The World We're Gonna Make (Jamilton)

Nine

• Alexander's POV •
I was released from the hospital a week later. A nurse ended up having me file a police report for assault, something I was nervous about doing as it made it official but did anyways. Over the past week Thomas and I had gotten much closer, being comfortable around each other and spending much more time together.

I hadn't seen John since, but maybe that was for the better. I was returning to school the next day and was nervous about seeing him. Everyone acted like I didn't know, or that I was oblivious but I knew them. I knew they had worked it out so one of them would be with me at all times. Normally I'd find it intrusive and annoying, but I was genuinely glad for the protection they provided.

Thomas had agreed to let me stay at his place, since I didn't want to be at home alone. John knew where that was and with Thomas I'd be around not only him, but his family most of the time. From the hospital we drove straight to his house, stopping at Taco bell on the way and ordering half the menu.

I had never been really spoiled, or even been able to eat so much, but I also knew with how skinny I was getting nobody was going to let me eat jack shit like I had been. Ignoring the questions from his sister, we went straight to his room, curling up on his bed and shoving our faces with the food while watching Queer Eye.

Apparently I had fallen asleep, because at some point I was jerked awake by a small child jumping on me. I yelped, prepared to hit someone, when I noticed it was just Thomas' little sister, Mary, who was extremely hyper for whatever reason. I groaned, curling back up in a ball, trying to ignore her. She was having none of it and when she couldn't get me to budge she went over and jumped onto Thomas, who jerked awake.

Mary started giggling, apparently finding waking us up funny. I rolled my eyes and curled into Thomas' side, closing my eyes and relaxing a bit. I heard Thomas telling Mary to leave, that she shouldn't be in there, but she wasn't listening. He tried to get up, but me being the koala I am clutched onto him, whining like a kicked puppy.

He huffed, telling Mary to leave one last time, before he called their mother in. That seemed to shut her up, and I heard the door close. I opened my eyes again as Thomas wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close protectively. I smiled and leaned into him, enjoying the warmth and utter safety from being with my soulmate.

Someone who was actually going to protect me and keep me safe. I looked up, smiling at Thomas and enjoying the moment. I leaned up just enough to connect our lips, letting out a muffled yelp when he kissed back with much more force, easily moving so he was above me. This was fine, I was okay. He gently started running a hand along one of my sides, I was okay...

I freaked out when he gently pinned my hands above my head. He immediately let go, moving off of me. I felt bad for ruining the moment, but I couldn't do it. I thought I was going to be okay. I thought I could do it. Turns out I'm weak and can't even handle making out with someone I'm supposed to trust.

"Hey! It's alright. It's not your fault. I can't blame you after what happened last week. It's okay." Well fuck. I spoke aloud. I couldn't help it, I started crying, moving over to him and burying my face in his chest, quietly sobbing. I had thought I would be okay with it. I had thought I wouldn't have an issue with it.

God I was so pathetic.

Throughout my entire little breakdown, Thomas ran a soothing hand on my back, muttering things like "It's okay." and, "Don't worry." It took a while, but I eventually calmed down. We laid down in his bed, cuddling and enjoying the simplicity of each other's company. Even after I was calm I continued to clutch onto him, scared that he's disappear any moment.

I slowly nodded back off into sleep, the last thing on my mind how lucky I was.