Colors //Lams

Sangria

AN: am i the only one who remembers that one song that was like🎼and your lips taste like sangria~🎼 pfft wtf am I doing I can just attach a video // see if you know the song and comment.

Also apparently at least two people really like this book so updates will be much faster :)

You're driving me crazy dad, and I fucking hate you.

Is it sad that that's all I can think while I'm drinking? In fact, the only reason I got to go to this bar was because I was supposed to be on a date with Peggy. Peggy was in the corner with her sisters, high on God knows what, and Alexander was sitting across from me along with Lafayette and Hercules.

Lafayette was supposed to be driving tonight, so he was sober and trying to comfort me. "Come on, John, it'll be alright. When is he supposed to leave?"

"Next Friday I think. One week from now," I leaned forward, my face in my hands.

Alexander stood up and slid into the booth again, this time on my side. He rubbed my shoulder, his expression sympathetic. "Are you sure you can't just get a restraining order?"

I sighed deeply. "He's still my dad, no matter how awful he is. He's the only family that I have left. And I don't want to lose that,"

Alexander pulled me a little closer to him, and Laf and Herc threw me one last sad glance as they slipped away. Now it was just Alexander holding me in a room full of drunks as I thought about my asshole parent.

How romantic.

But Alex was here, and that made things a little easier. He held me in his lap and stroked my hair absentmindedly while he thought.

"John?"

"Yeah?" I took a swig of my beer and suddenly wanted a cigarette. I don't smoke, but I do start to feel self destructive after a while.

Alexander frowned as if he could tell what I was thinking. "Could you come to my place for the night and say that you're staying with Peggy? Would that work?"

I nodded slowly, wishing I was higher than this. "It probably would,"

I pulled out my phone and texted my dad.

Me: hello sir. Could I stay at Peggy's house for tonight? She's having a study group with some friends and I think I could help them.

Henry: what subject?

Me: math. There is a test in two weeks.

Henry: alright, but keep your phone close. I expect you to answer if I try to contact you.

Me: yes sir. Thank you.

I leaned back into Alexander, my expression just as sad as before. Alex nudged me playfully.

"It'll be okay, Johnny. Now you can spend the night at my place,"

I took an especially long swig of my drink. I felt sick. "So ya gonna have sex with me?" I slurred. "That's what everybody wants,"

Alexander's eyes widened. "No, of course not. You're staying here cause I want to protect you, not abuse you,"

I put a hand on his chest. "And what's in it for you?"

"You're safe. That's enough for me,"

"You don'" I hiccuped. "Even wanna kiss?"

Alexander didn't respond. His breath caught in his throat. He didn't want to take advantage of me, but he couldn't turn me down either. So he held his silence.

I didn't say anything, just pressed my mouth to his, kissing with vigor. He tasted like some strange fruity drink. Sangria? It was nice, not that I remember it all that clearly.

Another night with Alexander didn't sound bad.

Red for beginnings.
Ginger for memories.
Charcoal to light the fuse.
Ivory to seal the fate.
Violet for the fading light.
Cobalt for a quiet promise.
Mulberry to steal the hope.
Sangria for the savior's bed.

AN: secks or no secks in the next chapter? YoU vOtE