The way you look tonight|| lams||

More spicy sadness

Chapter 18

Heyyyy it's been a while eh? Yeah here's the longest chapter in the story so far... we're almost at 200 reads! Woohoo. Yeah get ready to cry, then smile, then sob! >:) I sorta hate this and I'll explain in the end noteeee

Trigger warning! ⚠️

Laffe POV

My heart beat fast. I had Herc turn around, saying something that on three we'll look back and have Alex take the pic. It was stupid, yet Herc seemed to believe it.
"3...2..." we counted as I got out the ring and kneeled beside the statue. "1..."
Herc turned around and immediately teared up, and soon began to full on cry.
"Hercules Mulligan...I knew you when we were in high school...gotta admit...you were cringey. But you were the best person I've ever met. If I hadn't met you, I don't know what I'd do with myself. Probably cry under the eiffel tower forever. But anyway, I love you more than anything in this life. Will you us both a favor and marry me already?" I grin. Herc just cries in disbelief for a little while before replying.
"Yes! We're getting married in Paris, okay?" he pleads.
"Of course!" I wrap him in a big, tight hug and start crying. I'm finally marrying the love of my life. I hear louds 'awes' from John and Alex and tons of cheering.
"GAY!" one boy with brown hair and a red streak shouts. (It's richhhh)
"Dude, we're literally dating. You're holding my hand," the taller boy next to him explains, causing Herc and I to burst out in laughter and continue our big, tight hug. That night, I replay it in my head over and over. It was perfect. And I've never been happier.

John POV

Seeing Alex taking that picture made me feel kind of bittersweet. Of course, I loved that my best friend's were getting married, but I wanted that with Alex.
"Cuddling marathon tonight?" I suggest as we walk back to the train station.
"Yeah!" Alex beams like a happy little puppy. Damnit, he's so cute.
"Perfect, I'll make popcorn and hot cocoa," I smile. We begin to cuddle before I turn on netflix.
"I feel...like nothing was real, until I met you," I coo.
"I feel like we connect and I really get you," Alex hums back.
"If I said you're a beautiful boy would it upset you?" I smile. Alex and I weren't the best of singers, but we didn't really care.
"Because the way you look tonight- silhouetted, I'll never forget it," we both hum. I take the mountain of whipped cream off of the type of my hot cocoa(I like mine with extra whipped cream and Alex likes his with purple, blue, and pink sprinkles because he's quite the extra bi guy) and leave a dollop on the little boy's nose, to which he smashes his lips into my face and gets whipped cream all over both of our noses. I love him.
"Oh peaches," he whispered in my ear in my south carolina voice that I have showed him before.
"Peaches?" I ask.
"Sweet peach baby John," he cooes in that same southern accent.
"Oh, babygirl," I whisper sexily. "Imma get some more popcorn."
"That's so hot, peaches," Alexander mocks my sexy whisper voice. I laugh and walk to the kitchen. I make the popcorn, then I feel myself trip. My knee slams into the side of our counter.
"FUCK ALEX I'M DYING," I scream, looking down at my bloody knee surrounded my scattered popcorn.
"DAMMIT, AGAIN?" Alex cries and runs over. "LET'S GET YOU TO A HOSPITAL OH SHIT." I can't really feel much in my knee, I just know that our night is ruined. Fuck knees. Fuck this shit, I'm a fucking idiot son of a fuck. I fucking curse a lot when I'm in pain. And did I not mention that the fucking pain just kicked in? Fuck.
We were at the hospital now, apparently, and Alex was trying to pull me inside. Due to him being so smol, and me being so tall and muscular, he was having problems. I tried time and time again to walk, but I ended up hopping on one leg as Alex held up the other side of my body. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Fuckkkkkk. Fuck this. Our dorm should be baby-proofed.
"Oh fuck, Alexander," I blurt out.
"I know, peaches," he sighs and kisses me on the head as we enter.
"Ah, the power couple is back," says the receptionist, Kiara, who I know too well thanks to past hospital visits. "What's up this time?"
"Knee...fuck...bitch counter..." I start lazily yet angrily.
"He banged his knee into a counter when he was making popcorn," Alex explains.
"Well, fuck, when you put it that way I sound pathetic," I smile and let out an exhausted laugh.
"Room 237, one floor up from here," Kiare sighs, smiling, and gives Alexander a clipboard of my information.