Too Many Drinks | Lams

Chapter 11

"Thomas, wait," James grabbed his arm, "Why don't you have John call Alex, just so that they can try to start to clear things up, I just don't want to ruin things between them," James let go of Thomas turning off the light to the bathroom.

"Alright, I'll go talk to him," Thomas said making his way back to where he had left John.

John was fidgeting with his fingers laying back on Thomas's bed, "Hey."

"John? We should talk for a second," Thomas sat down at the end of the bed.

  "What about?"

  "Alex," Thomas watched as pain flooded back into John's eyes.

"Why," His voice was small, cracked as he spoke even.

"You love him, that's obvious, but you messed up. I know you were angry because of that girl and because how angered he was that we even know each other but, I think you should at least call him, especially, since you love him."

"But, what if he doesn't want to talk? And besides he doesn't even know you, all you two do is bicker back and forth, he shouldn't have been so quick to judge," John said.

"And you shouldn't have been so quick to leave," Thomas smirked.

"Fine, whatever," John blew a hair that had fallen out of his ponytail away from his face, he reached into his pocket pulling out his phone.

  Turning it on he went through his contacts, clicking on one with a long, odd name, Thomas assumed it was a stupid nickname for Alexander. They sat, as the phone rang, John losing hope as he heard each ring. No one picked up. John called again, it rang once, twice, three times, then there was a pause, "Hello?" The voice didn't sound like Alex's, it seemed quite, soft.

  "Hello?" John spoke as if talking to a baby that had just fallen asleep.

  "John?" Alex spoke softly.

  "Alex, I'm sorry," John lifted a hand to his face wiping the tears that once again fell down his face, "I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry that I never told you about being friends with Thomas, I was just afraid you'd be upset, but the guy isn't that bad when he's not arguing with you. In fact, he loves hearing me talk about you. He's the reason I tell you not to worry about me walking home alone, because I'm usually with someone, him usually. I'm sorry that I just left, I just didn't want to look at you knowing that I made you that upset. Which is stupid and I'm sorry about that," John smiled slightly, Alex hadn't hung up yet.

  "John.. I'm sorry that I freaked out," Alex sniffles, "I shouldn't have freaked out over the fact you made friends with someone, even if it happens to be the guy that I go toe to toe with every other week, but that's none of your problems, that's my choice to bicker with him. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped when you left, will you be, uh, back tomorrow?" A little bit of hope peeked through Alex.

"I think so, Alex, do you forgive me?"

"You can't have a best friend if you are mad at them," Alex chuckled lightly wiping his face.

"That's true."

"Goodnight John," Alex said.

"Goodnight Alex," John hung up, "I love you."

"That sounded like it went alright, eh?" Thomas asked.

"Seemingly so, he forgave me, sounded like he was crying, I guess him and I are even, on emotions. If only I could tell him how I feel," John looked at the ground.

"At least he forgave you, I've never seen Alex get over an argument so fast," Thomas laughed.

"Me either, honestly, I wonder why," John let himself get lost in his thoughts for a moment.

"Hey, John?" Thomas snapped his fingers in front of Johns face.

John shook his head returning back to reality, "Yeah?"

"Here," Thomas handed John a white tee and navy blue shorts, "These are some of my old clothes, the bathroom is over there," he pointed, "We can talk about sleeping arrangements when you get back.

John wandered into the bathroom slipping off his clothes and changing into Thomas's, the tee shirt was slightly big , it hanging to the side of his right shoulder slightly, the shorts he had to tie so that they wouldn't hang so low on his hips.

Thomas walked away from James before changing, a black shirt and black shorts, he made his way back to his bed sitting down waiting for John. Not too late after John came out of the bathroom.

Thomas laughed, "Well you are smaller than me."

"Shut it Jefferson, so where am I crashing? The floor?" John smiled slightly.

"Three options. Option One, you sleep on floor, I sleep on the bed. Option Two, you sleep on the bed, I sleep on the floor. Option Three, I scoot my lazy self over and we manage to share the bed."

"Well, option one, is a no go, and I feel bad if I make you sleep on the floor after you let me stay in your house, so does three work with you?" John asked.

"As long as you don't hog the bed too much," Jefferson spoke jumping back onto the bed.

"I'll make sure I push you off," John chuckled, crawling into the bed.

"Just go to sleep," James muttered from under the covers of his own bed, "and get the lights."

"John you are closer, get the lights," Thomas groaned trying to get comfortable, maybe trying to sleep with John here would be a little more difficult then he thought.

"Fine," John sighed, crawling out from under the covers turning the knob of the lamp, he watched as the room went dark, minus the small light that was plugged into the wall in the bathroom.

John didn't sleep for at least a few hours, tossing and turning trying not to wake up Thomas.

"..John, go to sleep," Thomas muttered half asleep, he pulled John towards him, whispering, "or I may accidentally pushing you off the bed."

"Alright, I get it," John let his eyelids fall shut, kicking Thomas lightly in the shin, "Ill be the one to push off the bed though."

"We will see about that."

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A/N 1050 words, woo! I feel really evil writing this story just because of future plot line I have picked out, oops. Oh well, Hope you are doing alright