I'm Fine |Lams Fanfiction|

First Interactions

Alexander

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I had finished unpacking about an hour ago, so I lied on my bed waiting for my roommate. I starred at the ceiling, making sure I had packed everything in the right place and locked up what had needed to be locked up. Wait a moment, had I? I began to get up to double check when there was a knock on the door. That must be John. I quickly jogged over to the door and opened it. There stood a boy, a bit taller than myself. He had freckles speckled across his face, almost like stars. His eyes were a deep brown. He smiled and put out his hand to shake. "Hi, I'm John" I hesitated before shaking his hand. "Alex" We stood there for a moment before I let him in. I sat down on my bed. "I already took this bed, if you don't mind" I looked over to John, who then looked down, face slightly pink. I smiled a bit before getting up and going into the bathroom. I stared in the mirror.

"Uh, Alexander?" I didn't spare him a glance. "Yeah?" I heard something being picked up. "What's this box?" I immediately turned around, and I saw a small wooden box that was unlocked, and he was about to open it. Shit! I quickly ran over to him and grabbed the box out of his hands. I quickly closed it before he saw anything. I hadn't noticed how close we were until I glanced up. "Sorry, there's just some personal things-" I looked up, and the only thing separating us was a few inches on space. I felt my face grow warm. "U-uh, there are just personal things that I-I would rather others not see." I quickly looked down, and backed up into a dresser. I took the key around my neck and locked up the tiny box. I looked back up at John, who had also looked down, flustered. I turned and carefully placed the box in one of the drawers that my belongings occupied. I sighed with relief. I walked back over to my bed, which was parallel with John's. He was unpacking the rest of his things. He noticed that I was staring at him. We made eye contact for a split second. He turned away, hiding his face. I couldn't keep myself from smiling. I don't even remember the last time I really smiled after my m- I stood and walked to the dresser, opening a drawer. I swiftly grabbed clothes, and glanced over to John, who was reading a book. I looked out of the window to make sure that it wasn't raining. I walked into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind myself. I looked at myself in the mirror, and sighed. I began to get undressed. I looked at my arms after taking off of my hoodie. I felt my eyes sting as I saw the fresh cuts and scars. I brought my hands up to my face and wiped the tears away. I finished taking off my pants and turned on the water. I put my arm under the water, which was cold.

The rain continued to hit my face as I looked at my destroyed home. I dropped to my knees and cried, the tears mixed in with the water.

I shook my head and turned the water up so that it was warmer and got in. God, I hate water, but it seems to be the only escape other than working. I wish that all of the pain would go away, but now there was another person around that possibly cared, so I pushed that idea out of my head knowing how it affected me when my cousin killed himself. I still remember walking in on him that day, there he hang, motionless. I sat down in a ball and closed my eyes. Why was life so god damn hard? If one more thing happens, I might do what he did.

After a while of sitting there, I stood and rinsed myself off. I turned off the shower and stepped out. I dried myself off and put on the comfy hoodie and jogging pants. I hung the towel up and stepped out of the bathroom. Cool air hit me and my eye adjusted to the fairly dim room. John looked up, tiredly stretching and smiling. "That took a while" He said jokingly. I gave him a friendly smile, not to happy that it looked fake (it was) but not so sad that I looked depressed. I sat down on my bed and grabbed my laptop. I opened it and started writing a self assigned essay, at least attempting to keep my mind off of life. I took the key off of my neck and lied it on the nightstand beside my bed. I opened a few new tabs and typed away.

[Hello beautiful people! I hope that you enjoyed the first part of my story! I've always had a bit of trouble with introductions. This story is influenced pretty heavily by a few role-plays my girlfriend and I did (you know who you are, Love <3), fun fact, this was originally supposed to start out making you think it was Jamilton, but transferring over to Lams, but I didn't know how to do that smoothly. I can't wait for the next chapter! Hint: It has to do with rain! Anyway, hope you continue reading! My Instagram is @planet.smol.bean. 2435 Love you, bye!]