Too Many Drinks | Lams

Chapter 3

John let's his clothes fall off his body to the ground, then throwing them into the laundry basket. He moved the shower curtain letting his hand slip into the water testing the temperature, he stepped in letting the water fall onto his back. He breathed, feeling as each drop hit his back with slight force. His muscles relaxed, as he felt his hangover slowly begin to slip away, drip, dripping down the drain, along with the water. His head began to pound less and less, and he smiled lightly, his hair was still pulled into an almost perfect pony tail by Alexander. He left it like that, letting his hair get soaked by the water, he washed his skin, then used shampoo to clean his hair, siding against using conditioner for how tired he was. He turned the heat of the water down letting the cool water drip down his front side. Turning the water off, John stepped out of the shower, drying with a towel, then wrapping it around his waist, tucking it in so it wouldn't fall. He looked in the mirror his eyes trailing from his collarbones to his eyes, studying his features, including the noticeable freckles that traveled from ear to ear over his nose. He shrugged lightly, it took him so many years of his life to get use to the freckles that could be seen on most of his skin, he was teased by some boys, but practically ran over by girls, both which he hated. At a young age John realized he wasn't like other boys, he didn't like the girls in their floral dresses and leggings, not even the ones with the jeans and jackets. By high school he finally figured out why, as those few high school girls at the parties to lured him in, and showed him their short skirts and laced bras, he come to terms he liked boys, he was gay. Even though he was proud and okay with who he was, he kept quiet. His friends meant too much to him to say anything so instead he just said he was waiting for the right girl that wasn't throwing herself at him. Though not many did, now it was mostly the purely drunk ones, but he needed a convincing way on why he isn't with girls at parties. Leaving his thoughts behind he shaved his face, getting rid of the little stubble beginning to grow. He looked at himself and smiled, he was okay with how he looked finally, he was happy here in this dorm with Alex, Alex. Alex was home he had remembered looking down, he realized he was naked and did not have a change of clothes with him. He did not want to walk out so he called out, "Alex? Alex? Bring me clothes please!" The air was silent and Joh huffed realizing he must have went out somewhere. So he walked out, his towel hanging low on his hips, a slight v line on his front side that lead down under the towel. He took his time walking towards the drawers, when he heard a small gasp. There laid Alex on his bed, his chest pressing against the sheets, his hand holding a pen that was connected to the paper of his journal, his position now frozen as he saw John naked in the middle of the dorm, with nothing more than a low towel.

"Laurens! Get dressed!" Alex yelled looking away.

"I'm sorry Alex!" John hustled putting on underwear and denim blue jeans. "There! I have pants on your eyes are fine Alexander."

Ale chuckled lightly lifting his head out of the journal, "now why exactly were you walking around naked? Are you still drunk?"

John smiled, "Very funny 'Xander, but I called out for you to grab me clothes but you," he pointed towards the boy on the bed, "did not reply, so I had to walk onto the battlefield. It's your fault."

Alex huffed his hair falling into face, "I left you coffee in the kitchen, now leave me alone for ten minutes so I can finish writing," Alexander spoke, his tone not harsh, but kind.

"Okay, thanks Alex," John wandered into the kitchen waiting patiently as his best friend to finish up working on his favorite hobby, his pride and joy, his writing, in that mysterious journal of his.