What Once Was

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John's POV

I got back to my dorm and after finishing some work Mr. Gates assigned texted Alexander. We texted back and forth until he had to go. Since Jefferson was out on a date and I had no one to talk to I went on a walk.

I was walking through cental park thinking about nothing in particular when I saw something in the middle of the side walk several feet ahead of me. As I got closer I realized it wasn't a something, but someone covered in blood. Even though he was beat up I didn't think he needed to go to the hospital. I picked him up and brought him to my dorm.

As I was washing him up he started to regain consciousness. "John?" He asked moaning in pain from the strain of talking. "Oh my god! Alex?"

"In the fleash." He tried to get up, but fell to floor.

"What happened! Here come to my room and lie down." I was growing more consered seeing as how I know him. "We just met. Isn't it a little early for that." Alex says "Not what meant!" I screamed blushing furiosly. I brought him to my room and he passed out on the bed. After a while I fell asleep on the couch watching Miranda.

I woke up in the middle of the night on the couch. The light in the bathroom was on. Jefferson must be home. I rolled off the couch and walked to my room. I started to drift off to sleep when I felt something press against me. Slowly I start to remember the events that happened earlier that night. I wanted to get up and go back to the couch but Alex looks so peaceful and i'm not gonna lie it was pretty confortable.