Lams Fluff [In Progress]

I hate you, I love you

A/U: I hate this song. I love Lams. It works.

"I HATE YOU! Get away from me!" I scream as Alex takes an angry step towards me.

"I can't apologize because it's true!" He shouts. "Why are you like this, Jackie-"

"Don't call me that!" I shriek. "You never change! you just do things to make me angry!" He crosses his arms. "You're wrong. YOU are the one that's a sniveling little snit, and YOU-"

"Get away from me, you bastard FAG!!" I say on the brink of tears. Alex looks shocked. He lowers his head and then throws it back and shakes his hair. That's his signature move when he's hurt. Badly hurt. " I am going to bed." he says in a tight voice. "Don't bother to join me." I flinch when I hear the door slam. I feel like sobbing.

I was wrong.

But I don't know how to tell him.

As I get ready to sleep on the couch, a sneaky idea pops into my head. It might work... but I was sort of saving it for valentines. I want him with me again. to forgive me. But my logic is that if I don't fix this now, or relationship might not make it to valentines. And I would die I that'd happen. I blush at myself in the mirror when I see how the outfit looks on me. Very slutty. There's black lace on me, but red on my neck. I softly knock on our door, because Alex and I recently started sleeping in the same bed, before creeping in. Alex is turned, facing away from me.

"Get out before I hurt you." He mumbles into the pillow. Right now I'm imagining a whole different kind of hurt. "or what?" I purr. He turns over, saying, "Or-" He sees me. By now I have one knee on the bed. He huffs, looking at every inch of me. "I'm not in the mood." He says, before turning over with a thump. He defiantly is, he just doesn't know it.

"Alexander, I'm really, really sorry." i say in a low voice. "I don't want you distanced form me anymore. You're a part of me I can't live without." I kneel at the head of his bed. "I love you." I whisper. He turns over, his face an inch from mine.

"You do?"

"I do." And then he kisses me.  When he pulls away, I'm grinning. He gives me a sneaky look and says, " You know, of course, you owe me. you're gonna have to pay."

"Of course."

"Sometime, say, around valentines?"

"it's like one mind." I crawl in next to him and wrap my arms around him and rest my cheek on his back. I've never felt more safe in my life. i really do love him. The idea of marriage pops into my head, where I banish it along with the introduced-to-smut-at-age-six, tarantula-in-my-pants, and getting-humiliated-for-being-gay memories.

"I love you." I whisper one more time. He's asleep, but... I see him smile.