You're The Closest Friend I've Got-A lams fanfic

Part 1-The Party

The music's too loud, The lights are too bright, and there are too many people.  Alexander hated it, but John, John loved it, so Alexander pretended to love it too.  when John snuck away to get more booze, It was Alexander and a drunk, pucking Laffeyette.

"Mon, ami-" Belch

"Mon Alexander, what with bothering you?" Vomit

Alexander sighs, thinking it would be fine to tell now because at this point Laff wouldn't remember the color of the shirt he wore that night.  So Alexander decided to confide everything in him. 

"Well Laff, I hate parties, all i want to do is have a quiet night, finish a paper or four, hang with John.  Oh John, I love him so much, oh laff do you believe in love at first sight-" Belch from Laff

"I'll take that as a yes, and I think that I've been in love with him since the first time i laid eyes on him when i arrived in the city freshman year and I saw him open the door." Finally a noise other than a vomiting sounds from Laff,

"mon pauvre garçon, pauvre garçon gay, je suis désolée, mais I cannot vous aider, yo doit aider à vous-même." Alexander, knowing perfect french slides to the floor with a sigh.  

"I know, I know" Laff giggle, belches and then waltz out of the room, Leaving Alexander sipping a beer on his and john's hard, mold stained bathroom floor. 

"Why can't i just fall for someone simple, like Eliza Schuyler, plus i think she likes me" Alexander thinks to himself.  He stands up and walks back into the mayhem. 

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The next day John awakes strewn upon his couch with an eerily calm Alexander picking up red solo cups and, paper plates, and other garbage around the apartment and putting it into a black trash bag.  John sits up holding his head,

"hey" he says in a soft, hungover voice. Alexander turns his head and smiles at john, he gives John a giant silly grin, then goes back to picking up trash.

"Coffee's in the kitchen" he says, John stands up and walks into the kitchen.  In a few minutes later Alex joins him in the kitchen.    

"Where did you go last night?" John asks quietly,  due to his massive hangover.  Alex doesn't want to sound like he didn't have a good time or was resentful,

"Uh you know, around, here, there...around, i was around" He stutters over his word's.  John hesitant smiles,

"I'm gonna go take a shower" John chimes as he walks out if the room.  After Alex disposes of the garbage he picks up his current book off of the coffee table and heads to John's room.  It might seem weird but Alexander loved John's room, maybe it is that it smells like his cologn or because his room faced the road and it was never quiet.  Whatever the reason neither of the men minded, so Alex was in John's room, and John was in the conjoining bathroom.  Alex hears it phone buzz, It was Angelic Schuyler, 

FROM:ANGG- with that text he dropped his phone and released a little yelp.

"You okay Alex" John calls naturally from his bathroom,

"Yep, hahaha fine" Alex calls back.

TO:ANGG- Whaaa why would you think that

FROM:ANGG- i got a hangover Laff to confess everything that happened last night.

FROM:LAFF-oops

right on cue, Angelica crashed at Lafayette and Hercules's last night.  suddenly Alexander phone died, oh shit he thought.  Suddenly the water turned off,  Alexander scrambled to look interested in his book, The door opens and John saunters out with a towel around his waist.  

Alexander knew everything about John, that's probably what he was so in love with him.  So he knows about all the scars on his back, the long belt marks from his father, the way they were faded but noticeable.  Faded, old, OLD, Not all of those look old.  Some of them were darker, more swollen and red, they looked slightly scabbed, like they were marked on his back no more than a few weeks ago.  

Alexander couldn't help to stare at the long strikes.  John put turtle boxers, a t-shirt and turned towards alexander, who shoved his face back into his book.  John walked over, sat down and put his head on Alexander's shoulder.  They sit like that for a few minutes, in complete silence, Alexander tensely pretends to read his book.  John gives alexander a friendly kiss on the cheek and walks into the kitchen to prepare a saturday brunch.  

John was never very good at cooking, it didn't really help that he couldn't keep his mind off of that text group he accidentally got put in with Angelica, Laff,and Alex.  

"he loves me" John taught,

"H-he loves me" this simple phrases made him so happy.  JOhn had, had eyes for Alexander since he saw him in that coffee shop two week's before he even moved into the dorm.  And he had fallen in love with him during sophomore year.