Rebels: A Hamilton AU (*DISCONTINUED*)

2.) Starbucks

John's POV

I wake up the next morning to the sound of a car alarm going off right outside the apartment. Ugh, whyyy. Groaning, I sit up and stretch my arms, feeling more tired than I have in weeks. Over to my left, I see a naked Alex still in a blissful state of sleep. Oh no, not again. This is the fifth time this has happened in two weeks.

Lifting off the covers, I slowly make my way over to the dresser and reach into a drawer for a pair of boxers and sweatpants. I sigh to myself, looking at Alex with sorrowful eyes. I can't keep letting this happen. I can't continue allowing him to seduce me like this when he won't even be seen with me. I keep my gaze on him and watch as his face forms a somewhat content expression; it suits him so much better than his usual coldness. I know that what we're doing isn't healthy, but why does he have to be so damn cute?

Yawning, I look at the clock: 11:37 AM? Yeah, I should probably wake Alex up. I stride back over to the couch and lean down to gently poke his shoulder. "Alex," I lean in close to his face and whisper. "It's 11:37, time to get up." Suddenly, I feel a hand hit the back of my head with a large amount of force. "Fuck off," he mumbles back. I huff and stand up straight, "Fine, I guess I'll just leave you here while I go get Starbucks by myself then."

I knew that would work. All of a sudden, Alex jolts upright and sprints over to the dresser. "You know that I can't resist coffee," he says, struggling to put on his ripped shirt and many bracelets. Laughing at the spectacle, I put on my own outfit and signature tattoo choker.

Once we are finished getting ready, Alex and I throw on our shoes and hit the streets. It's sunny outside and the birds that sit in the trees fill the air with beautiful songs. I've always liked to listen to the birds' songs; they're almost like inside jokes that only they can understand. I let out a content sigh and continue walking along the sidewalk, allowing a small smile to form on my lips. Looking over at Alex, he seems to be enjoying the day too. We've been out of the apartment for a whole five minutes and I haven't heard a single complaint from him the entire time. I keep stealing small glances at him out of the side of my eye. The sun hits his body at angle just right so that his eyes glitter and his arms look so defined. The breeze blows through his ponytail with ease and causes his hair to gently flow out behind him. I sigh while looking at Alex for the second time today: if only things with him weren't so complicated.

I'd never admit this to Alex, but I have a sort of weakness for him. Every time he seduces me like he did last night, I cherish it until its final moments. He puts up this front that makes him seem so cold and distanced from everyone, but I've seen him act differently. When it's just me and him, he's compassionate, he's loving. I might even go so far as to say that it seems like he deeply cares for me. What I can never understand is why he refuses to show this to anyone else. Why can't he show other people that he cares about me? I've asked myself this so many times, but I can never come up with an answer or even sit Alex down to ask him why. What he doesn't know is that our secretive relationship actually hurts me, and each time he pushes me away it feels like a knife to the heart. Am I just not good enough for him?

"John? We're here."

My thoughts are interrupted by Alex holding the Starbucks' door open for me. Walking in, I make a beeline for the counter while Alex goes and gets a table. Peggy is standing at the register, snapchatting her many fans and followers. Not too long ago, Peggy started a gaming channel on YouTube and it immediately took off. People loved the fact that not only was she a girl, but she was also better than most of the guy gamers. She isn't all that famous yet, but she's definitely been recognized out on the street once or twice. However, YouTube doesn't pay all the bills, so she took up a barista job.