in love with a pornstar (modern au fanfic LAMS)

Chapter 21

tw: mention of domestic violence, offensive gay slurs

john

We love showing around a porn-star around campus don't we?

We also love breaking up a fight between a porn-star and your best friend's sister.

Alexander outed Peggy, and I know he didn't mean to but, seriously. Peggy is going to get hell tonight. I might as well text her now and let her get a bag ready. Her dad is extremely homophobic, and Eliza can't keep secrets for shit.

leggy peggy 🌻❤️: can i come over? i need to stay with you for a while.

Oop.

There it is. Peggy never uses punctuation during texting. I respond right after and she leaves me on read.

I make an attempt to clean up my room, and that was just me pushing books and clothes into a corner. I straighten up my bed, as Peggy usually takes the bed and i take the floor. It's only sometimes we sleep together but when we do it usually involves one of us trying to cuddle with the other or falling off the bed. My train of thought is broken when I heard a nasty man calling my name.

"Jack!" Henry calls.

I run down the stairs, not even acknowledging his presence. I rush to open the door while throwing on a shirt. Yes, Peggy and I are both gay as hell but no one needs to see that. I give a warm smile to Peggy but all she does is walk past me and up the stairs.

Ouch.

I sprint to catch up with her, and as soon as she gets to my room she flops face first onto my bed. She starts sobbing her eyes out, so I grimace. I'm not good at comforting people. I shut my door, watching her for a few seconds before pulling her into a tight hug. She has a death grip on my shirt that's covered in snot and tears. I try some comforting words but it didn't do much. She finally pulls away, her eyes bloodshot from crying so hard. Her big lips were in a pout and her cheeks were tear-stained.

"I'm sorry, Pegs. I really am."

"It's not your fault." She wipes her eyes with her hoodie sleeve.

"Are you and Maria okay?" I try.

"We're fine, she's staying at a hotel with Hamilton."

I nod, almost rolling my eyes at the last name. This is all his fault. Like all his fault.

"You hungry? We can go pick up something or we can order in."

She ponders for a second before giving me an answer.

"Can we go pick up something?"

I nod, grabbing some shoes.

"What do you want?" I ask as we make our way downstairs.

Before I can think, I look over at the couch to see Martha and Mary (yes im aware that mary is older than john i believe? idgaf tho) sitting on the couch looking around aimlessly. I frown, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. I stare at them before ushering them over to me. Peggy and I bend down to their level, offering a warm smile.

"What's up?" Peggy says. You would've hardly noticed that she was crying a few minutes ago.

"Um, if you're going to get food, can you get us something? Mama is out at work and she said she was going to cook when she got home, but we're hungry. We didn't eat breakfast."

"What do you mean you didn't eat breakfast?" I say.

"Daddy didn't want to make us anything."

I swear under my breath before nodding.