Sons of Liberty University | Hamilton College AU

Chapter 9 - John Dances to Beyonce

Alex

I came back to my dorm on the Tuesday of the second week of college to find John dancing to Beyonce's Single Ladies.

I stood in the doorway, John not having noticed me yet as he sang the lyrics along with the recorded voice of Queen Bey. He was actually pretty good at it, too. He held the notes at the same pitch and tone as the recording, and his dance moves were on fleek.

Like, damn.

"John?" I said. He jumped at the sudden intrusion.

"Frickety frack, Alex!" he squealed. "You scared the shit out of me!"

(By far one of the best sentences I have EVER written 😂)

"Well, I got one hell of a show just now," I snickered. "Your dance moves were on fire."

He rolled his eyes. "Gee, thanks," he said sarcastically. I came in and flopped down on my bed after I had set my books on my bed table. He came in a moment later and flopped next to me, snuggling into my side. He pulled out his phone and we began watching Netflix.

I felt his hand slowly creep its way around my shoulder as he pulled me closer. His lips ghosted over my cheek before he flipped himself on top of me, his phone discarded where he was laying a moment ago. He quickly attached his lips to mine.

Thus, beginning a make-out session.

We stopped after a few minutes, gasping for breath. His hair had fallen out of its ponytail and tickled my face. He was practically glowing in the setting sunlight that was being thrown in through our window. His olive eyes gleamed with playfulness.

"You still wanna wait?" he asked softly.

I flipped him over on the bed and pinned him down. "Never," I replied, then quickly re-engaged our heated make-out session.

And then Thomas flipping Jefferson walked through the door.

"What in the name of sweet mother Mary are you guys doing?" we heard his voice say. "You know what? I really don't give a shit. I'm one of the gayest people to ever gay, so you do you. Hamilton, Washington told me to deliver a letter to you. It's on your desk."

And then he walked out.

John and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. I got off of him and helped him off the bed.

"Alex," he said. "I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me in a few days. Just the two of us, ya know?"

"Yes," I said immediately. "Absolutely. Yes!"

He grinned and picked me up and started spinning me around. His look of happiness turned to one of concern as soon as my feet were off the ground, however. He set me down and gave me a scared look.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" I asked, oblivious.

"You're so skinny, Alex," he said. "You weigh practically nothing! What's going on?"

Shit.

I hadn't eaten in the last two days. I honestly didn't want to. I didn't feel hungry.

"It's nothing," I said. "I didn't eat much back on Nevis. I needed to make sure Mom had enough to eat."

"Okay," he said, still unconvinced. "Just... be careful."

I nodded, laying down. His arm snaked around me and pulled me closer to him. His body heat radiated in waves.

"I always am."