Lams Fluff [In Progress]

I Can't Help Falling In Love With You

John's POV

I sigh and close my eyes as I squeeze the bridge of my nose. Such a long day. I shuffle my backpack and papers underneath my arm as I try and get my keys out of my back pocket. Late classes, working a shift during lunch, just tiring in general. All I want to do is fall into bed and cuddle with Alexander. 
       Ah, Alexander. I smile as I fiddle with the door. Just the mere thought of him-

"What's this?" I ask as I dump my stuff onto the kitchen counter. Alex is leaning against the island, and he is lookin' fresh as fuck. Man. There's a bouquet of flowers on the island next to him, too. 

"Hullo, darling." He says as he walks over and pecks my forehead with a grin. I slip my shoes off and hang my coat up as take him in. He's wearing jeans, but a collared shirt and a blue suit-top-thing with some nice shoes. A little strange, but he makes it work. He's beaming at me. 
"What's all this?" I ask. He's smiles again and leads me to the couch. As I sit down, he goes around to the back and rubs my shoulders. 

"So, I was thinking," he begins as he presses soft kisses to my jaw and neck. "We could maybe do something tonight. It doesn't have to be anything big if you don't want, but maybe have some dinner, get a few drinks?" He ends hopefully. I look up at him. Aww. He's nervous about asking me out? That's so adorable. But... I am, like, really tired. I don't want to wear myself out. I have classes tomorrow, and another two shifts, and I have a test coming up, and-
"Hey, are you feeling alright?" He says concerned, moving around to sit next to me. He puts his hand against my forehead and looks at me.

"Alex, it's nothing, I'm just getting over-stressed on a few silly things. I can go- I want to go, but can it not be anything too wild?" I ask. He smiles and nods.
"Of course, honey, anything you want. What are you going to wear?" 

Oh. There are a few nice things I want to wear, but... they're... they're feminine. Like, dresses and skirts and such. I want to wear this one dress, but... I don't know... if, like, if Alex is going to be okay with it. I see him still looking at me and bite my lip. He's kinda formal, and I don't know if he'll want to go out with me if I'm dressed like that. I mean, like, he has this whole idea of marriage before children, and keeping each other's privacy even though we live together, etc; ... I don't know if he's going to like that. Maybe I should just ask him?

"Um, Alex, I uh, I was wondering..." I started. He looked at me, a concerned look on his face again.

"Yeah?"
"Um... would you be okay, like would you be good with, like, with me, um, wearing- wearing a dress?" I look down at my hands twisted in my lap. He's gonna say no, he's gonna say no, he's gonna-
"Why not?" He puts a finger underneath my chin and lifts my face up to meet his eyes. "Babe, why wouldn't I be okay with that?" Oh.
"I- I dunno, it's just you seem so traditional and formal all the time, and everything has to be done perfectly, and-" I get cut off by his sigh.
Alex pulls me closer and holds my hands in his lap.
"John, I do all those things to try and make my momma proud." He whispers. Oh, poor Lexi. I give a small sympathetic whine and nuzzle my head into his neck. He smiles and wraps his arms around me. "But honestly, I have no problem with you wearing a dress. I think you'd look really sexy, in fact." He smiles cockily at me. I feel heat rise to my cheeks and I bury my head back in his neck. "Whatever makes you feel good is fine. I don't think that wearing the clothes you love makes you any more feminine or masculine." I grin, and untangle myself from him, heading back to our room. I turn around as I'm about to close the door and he winks at me. Aagh, so cute. 

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Oh my god. What was I thinking? Why would I even want to try to put one of these things on? What if it doesn't look good? What if Alexander doesn't like it? What if people think I'm weird? What if they make sure I know how much I disgust them?
         I turn and turn in the mirror on the back of the door and worry and worry over my image. I don't think I've ever been this nervous in my life. Not even during my Coming Out Thing. I think the bottom half of the dress is going to come off due to how many times I've tugged it. Well, I have to put the rest of my outfit on, at least. Some bracelets I've had, and a pair of flats that match my dress. I twist and turn in front of the mirror and worry my hair into a mess. How long have I been in here? 26 minutes. It's a freakin' dress. It doesn't take half an hour to put on a dress. You're being a baby, just go out there and get it over with!

         But I can't. I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't. Argh! Why does this have to be so difficult? Disregarding my dress, I flop onto the bed and bury my face into a pillow. 
"Babe?" I hear a soft knocking from the door before it quietly opens. "Are you decent?" Alex says with his hands covering his face, which would have been chivalrous, except that he was peeking between his fingers. I laugh and smack him with my pillow before completely sitting up on the bed. I should probably put my hair back in its ponytail.  Alex's joking demeanor sheds suddenly and his hands drop to his sides. Oh my god. He's just staring at me! What is it? Do I not look good? Oh my god, I probably look awful. I probably-
"Babe." Alex says, as he steps over to me. Gah! I laugh as he spins me around, his hands on my waist. He sets me back down and presses his lips against my ear. "You look absolutely exquisite. Like wow." He pulls back and looks at me. "Like wow wow." I smile and grab my jacket as we head out, arm in arm.

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"Okay, so we can go to an actual restaurant tonight or we can just go to a bar/dinner place and maybe get a few drinks. Whatever makes you happy." He says cheerfully as we walk down the street. 

"Maybe just get a few drinks, a small meal, nothing fancy tonight." I blush as he pecks my cheek. Gaah. Why does he make me feel like such a middle-schooler? He grabs my arm and pulls me to this one nice-looking and upbeat bar. It's popular, that's for sure. This should be fun.
       Alex leads me to some empty seats at the bar. The bartender sidles up to us and asks what we'd want. I usually have a Sam Adams whenever I'm out, but I want something different tonight.

"Lemon-drop martini, please." I say, ignoring Alex's surprised expression. Once we get our drinks, I sit next to him and flounder in a pool of my own goddamned awkwardness.

"Doyouwanttodance?" Alex blurts out suddenly. I nod and smile as he grabs my hand and pulls me onto the dance floor. It's a slow song. I breath in his scent as he pulls me close to him. We sorta just start slowly turn in a circle; neither of us knowing how to dance, like, at all. What's the song? I lean my head against his chest and cock my ear to the ceiling to hear it better. 

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can't help falling in love with you?

I smile and Alexander peers down at me. I love this song.

"Y'know, I've always disliked this one." He whispers.

Like a river flows. Surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes. Some things are meant to be.

"Yeah?" I whisper back.

So take my hand. Take my whole life, too. 

"Yeah. I don't think people fall in love." He says, and everything inside me collapses. 

For I can't help falling in love with you.

Because I can't help it. I already have. 

For I can't help falling in love with you.

"No, I think people dig themselves in love." He whispers finally before kissing me softly. Oh. I can't stop my smile as I wrap my arms around him and kiss him back. Aaah!

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving everyone! All I want is for the Christmas hype to stop, and to get Halloween back, but that's not gonna happen. I want to thank people for the support in the last chapter, they really helped. This is the dress that John wore:

(Alex isn't the only one who thinks John would look hot)