Friends... Plus a little extra (Lams)

Old Friend

John rushed over to Alexander's house, cautious of the roads covered with water.

John pulled up to his old friends house, taking out an umbrella and leaving the car, locking the door.

Alexander lived in a pretty bad neighborhood and John didn't want his car to get stolen, especially since it was quite expensive.

John knocked on the door, Alexander's mother opening it.

"Hi, Ms. Hamilton. Where is Alexander?" John asked, shivering a bit at the harsh winds.

Rachel urged John in, shuttling and locking the old door. "He's upstairs, love. Are you staying the night."

John shrugged. "I'm not sure." He replied, beginning to walk up the creaky stairs. Alexander's bedroom was really the attic to the old house.

"Alright." Rachel replied, going back to her room.

John walked in, knocking on the door gently as he opened it. "Alexander?" He asked, shutting the door.

Alexander was laying on his mattress. It had no sheets or bed frame, it was simply laying on the floor. He had a blanket wrapped around him, being lit up by the lamp on his bed side.

"John?" His voice croaked, making it clear he had been crying.

John frowned and quickly rushed to Alexander, wrapping his arms around him.

"What's wrong?" John whispered, holding the shivering boy.

Alexander let out a sob, hiding his face in John's chest. "He fucking left me!" He cried through.

John bit his lip harshly at Alexander's words. "I'm sorry..." he whispered, holding Alex a little tighter now, sort of protectively.

Alexander shook his head and continue to cry, only seeming to get worse.

"He left me for James! James fucking Madison!" He yelled into the smaller males chest.

John frowned more at that, kissing his head gently.

"It's hard. And it hurts. You're heart is broken. I know what that's like...." John said quietly, running his fingers in Alexander's greasy hair.

Alexander lifted his head and scoffed. "No you don't! You haven't dated anyone in years, John!" He scolded. He only said this because of frustration and disappointment.

John was hurt by that, though he tried not to let it get to him too much. "You don't have to date someone to love them..." he whispered, hugging himself now.

Alexander just rolled his eyes and laid down, looking at the old roof.

The room was quiet, the only sound coming from the pot holding the water that was leaking through the roof.

John soon laid down with Alexander, looking up with him.

"I haven't felt this bad since Eliza..." Alexander mumbled quietly after a long while. He wasn't crying anymore, though tears still stained his face.

"It'll be okay. Life moves on. So will you, even if it takes years..." John replied. He wished Alexander had the stars on his roof like John had on his. He loved his stars.

Alexander shook his head. "I can't handle years of this..." he whispered, frowning a bit.

John bit his lip harshly, until he could taste the blood.

"You get used to it." He mumbled.

Alex turned and looked at John. "Who is it?" He asked gently, keeping his voice soft and calm: the voice John fell in love with.

John kept his eyes on the roof.

"An old friend..."