Lovestruck

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by tpwk_cookie

by tpwk_cookie

~Alex's POV~

I woke up and felt a strange heavy warmth against my back. My eyes weren't easy to open. They felt sore for some reason. Wait.

Oh no. I'm sleeping with John. John must've carried me out of the closet. (No pun intended) I must've cried myself to sleep. He saw me like that. Oh no.

I turned over. John's eyes were open. And they were looking straight into my eyes.

"Oh. Oh mY GOD I'M SORRY!" He scrambled out of my bed and fell on the floor. I tried to reach for his arm but I couldn't. I sat up and grabbed his hand instead.

"No, John it's okay." I pulled his hand to try to get him back on my bed. "Now I'm cold." I chuckled.

He sat down on my bed and put his head in his hands. "I'm an idiot. I'm such an idiot" He whispered to himself over and over. I reached for his wrists. I pulled both of his hands away from his head. I slid my hands into his.

"It's okay John." I repeated. He wouldn't look at me. We sat in silence for a few minutes. "If anyone should be sorry, it's me. I must look like an idiot when I was crying like that last night."

"You never look like an idiot." John muttered, smiling. That probably wasn't meant for me to hear.

I took a deep breath. He looked up at me. We sat hand in hand as a let out my breath. "John, this may sound crazy since we met yesterday but... I think I lo-" I was cut off by his lips on mine. I melted into the kiss. I wrapped one of my arms around his neck and he wrapped one of his arms around my waist. Our other hands stayed attached. My heart was pounding. I opened my eyes for a second and I could see the sparks flying. The kiss lasted a few minutes. It was very soft, like John actually loved me. It wasn't rough, which is the only type of kiss I've ever felt. 'Maybe he does love me. Maybe he doesn't just want to-'

I tried to shake that thought and thought of how John might love me. I smiled and accidentally broke the kiss. I slowly opened my eyes.

"I think I love you Alexander." He spoke in a whisper. We stared into eachother's eyes.

I laughed softly. "This is insane. We just met. I don't even know you well or all of your friends yet." He looked down and frowned. "But for some reason I feel like I've known you my whole life. I'm willing to do this."

I grabbed his chin softly and lifted his head. We made eye contact.

"John, I think I love you too." He smiled. "Let's just see how it goes, okay?" He nodded.

"So, Alex. Will you be my boyfriend?" I pecked his lips.

"Yes John." I giggled.

I looked over to the clock on my nightstand.

8:23 AM

"We should get up." John said quietly. "I'm hungry." He chuckled.

"You should make us something. All I can make is toast and pop tarts." I giggled. He smiled.

"Alright, I can make eggs or French toast." He said. My stomach made a loud gargling noise. We both laughed. He started tickling my stomach making me laugh more. My stomach gargled again and he stopped.

"French toast. And get on that quick," I laughed, trying desperately to get the words out. "Please?"

"You're too cute." He said. "Meet me in the kitchen." He got up, kissed my forehead, and left to go make the French toast.

I stayed behind for a moment, unable to move, lovestruck.