should i make a fic, would anyone be interested? idk.
tw// homophobic/transphobic slurs, also a lot of hurt/comfort
After that, the two boys were practically inseperable. It had gotten to the point where it was borderline annoying how much time they spent together.
Alex and John went everywhere together, they were practically attatched at the hip. John would often find himself at Alex's house after Henry Laurens had said some things to him. Alex never questioned anything John said, the trust was immediate. Except one day, John said a little too much.
John was never the loud type, Alexander was. It may not have seemed like that, his first impression was someone shy and socially awkward, however Alex was like a social butterfly once you got to know him. So when John was shaking with anger at Alex's doorstep, Mr. Washington let him in without hesitation.
John stomped up to Alex's room, slamming the door behind him and falling to the bed. Alex leaned over and touched John's shoulder, mumbling his name quietly.
John looked up at Alex, an almost defeated look in his eyes. He was too angry for tears, his father had gone too far today. Eleanor couldn't do anything about it, she was just as stunned as John was, "John, tell me what's wrong." Alex said quietly as he sat John up straight.
"It's my dad!" John cried out, his voice shaky with rage. Alex sighed and pulled John into a tight hug, staying silent to allow the other to speak whenever he wanted. John shook his head, "He-he called me a useless tranny!" John said, too upset to realize he had never come out to Alex.
"He said I was worthless, stupid! I'll burn in hell with the rest of them!" John now sounded on the verge of tears, his whole body trembling as he went on. The room was silent for a few seconds before Alex spoke, "Oh, John... please don't believe that." He said in a soft voice. John gave a small chuckle as he thought of Alex and how he was probably planning an essay on why Henry Laurens was a shitty person.
"John, look at me." Alex said, his voice now firm. With great hesitation, John looked Alex in the eyes, "Please, try and breathe. Your father is wrong, okay? You aren't worthless." Alex said, his voice hardly a whisper, "You're my great big soldier. Who picked me up in the middle of the worst storm New York's ever seen? You. Who bought Laf makeup after Marie made him feel like shit? You."
John shook his head, his heart catching in his throat, "Alex, stop." He said, his voice hoarse as he started to cry. His cheeks felt hot as cool tears fell from his eyes, "You're not a useless.." Alex's voice faltered and John looked up at him, "You're not who your father says you are. You're John Laurens, no- you're my John Laurens. The man I know would die for me, and I'd do the same."
John just let out a big sob. A heart-wrenching sob that hurt his throat. His hands shook as he gripped onto Alex's shirt, crying hard into his shoulder. He barely noticed Alex speaking until he was being pulled away and shaken.
"John, please look at me." Alex pleaded, his eyes red. John hesitantly brought his eyes to meet Alex's, still drawing in deep, shaky breaths, "You are John Laurens,do not let anyone tell you otherwise." He whispered, John's forehead falling forward onto Alex's. His body continued to shake with his deep breaths.
"I am John Laurens." John whispered between gasps. Alex nodded slowly, giving a small grin, "That's right. You are John Laurens." He said quietly, "You're John Laurens, and I love you."
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To: Lex 💕 guess where i am Sent at 4:30 pm
To: Lex 💕
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To: Johnny Why didn't you tell me that was today?? Sent at 4:45 pm
To: Johnny I'm on my way to the hospital now. Sent at 4:45 pm
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John was shaken awake by someone next to him. He gasped, a sharp pain in his chest. His eyes cracked up and he looked up to see a worried Alex, "Are you okay? Your mom let me in." He said, sitting at the edge of John's bed.
John's hands moved slowly from his side to over his chest, his eyes widening at the quick outburst of pain he felt as his hands touched his skin through the thin hospital nightshirt. Alex gave his hand a small squeeze as he pulled his hand away, "How are you feeling?"
John gave a small huff of pain and let his eyes fall shut, "Tired... sore." He said quietly. Alex leaned forward, carding his fingers through John's hair. He nodded slowly, leaning forward and pressing a small kiss to John's forehead, "I love you, my brave little soldier." He mumbled.
"I love you too." John whispered, his eyes falling shut, "Go to sleep, my love. I'll be here." Alex whispered. John just nodded, his eyes falling shut as he fell asleep without being asked again.
