Creekside || Lams Modern Au Fanfiction

Chapter One - John Laurens

///trigger: homophobia and homophobic slurs///
///not at all historically accurate///
///John and Alex are both ten at the moment///

*Alex POV*

I sighed, wiping a strand of my long black hair out of my face.

It was SO HOT outside, and being in the open sun at Creekside Park did not make that better.

After some searching, I actually found some shade under an Oak.

Leaning my head about the tree, I started to read my book.

It was interesting, and I finished it quite fast.

"And they lived happily ever after..."

Those words were ringing in my head. It could never be that way for me.

See, I grew up in a pretty forgotten island as a poor child, and earlier this year, my father left me and my mother, for some strange reason.

My mother keeps saying I will understand when I am older.

Anyway, after my father left, me and my mother boarded a ship to New York.

(just go with it y'all ik the time line makes no sense).

Oh, also the ship caught on fire on its way to New York.

But now that I'm here, it feels so unfamiliar and I know no one.

But maybe that's a good thing.

When I used to live in the carribian, people used to call my mother a whore (because she had me before her and my father got married).

We basically had a reputation.

Everyone knew us, but not in a good way.

But now that I'm here, I feel lonely. I have no friends here.

In my ten years of living, things have been pretty rough.

I mean, I don't know if I have it better here or there.

Everything is just so confusing...

I was suddenly snapped out of my thoughts when I heard crying.

I looked up and saw this boy about my age, with frizzy light brown hair pulled back in a low ponytail, and freckles covering his body, sitting on the swings crying silently.

Hm?

This was odd. Creekside Park isn't very well-known. It's actually very hidden from the public.

You basically have to walk through a mile of prickly shrubery to get here.

This was my private sanctuary. My place to escape. My secret hideout.

How'd this kid find this place?

Something about him interested me, so I decided that I needed to investigate.

No.

I feel bad for him. He's crying for God's sake.

I'm just gonna ask him what's wrong.

Walking slowly, I made my way over to him, and when I reached him, I slowly sat down on the swing next to him.

Go for it, Alex. You can do this. Just talk. I prep myself.

See, I kinda have an anxiety problem. It's hard for me to talk to kids I don't know.

"Hi.." I said quitely. It came out more as a question than I wanted it to.