blush profusely and rush to deny whatever he was thinking, he he had already gone inside. I scowl.

"Now that's an ugly face, stay still so I can get a picture." John laughs and I glance at him, Socks curled up in his arms.

What?! How is she being so friendly?! Oh god Socks, cmon. I gesture towards her before sighing hopelessly and pointing out "You can't carry her for the car journey, she needs to go in her carrier."

"Oh I tried, she won't."

"Make her."

"But she's so friendly!"

"Friendly is one word for it." I mutter and he walks off again, returning only a few seconds later with the carrier. I'm surprised by how little effort that seemed to take, I can't believe my own cat likes him more that I do.