My Name Is Alexander [LAMS]

Quick Silence

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They walk down the halls, Alexander eating a sandwich that John gave him ("No buts Lex, I know for a fact that you didn't eat breakfast this morning. Eat") and the taller boy holding his boyfriend's hand, as if he were to run away from him any second now. They were silent. It wasn't awkward, but neither it was comfortable. It was just silence.

Alexander appreciated the quiet for once.

On the way to the exit, Alexander feels the urge to slam this one dude who's giving them odd looks against the locker. But John, oh so saint John, grasps tightly at his hand, calming him down.

And the he screams at the dude to fuck off.

Alexander loves his boyfriend.

He laughs, breaking their personal silence, and when John looks at him he only responds with a peck on the cheek. There is no need to worry about anything, he tries to tell him with the kiss. And they just keep walking in silence, but this time it is more comforting than not.

But silence and safeness makes time go quick like the pocket watch of a white rabbit, and before they even get to have another exchange of gestures they are in front of the Washington's doorstep.

"John I don't want to" Alexander whines.

"Well too bad Babyboy, my sister is actually around today and it wouldn't be favorable if she saw you there" John said. "Let's just go in"

And so Alexander fearfully steps into the house, one tiny step after the other and making sure his hand is on John's at all times. He tries to sneak into his room like he would so often do, but just when he thought they could get away with breaking in unnoticed Alexander sees George staring at them from his bedroom door. Discretely, Alex drops John's hand and tries to act like he is not wishing to jump out of the window right now.

"Heyyy George" He manages to pull out of his throat. "How's it hanging?"

"Alexandra" George says and oh. Because after spending so much time with John he actually manages to forget that that's his real name.

"Yes?" He squeaks.

"I received a phone call from your school today" There is no way this is gonna end well. "They said you've been getting into a lot of fights recently.

Both Alexander and John remain silent.

"What's going on, daughter?"

"Don't call me that" He mumbles.

"I know you're going through rough times with your teenage changes, the King incident and now Lafayette" He didn't even want to think about that. "But you don't have to do this, you can talk to me, you're my daughter"

"I'm not your daughter" His breathing was starting to get faster and John noticed, but he knew it was better to not interfiere.

"If you want, we can look for a therapist to help you. They can actually be quite fun" Yeah, right. "Martha used to go to a therapist when she was your age"

"I don't need a therapist, and I'm okay. Me getting into fights it's none of your business"

"Of course is my business!" Alex couldn't tell if George wanted to yell or cry. "You're part of this family, Alex, you're my daughter–"

"Call me like that one more time!" He broke. "I'm not your daughter!! I never have and I never will, I am a boy!"