Lams One-Shots

Used, Abused and Bruised

trigger warning: abuse 

It should be said that John Laurens wasn't happy with the life he was living. With the lies that kept pouring out of his mouth. He hated the smile that had formed on his lips. When inside, he was shattering. 

Alexander Hamilton knew something was wrong. He always liked to say he know his best friend like he knew his own mind. Lately, it felt like that was a lie. How was he supposed to say he knew John better than anyone when John kept secrets and held fake smiles? The usual happiness that radiated off the older man just wasn't there. There was something especially off-putting to Alexander about seeing John, so...different. So fake. 

"I'm tellin' you Johnny, I don't like him."

"Well I do, Lex," John had retorted, taking a sip out of Alex's coke bottle. The pair were walking back to their apartment. The night breeze was rustling through John's hair and his eyes fluttered closed as the man relished in the cool air. "He makes me feel special. Like I'm one of a kind. The things he says," John chuckles. "I guess you could call me hopeless and a gullible bastard but I really think I should take this chance. I won't date him if you don't think I should, though, Alex."

Alex stole a glance at John, just as his friend was opening his eyes. Cast towards the sky, they shone like Alex had never seen. A hidden love inside of them. It made Alexander's heart pull at his chest. He reached down and laced his fingers into John's. John's lip ends tugged upwards. 

"If you think he'll treat you like the prince you are."

Alexander never regretted anything more than when those words escaped his mouth. He wasn't thinking when he said them, not in any way. There was something about seeing John, for once so happy and hopeful. It made the blind words tumble out of Alexander and right into the pit of things Alexander should have never said (along with "maybe you should  kick my out of class, sir, if you're gonna say such impudently stupid things," and "I may have had drunken sex with someone I mistook for you...")

"You're not gonna be here this weekend, right?" John asked, casually, one leg over the other. 

"Yeah, me an' Angie are going to DC for the weekend. You're gonna be okay alone, right?"

John chuckled...John chuckled and Alexander's blood went cold. To anyone who wasn't Alexander Hamilton, it would've sounded like a regular, carefree, happy chuckle. But Alex knew better. It was strained, a darker meaning under it. 

"Of course, Lexi, I think Andy invited himself over so we'll probably just hole up and watch some movies and cuddle. I hope you don't mind he's staying over...Alexander? Are you listening to me, goddamnit!"

Alex's eyes were wide as he stared at his friend. That chuckle was the last nail in the coffin. John was lying to him, he knew it. 

Alexander picked John's wrist up, gingerly. "Tell me how you got it!"

"You worry too much," John dodged the question, yanking his wrist from Alexander's grasp. 

"John Laurens, just tell me. It's only a question."

John looked up, a flash of fear and pain in his features, a grimace almost crossing his chapped lips. "I was playing soccer with Andy and a few of his friends and I fell. I landed on my wrist. I wasn't going to tell you because I know how jealous you get."

Alexander made a face. "I do not get jealous, you brat." Alexander knew he wasn't telling the truth, but decided (for once) not to pry further. Prying would make John clam up and then there was no getting an answer at all. His voice softened a little bit. "Just be careful, okay?"