A/N So I can't write for crap but I still find it fun. Also I have no idea what I'm writing so this will be fun(WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?MR BURR, GET A MEDIC FOR THE GENERAL!...I'm sorry) any way this will probably have a lot of references... so enjoy my bad writing! :)
Alex's P.O.V
I was sitting alone in the coffee shop as I was probably the only person on campus at the moment. I mean, no one else has any reason to be here this early. That makes me feel like I shouldn't be here but I have no where else to go. I finish my coffee, walk back to my dorm and check my phone. No notifications... I should probably make some friends (This is how I feel whenever I look at my phone). I get up and open my laptop. I start typing just random words about how I'm feeling and what I'm looking forward to this year when I hear the door click open. no... that cant be my roommate... there's still like a month until classes start. Well I guess I cant speak...
"Hey, you must be my roommate"
"Yeah! I'm John Laurens" OMG HIS VOICE IS AS SMOOTH AS BUTTER!!! Play it cool Alex...
"My name is Alexander Hamilton. Call me Alex." God, I sound SOOOO pretentious...
" Cool. I'm assuming this is my bed?" He says, chuckling as he gestures toward the neatly made bed in comparison to mine which has the quilt thrown to the side, almost falling off the bed. I join him giggling softly at the disgrace of my bed then I realise we have both turned a deep red(lol I'm a poet and I totally knew it...sorry)... well this is awkward as we have now stopped laughing and are just staring at the ground...
"Well...uh... I'm gonna unpack..."
"Yeah...I'll leave you to it." I say as I return to my laptop and write whatever comes to mind.
Time-skip brought to you by Ariana Grande who helps me out here :)
"Ok I'm finished unpacking... I'm gonna go hang with some friends" I say goodbye and look at what I've been unconsciously writing. It seems to be lyrics to a song, but before the lyrics, I've written:
Dear John,
Baby, I got love for thee
So deep inside of me
I don't know where to start
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I love you more than anything
But the words can't even touch what's in my heart
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
No, no
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I try to explain it I be sounding insane
The words don't ever come out right
I get all tongue-tied and twisted
I can't explain what I'm feeling
And I say, baby, baby,
Oh, woah, oh, woah,
Baby, baby
Baby I.
(WARNING:there's gonna be a lot of references to outside songs. If you want to understand any of them, I suggest you go listen to any songs by Emma Blackery :))
WHAT?!?!? WHY DID I DO THIS? Ok, Alex calm... I close my laptop and crawl onto my bed and think about what I wrote. I don't notice that I'm getting tired and eventually I drift into a deep sleep.
-::>-----------<::-
"-WAKE UP! ALEX!" I wake up to John screaming in my face. I rub my eyes and feel that they are wet. I must've had one of those stupid haunting dreams of my past. I feel my face heat up at the thought that I was crying in my sleep and John saw me. He must think I'm a baby.
"Alex, are you alright?" Oh he looks so worried...
"Yeah... I'm fine. Wait what happened?"
"You were yelling and crying in your sleep! What happened?"
"Um... I guess it was just a nightmare..." I feel so embarrassed.
"I'm glad your ok..." he had his arm around me and didn't seem to be letting go. I was enjoying it but I didn't want it to be awkward later...
"Um... John?"
"OH! Sorry..." his face turned as red as a tomato. We sat there, in awkward silence. Eventually I break the silence.
"Anyway I have work to do..."
"School hasn't even started yet!"
"I know"
"Alrighty then..." I open my laptop to see what I wrote yesterday... those lyrics.
"Whatcha writin?" I slam my laptop closed. Crap. I hope he didn't see anything. I feel my face flush with embarrassment.
"Gee, someones angry..."
"I'm not angry!"
"Then why did you slam your laptop and yell at me?!"
"I-I-...I don't know..." I blush again. I hear him giggle. It's cute...
"DON'T LAUGH!" He bursts into a fit of laughter.
"HEY!"
"I-I'm sorry! It's just y-you're cu-cute when you're a-angry!" he stutters between laughs.
"Wait...what did you say?" He stops laughing. His face turns a bright red. He runs out of the room uttering some useless excuse... he called me cute... John Laurens. Called ME cute?
A/N About 755 words. That's good right? Hope you enjoyed it.
-Charli<3
