Only A Matter Time

Chapter 3

Wedding Plans and Weed

Alexander's POV

"Lafayette we don't need 2 cakes", I sigh, pinching the bridge of mu nose.

"Hear me out mon ami. What if we run out, and someone doesn't get any?", he tries to reason with me, sitting on my coffee table.

"That's why we'll just get one really big cake", I explain.

"But Alexander-"

John invited Herc and Laf over to help with wedding planning, but so far all we've decided on is food.

"Please Alexander", Lafayette begs, pouting.

"Fine!", I relent. "We can get too cakes, but that's it. We still don't even have a venue."

"We could have it outside", John suggest. "In that little park I took you to when I tried to teach you how to ride a bike-"

"And then I lost control and fell into the lake?"

"Yup that's the one", he laughs. "I was thinking because it's so beautiful there...."

"And it's surprisingly never busy", I mutter. "Hun that's a perfect place."

"I'm looking into booking it right now", Hercules says, typing on his computer.

"Thanks Herc."

"No problem. Laf has to be back at work in 30 minutes so we have to go though", say Herc, standing up from the chair.

"Thanks for all the help.

We wave goodbye and they leave me and Alex sitting together on the couch.

"John, I'm so excited", I smile.

John reaches over and squeezes my hand.

John's phone starts to ring.

"Hello?.... Yes this is John Laurens.... Oh, hello Mr. Adams how are you?"

He stays silent for a while, then his eyes get huge. "Oh sir! That's wonderful..... Yes sir!.... Bright and early... See you there. Goodbye." He hangs up.

"Who was that?", I ask.

"You know how I applied for for a job as an art teacher at an elementary school a few months ago?"

"I thought they had already hired someone else", I replied.

"They did, but whoever they chose couldn't take it for some reason. That was the principal of the school
Alex, I got the job", he smiles.

"John, that's great! I'm so proud of you", I say. I lean over and kiss him on the cheek.

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Thomas's POV

"Thomas I'm home!", I hear James call.

"Shit", I mumble. I snuff out the blunt and hide it behind a throw pillow on the couch. I fan the air.

"Tommy?", he calls again.

"I'm in the living room!", I yell back. He walks in.

"Hey babe." I greet him with a kiss on the cheek.

"You will not believe the day I've had at work", he says rolling his eyes.

"Tell me all about it."

"Samuel Seabury was being a total jerk", James complains. "He steals all my freaking paper clips off my desk, he's always interrupting me when I talk, and he's keeps saying mean things under his breath about me."

"Darlin' you gotta start speaking up for yourself", I say wearily.

"I know I just...", he stops and contorts his face in expression of confusion. "Thomas what's that smell?

"I don't know what your talking about."

"Do not lie to me", he demands. "Your eyes are red."

"Um allergies?"

"Thomas Jefferson."

I sigh and reach behind the pillow, pulling out the blunt.

"Dang it Thomas!" He stands up
"I thought you were done with this."

"I know darlin', I'm sorry-"

"Don't "darlin" me, and don't apologize either. I'm sick of this!"

"Look I'm trying-"

"And I get that! But stop hiding it from me. I'm tired of the secrets. Ever since last year you've been hiding things from me. You've  started smoking and you come home at all times of the nights. How do you even expect me to trust you?" His voice cracks and he turns from me

Oh great he's crying.

"Jemmy-", I stand up and grab his shoulder, but he pulls back.

"Don't touch me." He wipes his eyes on the sleeve of his sweater. "I'm leaving. Come find me when you can be honest."

He leaves and I here the door slam.

What the heck do I do?

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Honestly y'all probably got trust issues cause I horrible at updating. And this chapter really wasn't that good tbh
i don't really have anything of importance to say except I'm sorry and currently trying to balance a super busy schedule and that's why I haven't updated in awhile.

Bye beautiful humans 🌈❤️