Lams Fluff [In Progress]

Netflix and Turtles

That night, as Alexander moved the last of his stuff into his new room, he wondered what he was supposed to do now. He and John were not allowed to enter Laf's and Herc's dorm, and Alex certainly did not want to.

Alex's POV
Ew. Don't even think about that.
Alex shook his head as he put up posters of Lin Manuel Miranda, one of the greatest playwrights and historians of all time. In Alex's history classes, he learned with everyone else that Lin was one of the founding fathers and basically started our whole financial system. Alex heard a small knock on his door and faintly turned pink as he saw Laurens standing there, light dancing across his body. John cleared his throat.
"Uh, s-so what do you want to do? I mean we are basically stuck here..." He trailed off.
Alex looked down and squirmed a bit. "I-i don't know, what do you want to do?" John looked at his curiously as he learned his arm against the door frame. His freckles stood out, contrasting sharply with the softness in his eyes as the fair light from the window flickered across his face.
You are making such a fool out of yourself. You don't ask a question someone just asked you!
"Do you want to watch Netflix?" John whispered, breaking the silence. Alex looked back up. "S-sure." He stuttered, mentally kicking himself.

John's POV
Alex is acting so awkward. But there's no way he'd like me... right? It's just moving jitters. I'm sure he feels like he got kicked out, being so new to the group and all... He looks so cute when he's nervous. His nose gets all scrunchy and his eyebrows furrow together... focus, John! I wish I could make it seem like he's part of our family, so he wasn't so awkward.
"Do you want to watch Netflix?" John blurted.
Stupid stupid stupid! John kept repeating that in his head until the word became unhinged from its meaning. "S-sure" Alex said. John glances at Alexander one last time before turning around to the living room/mudroom/ kitchen. Basically the dorm was a small public area with two rooms on the very end. It was cozy, though. Alex got a good, actual look around as he followed John.
I hope Alexander doesn't think the turtle posters and pillows are weird.
The living room part had a sort of ocean theme. The couch and love seat were a light blue while the chair was a darker purple, with a knitted light green/ turquoise blanket thrown over the back.
Everything complemented each other, probably because Hercules had the best fashion sense out of the whole group. There was a soft pink rug that looked like red coral, and a dark mahogany coffee table. There were three dark green turtle pillows, and a square plush one that said, "I have decided to be happy because it's good for my health". Alex caught sight of a small painting hanging on the wall, that said, 'my brain capacity for bullshit is full today. Alex laughed, causing John to turn around. "What?" He asked. Alex pointed to the painting. "That's funny."
Oh, please don't ask, please don't ask.
"Did you do that?" F*ck "um, yeah. I like painting and drawing and stuff. What do you want to watch?" Alex shrugged and bit his lip.
Oh, God. That's so, so hot. You can NOT let him get away from you. "I don't know, this is your place. Let's watch what you want to watch." John blushed. So nice. "Oh, okay. Have a seat." He fiddled with the remote control and put on a turtle documentary. (Of course) John sat down next to Alexander and put a blanket around himself. Then he did the total middle schooly think and put his hand in between the two of them.
After a few minutes in, John was totally in rapture with it, when he felt Alexander's eyes on him. Alex coughed quietly, and John turned to look at him. "So... I was wondering... could I get to know a bit more about you?" Alex said softly. John fiddled with the edge of the blanket. "Um, yeah. So, my parents are super, like, anti-gay and stuff, so they're pretty disappointed with me, and so I had to hide my sexuality until they started paying for my college tuition, which isn't right, I know. I like apple pie, but not any other kind. I like turtles, painting, and just art in general. My favorite color is forest green, and I used to play the guitar." Alex nodded.
I need to get him to talk.
"So what about you, what's your story?" John said, nudging Alex's shoulder with his. Alex sharply inhaled. "Um. Well, I lived in the Caribbean, um, my mother and I got very, very sick with a disease that came through my town. My- my mother died from it. My father's already out of the picture by then; son of a bitch was swamped in debt and he and my mother weren't married. So.. I went to my cousin's to live. When - when he committed suicide, I had to do something to st-stay ahead of the pain. I got a job as a clerk in a little store, but I started writing and writing. People in my city read it, and were moved to kindness by my stories. I basically wrote my way out of there, because people raised money to get me a plane to New York. I got a scholarship, thankfully. And yeah, here I am." John could tell he tried to end on a high note, and sugar coated a lot of it.
Just go for it!!! Do it!!
John hesitantly placed his hand on Alex's. "That is amazing what people did for you. You must be really talented." Alex was just staring at their hands. His face was a deep magenta. John continued. "I know that took a lot of courage to tell someone all that that you just met a few days ago. I'm sorry you had to go through all of that alone. But you can trust me; I like you, Alex."
Well, now you just went and blew it.
Laurens paled and then blushed a second later. "I-I mean I think your a-a nice person, and uh, as a friend! I um, erm, *sigh* sorry." John looked down and rubbed in between his eyes.
You just set yourself up for disappointment.
Alexander looked over at John and without a word hugged John. "I-" sputtered, then accepted the hug. Alexander let go and softly kissed John's soft lips. "I like you too, John." He whispered as he was getting up. Then Alex called over his shoulder, "Goodnight!" As he walked to his new room, leaving John speechless and helpless.