Lams Fluff [In Progress]

You knock me out, I fall apart.

"Alex you know I can't leave you alone, and I know you want to go oooooouuut." Peggy whined as she tugged on my hand. She can't even touch my bandaged arms anymore. "Fuck off, Peggy. Leave me alone." I say, scowling. I haven't been left alone for the past three days without John. It's been awful. I miss him.
People on the street pull their children away from me now. I only wear tattered black clothing and I haven't slept at all. It looks like I'm a leper or something. I got two new piercings, one drunk night. Two rectangles. One at the top if my ear, and one at the bottom, connected by a chain. There's always a pain in my chest. There are burns across my chest. Cuts from when I've fallen. There's an ache in my stomach that I purposefully keep there.
Because I deserve it.

"Yoo-hoo, Lexi!" Peggy calls, snapping her fingers in my face. "C'mon, you know you want to go out with Herc and the girls. Numbing your senses and getting drunk into oblivion?? Too good of an offer to pass up." She does have a point. But I don't want to be stared at. "What about other people?" I say with a frown. Peggy puts her hands on her hips. "Alex what are the chances of there being people freakier than us there?" She always manages to bring a small laugh out of me. "Zero." I say. "Exactly. Well be on top of the world! Now cmon. Let's goooo!!"  I sigh.
"Fine. I'm in. But it's your fault."

John POV
"Um, so, John, I was wondering if, maybe, it'd be a good idea for you to go out and get a few drinks, and maybe get your mind off your... situation." Thomas said awkwardly, rubbing his neck. I was wrapped in a blanket, trying not to sneeze. I had been caught in a downpour the day before, and now had a slight head cold. I tugged the black beanie covering my head, pulling it done over my ears.
"I don't know, Tommy. I don't feel so well." I sigh. "Will you just do it for me? Please?" I'd never heard him say that before. And he had been really sweet these past couple of days, not to mention letting me stay with him until I got things sorted out. He's not that bad. "Alright. But I need to change. Do you want your jacket back?"
He laughs, saying, " Hell no. You've been wearing that thing for the past three days. That thing needs to get washed. I'll wear something else." He grabs my hand and pulls me off the couch. I stumble, and end up a little too close to him. I clear my throat and mumble something about needing a clothes change. He blinks and step back. "Do you... want to go back to get clothes, or?" I shake my head. "I... I can't do that just yet, I need time... do you, would you have any clothes small enough for me top change into?" He nods and says, "Yeah, I do have a couple pairs of smaller clothes." I wiggle my eyebrows, saying, "for when James stays over??" Surprisingly, he scowls, angrily saying, "No." He obviously doesn't want to talk about it.

No one's POV
As Alexander and Peggy were heading to the most popular club near campus and John was getting ready to go to the same bar with Jefferson, an incredibly dorky and badass woman was walking through the streets of her city, notebook in hand. She was kinda short, with neon green streaks in her hair. She had on a red beanie, and a very large oversize black backpack that was almost completely covered in pins. She chewed on her pencil and a lightbulb went off in her head. She grinned, and to the displeasure of those around her, she sat down on the side walk, criss cross apple sauce. She opened her notebook and started scribbling. Suddenly, our beloved characters, John and Jefferson, appeared, walking down the sidewalk.
John's POV
"I mean it's not like I... I can deal with living without him, i- OOF!" Ow! What the f- did up just trip over a person. The person on the ground looked up. "Bitch, I'm trying to write a story right now." I'm.... so confused.
"Excuse me?" I ask. She snorts. "I said, I was trying to write a story." She points at Jefferson. "He was just about to confess his undying love for you, and you were just talking about how you'll never be able to figure things out with your sorta ex, Alexander. But you should know that he's doing it to save your life." She stands. What.  This is sooo weird. She's crazy. "Yes. I am. Thank you." She looks thoughtful. "But what is insanity, if not the loftiest intelligence?" How does she know that i- "magic." ... I don't trust her. "You shouldn't." Jefferson tugs on Laurens sleeve. "Wat is she talking about, John?" She looks at him. "I am the author, who's readers are probably pissed at me this very moment." I use my last card to see if she really can read my mind. Or hear it. Or whatever. Do you wanna fuccc? I think. A moment later, I hear her voice in my head. "No, sorry, your great and all, but your just not my type."
She gives a half grin and walks in the direction of the bar. "What do you mean I'm not your type?!" That was freaky-deeky. 
"Just shut up and follow me or you'll never touch Alex again. I have the power to kill him at this very moment. Oh, and btw, I'm more of an emo Lafayette kinda person. Or a Maria person. You pick." SHE CAN TALK TO ME THROUGH MY MIND?!!!!!!! I have GOT to see my therapist...
"Therapy is a crock." I shudder and pull Jeffy along towards the bar. 

A/N:
I just love how when I'm on Spotify I can be listening to clipping one second and then be hearing Colors Of The Wind the next second.