;; ALEX's POV ;;
i found myself wheezing at johns messages, twears forming at the brim of my eyes from laughing so much.
the past 2 weeks have been the best.
well except whenever i found about what happened to to him. he truly didnt deserve it.
i sigh before i click the call button—wiping the tears, keeping my camera on the back camera so it didnt present my face.
my heart stopped as soon as john answered the call presenting his face.
HIS FACE.
"WOOOAAAH—" i droned while looking away "sir your camera is on." i quickly spoke "i know!" he croaked before bursting out into laughter.
FUUUUCCJSBSBD
i turn my camera to my front camera, it'd only be fair if he'd be able to see me too.
he had pretty freckles that littered his face, mainly his cheeks. he had pretty dark brown-almost somewhat black-eyes, pretty curly hair and his noes and lips fit his face. his hair was half-up half-down.
his face was illuminated with a sweet amber tone which altered the tone of his skin. he was walking around-which i'm assuming-his dorm. the lights ranging from yellow, amber, and white.
he would calm down after a minute of giggling, then would start giggling all over again.
the sound of a door opening then closing as a white light illuminated his surrounding as he set his phone down onto a counter. it was a bathroom.
"um-" i began to apeak but my words choked up in my throat. shit.
shitshitshit nnononono
i've never came eye to eye with this guy, so technically i cant think he's hot.
"you good man?" he spoke after he realized i wasnt speaking during his laughing fit. i let out a soft chuckle "yea! i'm fine, just suprised you let me see your face is all." i insisted on his worries.
"i'd let the world see my face if they'd ask." he spoke so kindly and casually, as if his voice owned to a guy the struts. i melted at the sound and nodded. "really now?" i asked "i never asked." i added on.
"you're different."
"how so?"
..
"you're cooler." he hummed after a second of silence, he leaned against the counter, placing his hand on the edge.
"what was that silence for?" i questioned, tilting my head for a second. "you're gay." he huffed before picking up a tooth brush and tooth paste, starting to brush his teeth.
"i know you did not just call me gay and then start brushing your teeth." i started to giggle, he smiled and held up his middle finger (444) to the camera. he then signed 'suck a dick' letter by letter in sign language
"fuck off." i started to laugh again, he spat his toothpaste out then spoke again "you know ASL?" he questioned and i quickly nodded
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