Too Many Drinks | Lams

Chapter 12

  John felt his eyes drift open as the sun shone into his face, the rays making his skin feel rather warm. John felt something pressed against his ankle, a leg, Johns breath hitched, then realizing he had fallen asleep at Thomas's. He slipped quietly out of the bed placing the sheets back on Thomas. He glanced down at his phone that had been placed on the nightstand, it was 9am, how in the world am I awake? John was no early bird, which wasn't a surprise after a night of party. He grabbed his clothes from the previous night, tip-toeing into the bathroom. He turned on the light, squeezing his eyes shut from the bright lights, he slipped off Thomas' clothes putting on his clothes from the night before, that smelled lightly of the drink Thomas and John had shared the night before. He then folded the clothes Thomas had let him wear leaving them on the counter. He brushed through his hair with his fingers, wincing every time he ran into a knot, one of the pains of having long hair. He knew Thomas wouldn't be up anytime soon, and James Madison, from the looks of it when he awoke, wouldn't be either.

  John looked into the mirror at his appearance, sloppy, gross, he looked at his eyes, noticing the guilt lying within them. So many things to be guilty about, being queer, befriending Thomas behind Alex's back, being in love with Alex, doing unspeakable things. John felt his eyes water, but he choked it down, smiling slightly, "No," he spoke. "Today you are going to make it up to Alex, and today you aren't going to cry, you hear me?" John laughed, if Thomas or James were up, they'd definitely be questioning his sanity by now.

  John turned the lights off to the bathroom slipping back out, quietly grabbing his phone of the night stand he walked towards the door, keeping his heels off the ground. He put on his shoes and slipped out the door making sure to lock it behind him. Pulling out his phone he sent a quick text to Jefferson explaining about his disappearance. John wandered down the hall heading towards their dorm. Their dorm, Alex and John's dorm. John thought it was such a silly thing that he loved saying it was their apartment. John wondered if he should text Alex see if he's up, but at the same time, he wouldn't want to wake Alex. He made his way to the door. John waited outside the tattered dorm door, debating on what he should do.  He finally grabbed the key out from a pocket in his pants, inserting it into the knob he turns the door open, there was Alex, sitting up crying. John didn't know what to do, there was no way to back away, the door was completely open. So, instead, John pulled the key out of the door, shuffling inside the dorm, pulling the door shut.

   "Alex?" John spoke softly, "Alex, are you alright? Do you want to talk?"

  "John?" Alex spoke looking up, "John, I'd rather not talk about it at this second, maybe later."

  "Alex are those the clothes from last night? You look tired, did you sleep?"

  "..Yes?"

  "Alex," John pressed.

  "No," Alex spoke, admitting defeat.

  "Why Alex, what's wrong?"