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Sorry the next few chapters are so short. It was either make a super long chapter, or break it up into parts. Obviously I'm lazy and broke it up into parts. So yeah....
Annnyyyywaaaaaays... E N J O Y !
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John woke up with the feeling of dread. Today was Alexander's bachelor party.
Even though John had been the one planning it and making the arrangements, he was worried about everything. Would Alex like the events lined up for him? Would he like the food? The biggest worry of John's was what the interaction would be between the two of them. John wasn't sure if he was prepared to spend the weekend faking being happy for Alexander. He definitely wasn't sure if he was prepared to deny a drunk Alexander's wishes for intimacy.
He worried and worried and worried as he packed his things into his suitcase and carry-on.
He worried and worried and worried as he hailed a taxi.
He worried and worried and worried as he rode all the way to the limousine company.
He worried and worried and worried as he sat in the back of the limo on the way to each of Alex's friends' houses.
He worried and worried and worried the most as he approached Alex's apartment building.
The limo waited outside, as John, Hercules, Aaron, Thomas, and James quietly snuck up to Alex's apartment. It was 4 o'clock in the morning. Alex usually got up at 5 o'clock.
John took out the key he had kept since they broke up, for reasons he did not speak about when asked by his friends earlier that month when he explained the party plans. As quietly as humanly possible, John unlocked the door and led the rest of the party guests inside, motioning for them to enter quietly. Once inside, John propped the door open for a quick escape. After their fast exit plan was set in place, John led them into Alex's bedroom, Hercules following with a potato sack, Aaron with a gag cloth, and Thomas and James with rope. They snuck in quietly, carefully avoiding the cans of RedBull that litter the floor.
Soon, the group surrounded a sleeping Alex, who was sprawled out all over the bed, everyone looking at John waiting for the signal. John stood at the foot of Alex's bed, watching him a moment while he slept. He was so peaceful, so beautiful. John missed being next to him, pushing him off when he took up too much room, snuggling with him until they both fell asleep. Alex shifted in his dreams, snapping John back to reality. John nodded to his friends.
Before Alex could even open his eyes, let alone scream, Aaron had stuffed the cloth into his mouth, Thomas and James had sat him up and tied his hands and feet together with the rope, and Hercules had thrown the sack over his head. The four men carried their "hostage" down to the limo while John packed Alex a bag for the weekend. As John began shoving clothes in a bag, he heard Thomas exclaim, "I've dreamed about this moment for years!". John let out a soft chuckle.
He looked around the apartment he knew like the back of his hand. He knew every inch, every closet, every drawer. But now, as he stood there alone, it felt like another planet. A planet that was home to a man he felt he barely knew anymore.
Quickly, he finished packing Alex's stuff, including his passport, and locked the apartment door before heading down to meet the rest of the guys, and a squirming Alex, down at the limo.
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Forgiven But Not Forgotten
FanfictionAlexander Hamilton arrives at his best friend John Laurens' house with some news. What he didn't realize was that John hadn't let go of the past and the feelings the two of them had shared together...
