Warning: I type these on my phone so there's probably going to be a lot of errors and such and autocorrect saves my life but also sometimes ruins it so ya on with the story. It's gonna suck
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John was getting oh-so-bored with his library part time job to pay for his college books; they were getting pricier and pricier every year.
Unfortunately, he was in year 3, so the cost was high and the work was hard. As he was thinking and checking out books at the same time (something he had gotten good at over the years), a man walking in caught his eye.
(Da prompt by ma girl kitkattictac104)
His clothes were in rags and his shoes seemed to be falling apart. There were deep bags under his eyes, his scraggly hair was tied into a messy ponytail and dirt caked his face. In other words, the man was a mess.
But John couldn't help but think that this man, with the proper clean up of course, was a handsome young fellow. The man sat down at one of the tables and pulled out a laptop and began to type only pausing to take the occasional sip out of this coffee.
John put the book back on the shelf and creeped closer to get a better look (john you stalker) at what the boy was writing. John couldn't tell what he was writing but the man was muttering while he was typing so john could get the general idea.
"That Jefferson'll pay for his behavior. I know, I can use the press I'll write under a pseudonym. He'll never know it me. Yeah that's what'll do. Ha take that bitch."
John wondered what the kid Jefferson did to him. Examining the man some more john noticed how thin he was. Messy clothes, dirty body, malnourished; the man was probably poor and looked no older than 19.
John took one more step forward and tripped on his shoelace. Fuck. John bumped into the man making his papers fly everywhere.
The man looked down at John and said, "hey what are you doing you made me spill my coffee."
John blushed noticing the already dirty jacket now had a giant coffee stain on the front. He rushed to pick up all the papers that he had made the man drop but bumped into the man once more.
"I am so sorry oh my god I'm not usually this clumsy," John said.
"I guess it's fine. It's just now I have to wash this jacket again and..." he abruptly stopped, "never mind. I'm Alex by the way. Alexander Hamilton. I write for the New York Post (lmao isn't that a newspaper). Editor actually." Alex stuck out his hand to shake.
"John Laurens. I work here, " John waved his arm pointing around the library. John still felt super about spilling Alex's coffee all over his jacket and also the man was quite handsome even in his disheveled state so John, being the dumb fuck he is, invited the total stranger over to his house. "Hey um... I'm really sorry for knocking into you and so um... I was wondering if you wanna come to my place um... I can wash your jacket for you."
Quick little moment in Alex's point of view
HOLY FUCK PRAISE THE LORD I HAVE A FRIEND
Ok back to third person
"Thanks for the offer but I don't want to bother you. Are you sure it's ok?"
John nodded, "Yeah totally sure," yeah it was totally ok but I sure as hell aren't. "My shift ends like now anyway so come on let's go." John grabbed his phone and quickly texted his room mates (apartment-mates if that's a thing. Idk lol the 3 of them live in an apartment).
Gay ass turtle 🐢: hey I just invited some cute boy to our place. Leaving now. Don't bother us k?
BAGUETTEFUCKER3000: JoHnNy BoY hAs a FRieNd!?!?! ; )
C L O T H E S: sure thing mate. Wasn't planning on watching porn anyway ; )
Gay ass turtle 🐢: shut up
"Who's baguettefucker3000?" John jumped. He didn't realize Alex was there watching and reading his texts. Oh shit I called him cute. He probably saw that.
"Oh those are my room mates aka best friends. Baguette fucker is a French exchange student. He once said looking at baguettes is like looking at hot men. It's nice but doesn't turn me on. (Creds to some random Tumblr post I saw. It was amazing).
"I'm sure those are some lovely friends" Alex laughed and followed John out the door and to his apartment.
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Yay first chapter. It's super late where I live so good night my friends. I can hopefully write another chapter tomorrow- and edit this one. Too lazy to do it now.
-Helena the cactus 🌵
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Library job - lams modern au
FanfictionJohn was getting oh-so-bored with his library part time job to pay for his college books; they were getting pricier and pricier every year. Unfortunately, he was in year 3, so the cost was high and the work was hard. As he was thinking and checking...
