helpless (lams oneshots)

sweetheart

1980's era babygirl!alex set at a carnival, thomas x alex, then john x alex

"Princess! C'mere!"

Alex's eyes perked up from behind his slushie. Thomas motioned him over and Alex obediently obeyed, going from where he sat at the ring toss station to where Thomas was. He was at a food stand, a soda in one hand and a bag of popcorn in the other.

"I ever introduce you to James?" Thomas asked as he leaned against the stand. Alex shook his head, still drinking from the slushie, "No, Sir, you haven't."

James smirked, extending a hand, "Jemmy." He introduced himself. Alex took his hand to shake but James twirled Alex around, causing him to giggle. Thomas slapped James hard, "Ain't anyone ever teach you not to touch another man's property?" Alex frowned at Thomas' words, his face flushing red.

"Hey!"

Everyone's head turned to look at who had spoken. A boy with wild freckles splattered all over his face had a popcorn scoop in his hand. He stood behind the stand and set down his scoop, taking a few steps forward.

"Ain't nobody tell you that you can't call people your property?" He asked before turning to Alex, "What's your name?" He asked, Alex's face getting redder, "Alexander."

"John, John Laurens." He introduced, wiping a hand on his jeans and extending a hand to shake. Without hesitation, Alex took it.

John brought his hand up to his mouth, giving it a small kiss. Alex giggled and turned to Thomas, his smile dropping.

He looked livid, his eyes about to pop out of his head, "Alexander here seems like a wonderful boy, and he ain't your property. He seems like a nice boy." He said, smirking at Alex all the while.

"You've no right to tell me what to call him!" Thomas exclaimed. James had now been long gone, fearful of Thomas' anger.

"You have no right to treat such a nice fellow like some sort of object." John said. Alex liked how John spoke, it made Alex feel happy inside. He slowly moved closer to the stand until he was hopped up on the counter, his hands in his lap to hold down his skirt.

"Especially such a pretty one, too." He grinned. Thomas huffed, extending a hand and pushing Alex's slushie so it fell on his white outfit.

Now it was John's turn to be mad. He practically lunged over the stand and punched Thomad right in the jaw.

"Nobody teach you manners, either? Of course not! You're a Jefferson. Life's fed to you by a silver spoon." He scoffed. Jefferson shoved John off of him, "Fuck you, man!"

really short sorry, working on the fic. pt 2?