Halex/McSummers Prompts

Chapter Thirty Four

I was wondering if you could write about Hank having a secret crush on Alex for forever and writing all about it in a journal but one day it gets lost and the journal ends up in Alex's hands -Jishwadun

Chapter Thirty Four:

Hank grumbles as he walks into his lab.

Fucking Alex and him being so god damn gorgeous.

He sighs as he slumps down into his seat and reaches down to grab his journal. The journal that no one knows about, that not another soul will ever see. He quickly opens it and his fingers brush over his recent entry. The blond has changed so much and came such a long way, he wasn't really mean much anymore. Sure he still has his moments of calling others insults but it wasn't 24/7 anymore. It was really when you cut too close to him that Alex doesn't want anyone to see, or know about.

Even though his anger has finally seemed to calm down, one thing never changed that irks Hank. He was still always the most beautiful human being that he has ever laid eyes on. Of course he had to go and have a crush on him. Hank always have liked blond's but maybe it was the fact that Alex keep on surprising him with things he never knew about before. Like the fact that he has a brother name Scott that he hasn't seen in years, or the fact that he loves musicals, is allergic to tomatoes, is really a kind hearted teenager with a big heart that he was afraid to let out underneath all that disguise. That yes he was a bad boy, but really liked the feel of soft things.

Okay so he might be a little bit of a creeper.

And Alex will kill him if he ever finds this journal, which he never will. Hank will make sure of that. What he did not see coming was the day when he goes for his journal in the lab to find it wasn't there and he was searching through the whole mansion frantically, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest and his stomach threatening to turn on him. Because one day, because the universe hates him, the journal that he was searching for would one day be in Alex's hands.

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Alex knows he shouldn't go through it.

He was taught not to go into other people's businesses and to leave them with their own privacy before he went to prison, thank you very much Raven.

It bugs him when she keeps thinking that he doesn't know anything. Sure he was a little slow on social cues but he is a quick learner. Sometimes he just acts like he is dumb because if that is what people think he is, why bother showing off? Nobody likes show offs, Alex sure as hell don't like them. It makes logical sense to him but as he looks down to one of Hank's journal's, he really wants to know how science is so exciting. Why it gets him so excited and with that happy spark in his eyes to make his eyes shine so bright.

Alex hates crushes. He hates that Hank makes him flustered and how he makes his head go all, all mushy. He can't talk to him worth shit, he tries he really, really does but every time he goes to say a compliment to see him smile and to see that it was because of him he was smiling, an insult comes out instead and Alex hates himself when a flash of hurt goes over Hank's eyes. Clearly his heart and his brain wasn't working together very well.

Alex knows he sucks at talking about his feelings so he tries to show him but every time he goes to do something, someone else in the mansion already done it before him. Take him lunch? Raven already did that. Get him to come out of the lab? Charles already done it with his stupid wise words. It's just so frustrating.

So when he notices Hank left the living room without his journal and no one else was in the room, Alex snatched it and went straight to his bedroom, where he was now and guilt was starting to eat at him. Maybe it can give him a clue on how to talk to him without hurting his feelings or how to talk to him. Ugh, he sounds like a love struck teenage girl. With a groan he flops back onto the bed and stares at the ceiling, trying to convince himself that it was okay to go through the book in his hands. Just look through it quickly and put it back so Hank wouldn't know he had it. With a sigh, he pushes himself back into a sitting position and turns so he was laying on the bed and leaning back onto the headboard. With a nod and a whole lot of determination to shove the guilt to the side he opens the journal to a random page and starts to read.