(also this is a lot like my first fic that I deleted so hopefully I'll do it better this time :))
"Alexander?" John called, stepping into the cold, dark apartment. He sighed, his best friend was probably at the library working himself to utter death.
He had just come back from hanging out with Laf and Herc, celebrating the fact they had all finished midterms (with the exception of Alexander). He was feeling tipsy, borderline drunk. But what do you expect from a college kid?
John hummed, hanging up his coat and stumbling further into the hallway. Rubbing his eyes, he walked into the first room he could. Noticing the mess, John was sober enough to think: Oh, this is Alexander's room, not mine.
John's limbs ached though, and he plopped down on Alexander's chair, throwing his head back. He spun around in it, wondering why Alexander had such a spinny soft chair when something caught his eye. He sat up and blinked a few times.
It was a golden box, something that didn't seem very Alex-like to have. So naturally, kinda drunk John was curious. He pulled it onto his lap and began to rustle throw it.
hey alex, buy more milk ~john
John read over the note, confused. Why would Alexander keep that, he had stuck it on Alex's forehead while he was sleeping. He asumed Alex would just crumple it up and toss it. But here it was, folded neatly an placed in the box. Shrugging it off, John snatched up another scrap of paper. It was pink.
happy v-day bitch. love ya ;) ~johnny
John chuckled, he rememberd Alexander working super hard that day for some essay or project. He remembered thinking that no one should spend Valentines Day without a little bit of love, so he wrote it up and taped it to Alexander's laptop while he was out for coffee. John's heart skipped a beat when the realization struck him: Alexander kept all his letters.
Further in the box were polaroids. There was one of the two of them, sticking out their tounges and making derpy faces. John had no memeory that, meaning they were probably blackout drunk when they took these.
But there were so many. There was one of Alexander's arm wrapped tightly around John's neck and his face pressed against John's cheek. John was laughing, Alexander was beaming. Present John had a smile to match Alexander's.
And as John got to the bottom of the box, he pulled out a pencil. The tip was broken, the sides were covered in teeth marks and the eraser was gone. It was green with turtles decorating the sides. John stared at it. He kept staring at it until he burst into tears.
"John?" a soft voice floating into the room and John dropped the pencil. Alexander's face paled when he saw the open box in his best friend's lap. "John, I--"
"Alexander," John whispered, leaping up. The contents of the box spilled to the ground. John bounded over to Alex, grapping said boy's face in his hands. "God, Alexander, yes."
Alexander looked up at him, eyes wide. "Yes?"
"Yes, I love you too." John whispered, then he leaned in and kissed Alexander. Alex's eyes flew open in shock, then a smile crossed to his lips and he kissed back. Alex's hands crept to John's hair, tugging at it softly. John leaned down to kiss Alexander's warm neck and Alex let out a soft giggle.
"Your breath smells like beer," Alex mumbled, kissing the top of John's head.
"Hey," a voice came from the seat above John. "God, sorry, do you have a pencil I could borrow?"
John looked up to see the most handsome young man he ever laid his eyes on. A soft blush filled his cheeks as he dug through his bag. He pulled out what seemed like the dumbest pencil ever. He probably hadn't used it since freshman year, high school.
"Uh," John stammered, awkwardly, holding up the green pencil. "This is all I have."
"That's perfect," the guys said, taking it from John. He examined it before the same grin came to his face. "Turtles, classy."
John let out a excited laugh. "Yeah, they're the best. I'm John Laurens, by the way."
"Alexander Hamilton, nice to meet you. Maybe we can be friends, turtle boy."
John never got that pencil back, not that he cared.
