Roommates

Perfect

Alexander froze, shocked by the answer that John had just gave him. John didn't look at him, staring at his untouched iced croissant. The silence was uncomfortable and the air seemed to be a lot heavier.

"What?" Was all Alexander could say. John glanced up at him, his face red.

"Ok fine, I'm gay," John confessed, scratching the back of his head and Alexander could feel a smile form on his lips.

"Lucky for you, I'm bi," Alexander said, sipping his coffee.

"Wait- you mean you're not straight?" John asked in disbelief.

"Yeah," Alexander responded. "Why do you think that?" John shook his head.

"I dunno, I just thought you'd be all over the girls. I mean, it wouldn't be hard for you to get one," John added, his cheeks pink. Alexander smirked.

"I know right," he said and leaned back. John chuckled.

"You're so full of yourself," John said playfully.

"Sure, sure," Alexander replied and rested his head in his palm. They sat there in comfortable silence for a few moments before getting up.

Alexander and John soon left the cafe and checked their schedules.

"Awww, I have history next," John groaned.

"Writing," Alexander stated with a grin. John gave him a weird look.

"Writing? Even worse! How could you be smiling about that."

"HEY! I love writing," Alexander said, pretending to be offended. John snorted.

"I've never heard such absurd words come out of anyone's mouth," John said and began walking towards his next class, which, just so happened to be in the building next to Alexander's.

"Hmph," Alexander grunted and crossed his arms. "You're not my friend anymore."

"Oh really?" John said, smirking.

"Yes really," Alexander said and a smile twitched onto his lips.

Alexander and John chatted for a while longer before arriving at their class buildings. Alexander sighed and stepped onto the doorstep of his, and glanced over at John, who was standing on his own doorstep.

"Have fun in history," Alexander said with a hint of sarcasm, although a bright smile was plastered on his face.

"Not gonna happen," John said and opened the door. "Have fun in writing."

"Ok!" Alexander said and walked into his class, still smiling. John rolled his eyes and watched Alexander leave before walking into his own class.

Alexander listened to Professor Washington blabber (although he spoke words of utter wisdom, Alexander still considered it blabbering because he's annoying and stubborn) and tapped his pencil on the desk. Jefferson shot a glare at him from the other side of the room, causing Alexander to cease his continuous tapping.

He dazed off, thinking about multiple different things that were definitely not related to writing. He rested his head on his arms and the desk and looked out the window, deep in thought. He was jolted back to reality once he heard the razor sharp words of Washington.

"Alexander, would you like to tell me how to start a complex-compound sentence? It didn't seem like you were listening," Washington quizzed, his gaze hard. Alexander froze, gathering all the memories of compound-complex sentences. He was silent for a few moments and Washington smirked in victory, thinking he had finally caught Alexander in a moment of vulnerability-

"Of course sir, first you put your adjective at the beginning, and don't forget to-" And there he goes, ranting about how to make a simple compound-complex sentence. Washington was taken back by the sudden explanation, but quickly became irritated. Washington rolled his eyes in exasperation and intervened.

"Thank you Alexander, we don't need a whole lesson," Washington silenced him and continued talking about writing. A few snickers could be heard, but other than that, the room was silent. Alexander looked down at his desk in shame but continued to listen to Washington as he spoke.

Alexander was thinking about what Washington was saying when suddenly he felt an object hit his cheek. Alexander jumped at the sudden impact and looked down, only to see a dreaded sticky note. He looked at the only person who could have done this. Jefferson.

Jefferson looked back at him, an amused smile on his face. Alexander read the sticky note carefully.

Remember that essay Washing-Machine assigned? Yeah, I bet you already finished it, didn't you? Well, meet me by your locker after class is over and I need to just take a look at your work. Just to make sure you didn't get anything wrong ;)

Ps I'm coming wether or not you say yes

Alexander sighed and when the bell rang he went to his locker and pulled out his work. Jefferson strolled over with the usual egotistical smirk.

"I knew you would help me, dear friend," Jefferson said, his words laced with venom.

"I'm not your friend," Alexander sneered and reluctantly handed the work over. "I'm only doing this-"

"Because you're afraid of me," Jefferson finished, humor gleaming in his eyes. Alexander gritted his teeth.

"No-"

"Hush," Jefferson said and took his work.

Alexander walked out of the building to see John. He smiled at John, happy to see a face that hadn't been mean to him.

"How was class?" John asked, beginning to walk towards the dorm.

"Terrible," Alexander huffed. John chuckled.

"I thought I told you to have fun," John said.

"I tried!" Alexander said, walking beside him. John laughed once more. "Did you have fun?"

"Well, I outsmarted James."

"Oh, that guy? I heard he's Jefferson's best friend. I really don't like him. Well, I don't like any friend of Jefferson's, but that guy just really ticks me off and-" Alexander began to rant again. John smiled. Everything was perfect. Everything was how John wanted it to be. But then it just had to happen.

It just had to.

Thanks for reading! Cliffhanger :P @lucid220 you'll know what's gonna happen because we rped about this XD