I'm Willing To Wait For You (A Hamilton College AU)

Chapter 21

Moving In

Alexander's P.O.V

I shiver on the front steps of John's apartment as he struggles to unlock the door. Finally we hear the click of the door unlocking.

"Danm", I say as we enter the doorway.

"What? Is it that bad?", John laughs.

"No, not at all. It's really great. Like, really great", I say. 

I wasn't lying, either. The apartment was way bigger than I expected. Maybe this was the normal size of an apartment. I wouldn't know. But compared to my past living arrangements, this was awesome.

John just shrugged.

"I saved up some money. This is actually the cheapest one I could find", he says. It occurred to me that I might have embarrassed him. I rush to change to  the subject.

"Where am I going to sleep?", I ask.

"Oh yeah", he says, slapping his forehead.

He takes me by the hand and leads me to a room. John flips on the light, revealing a medium size bed beside a dresser. All the pillows and blankets on the bed were different shades of green and blue.

"This is my room. Well technically it's our room. I mean if you want it to be. No pressure. I can sleep on the couch if you want. It's no-", he starts rambling.

I cut him off with a kiss.

"John. Calm down. I'm not going to let you sleep on the couch. This is your apartment. We're going to share the bed, like we do almost every night. It's literally only going to be two weeks. We're going to get through this with out killing each other. OK?"

"I love you", he says. I pull him into a tight hug.

After we release each other I stare him in his eyes.

"John. I'm tired as shit", I say.

"Alex go lay down", he laughs and shakes his head. Kicking off my shoes, I lay in the side of the bed by the dresser. John gets in bed next to me, draping his arm of me. I notice a picture frame on the dresser. In the picture is a young woman with curly brown hair, a face full of freckles, and the same light eyes as John. She's holding a baby who looks identical to her. In the background there was the blurry outline of a man, who appeared to be holding a beer bottle.

"Who is she?", I ask.

"Hmm?", John responds, not knowing who I'm referring to.

"The woman in the picture. Is that your mom?"

"Yeah. That's the only picture I have of her with me", he says.

Plucking up my courage, I ask him another question.

"There's a man in the background. Is... is it your dad?"

"Yeah", he states bitterly.

There's a beat of silence.

"She looks just like you", I say.

"People always tell me that. But there's one huge difference. My mom is beautiful."

I turn over to face him. He seems distant, like he's remembering something that he'd rather not.

"John you are beautiful. You are one of the most beautiful people in the world. There is only one person that was just as beautiful, or that I loved just as much, and she died years ago."

We don't say anything else for a long time. Eventually he falls asleep. I soon follow suit. I dream of John and my mother.

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I wake up from a particularly enjoyable dream that involved John.

Looking around, I see that John is no longer laying beside me.

I swing my leg off the side of the bed and get up. I leave the room while stretching.

I here noises coming from the kitchen. Following the sounds, I suddenly am overwhelmed by one of the most heavenly aromas I have ever smelt.

"John?", I call. I enter the small kitchen and I see my boyfriend stirring a pot on the stove. He looks up at me and smiles. Putting the spoon down he walks over to me and kisses my cheek.

"Hey Alex."

"Whatever you're cooking, smells delicious", I say.

"Thanks babe. But it's nothing special. It's just spaghetti and meatballs", he says.

It was the best spaghetti I have ever tasted. It has been ages since I've had a home cooked meal. Once he had finished cooking, we ate on the couch. Some Christmas movie was playing on the TV.

"I'm guessing that you like it", says John

It came to my realization that I had been shoveling food into my mouth.

"Sorry", I say.

"Don't apologize. It's cute. Besides, I'm glad you like it", he says.

"I'm glad one of us can cook, because I can't cook for shit", I joke.

"You can't be that bad", he says.

"Oh really? Last time I tried to make a grilled cheese sandwich I danm near burnt the kitchen down."

I guess the idea of me almost destroying my kitchen was funny, because when I said this, John nearly choked on his noodles.

"Wow. How did......... Wow. That is pretty bad", he says through laughter.

"You think that's funny? Imagine coming home to find your 10 year old son standing in a kitchen filled with smoke. I couldn't tell if my mom was more pissed or amused", I say, thinking fondly of my mother.

This only made him laugh harder.

"You are so adorable. I love you so much", he giggles.

He tries to lean in and kiss me, but I lean back. In response to me teasing him he tickles my side. I bust out in the most ridiculous laugh ever. He takes this opportunity to kiss me.

It absolutely wonderful.

Hi! Bruh, the cringe is real in this chapter. Sorry, I know it's short. I promise it'll be longer tomorrow.

I don't know how it is in other places, but it does not feel like it's almost Christmas here in Mississippi. I guess that kinda has to do with the fact that Mississippi refuses to decide whether or not it wants to be cold or hot. One day it's sweater weather and the next day I'm wearing shorts and a T-shirt.

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