The Pretty List ~ A Lams AU

✨33 ~ Ah Yes, Its All Coming Together Now✨

hahaha, fanart. again. i like i actually, it's weird. also, shading style went up by like 30000000 tbh. also yes, john's ears are bright  pink which means yes, he's blushing at his bf. and yes, that's maria, angelica, john, alex, peggy, eliza, sam, king and lee. short hair maria supremacy. took my 19 hours??? also like, no commenting on how much they look like the actors, bc they're technically ocs so (future me - they look like kids but oh well)

Alex's POV

I open my eyes to the bright morning light, hissing in pain and going to throw my arm across my face so I can go back to sleep, but I find that I'm entangled in John's arms.

Instead of pulling away like I normally would, or become slightly uncomfortable, I press closer to him.

It takes me a few seconds to open my eyes, squinting.

John has got to get new curtains.

But when I do finally wake up, I find that John is already awake, and looking at me, a small smile on his face.

A blush can't help but creep to my cheeks, and I look away.

"Oh... Good morning," I whisper, slightly caught off guard.

He smiles and laughs under his breath, reaching forward and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Good morning."

Smiling back at him, I rest my head on his shoulder, and shut my eyes again, taking a deep breath.

I felt content for some reason. For once in my life I felt truly content, nothing behind it. Even though I had royally fucked up, even though we weren't in the best place right now, I felt happy. And it was a feeling I want to last.

"I'm sorry." I say again, quietly.

John laughs, "You don't need to keep apologising."

"No but I do, I really do-"

"No but you don't. You've apologised enough, I've already accepted your apology!"

"But don't forgive me! I don't deserve to, only because I apologised and-"

"Alex, Alex!" He cuts off my rambling, laughing, and I get the message and shut up, blushing again.

I look back over at him, and catch him staring at the ceiling. He takes in this deep breath, then turns his head towards me, and says with this small smile on his face, "Was it really fake?" He looks way for a second, "In the end..." He looks back at me, the smile still etched on his features, "Was it all really fake?"

I hardly even have to think about the question. I can tell it's a genuine question, not rhetorical.

I take my hand in his, our fingers entwined. "No." I whisper. "No it wasn't."

Well boy am I fucking glad we got that down. No need to fuck with my emotions anymore, holy shit. It only took us nearly a whole goddamn year.

Gently, he cups my cheek, and I can't help but notice as our faces inch closer towards each other.

We're hardly a centimetre away now, I can feel his breath on my lips.

"Can I... Can I kiss you?" He asks.

I nod desperately. "Please."

And our lips collide again.

There are many times when he'd kissed me. There was those ones in public, for other people, there was the one when we were about to fuck, there was the one in the snow field, there was the one in front of the Top 10, there was the celebratory one, there was the one, no two, in the bathroom, but none, none of them, will ever compare to this one.

Because this one I won't regret, this one won't confuse me, this one won't play with my feelings and fuck me up, because this one is done simply because I love him, and he loves me.

And nothing more.