WHOA, M8 (Lams AU)(DISCONTINUED)

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John's POV
"Can I talk to you?"

I became very nervous at how serious he spoke. I nodded my head slowly. Everyone else was laughing and joking around so the two of us could sneak out like the sneaky beans we were.

When we reached my room, I ushered him in. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"What's going on between you and Jefferfuck?" He questioned. I could see the jealousy in his eyes. I love his eyes. Wait.. I started to giggle. Alex started to blush. "What?"

"Jefferson? And me?" I said between fits of giggles. He grew redder.

"Y-yeah.." Alexander stammered.

"His parents are trying to adopt me.." I smiled. "He may be my older brother."

"O-oh.." He looked down embarrassed.

"Why'd you ask?"

"I uhh" He sounded like a broken record. I cocked my head to the right. He quickly shook his head and asked the question I didn't want him to ask. "What do you mean... adopted?"

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"What the fuck are you trying to say, Jack?" I winced at the name.

"I'm gay, dad.."

"No son of mine will love men sexually." His voice raised with every word. "So you aren't my son! Get. Out Of my HOUSE!" He yelled throwing a vase at my head. I grabbed what I could and ran out of the house.

Through tears I punched in the digits for Thomas's home number. After one ring, someone picked up.

"Hello?" No doubt it was Thomas.

"T-Thomas?" I choked out. I heard a gasp.

"What happened John? Babe tell me." We called each other pet names. Don't judge.

"I.." I shakily took a breath, but broke down in tears. "I'm an orphan!" I sobbed.

"I'll be right there." I heard a click.
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"Well.." I started trying to hold back the tears. "My mother died during child birth.. Without her it was hard growing up. I fended for myself most nights. My father was out with some whore every night. About a year ago.. I came out to my dad. I told him I was gay, and he threw a vase at me and disowned me." I looked at the floor.  I felt his arms snake around my waist and gasped. The tears I was holding out poured down my face. Sobbing into his chest, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

"I don't want you to cry.." Alex pulled away to look at my face. His thumb brushed my cheeks, wiping away tears. "How old are you?"

I giggled and hiccuped. "16.."

"Same." He bit his lip. "Are you single?" The boy whispered.

"Yes.. Why?" I blushed. He looked into my eyes.

"I just wanted to do this.." He started to lean in. Slowly, I did as well. I could feel his breath on my lips.

"CHILDREN COOKIES ARE DONE!" Momma's voice yelled.

We quickly pulled apart. He laughed awkwardly. "I'm- Let's get cookies.." Alex smiled, walking out of the room.

"...Yeah" I whispered and followed him.

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