I'm Okay

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TW: slight mention of rape/pedophilia I mean kinda but it isn't too obvious but I'll put a TW anyway.

(Alex's POV)
(Highschool)
(So this is basically just the story where they get together but in more detail cuz I wanna write it so shush)

I run to Thomas's home, trying to keep the tears at bay. Swiping at my eyes, I quickly approach his house. Both of the cars are out of the driveway, so that means his parents are probably still at work. I knock on the door frantically, the tears starting to stream down my face.

Thomas opens the door, his face quickly falling as he sees me sobbing.

"Alex, what happened?" He asks kindly, helping me in.

I rush into his arms and hug him, sobbing into his chest. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me to the couch. He sits me in his lap and holds me close as I cry.

"M-my f-f-fos-s-ster f-father... H-he..." I try to get out, cut off by my own sobs.

He rubs my back softly, trying to calm me down.

"How about we get you into something more comfortable?" He asks softly.

I nod and he carries me upstairs to his room. I toss my boots off and change out of the pastel crop top and skirt before slipping on a pair of his sweatpants and an oversized hoodie.

He carries me into the bathroom, sitting me on the counter. He pulls out a washcloth and gently washes off the makeup.

I turn to look at myself in the mirror. I look awful. My eyes are puffy from crying, my face is red, I'm shaking with sobs and I'm wearing an oversized hoodie. I wipe at my eyes with the sleeve of the hoodie and sniffle softly.

Thomas takes a hair tie and gently ties my hair up into a ponytail. I turn back around to face him, his eyes filled with only kindness. The warmth of his smile calms me down further and I get lost in his eyes. He reaches out to cup my cheek and I melt into his touch.

He leans in closer.

"Is this okay?" He murmurs softly, looking into my eyes earnestly.

I nod quickly and lean in as well. The kiss is soft, sweet, gentle. Nothing like any kiss I'd had before. There isn't any lust, no ulterior motive, nothing of the sort. It's pure, fresh, sweet love.

After a while, we both pull back, our cheeks dusted with pink.

"You're absolutely beautiful," he murmurs, softly caressing my cheek.

I feel my eyes fill with tears and a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth.

He pulls me in for a hug and we stay like that for a long time.

He eventually carries me downstairs and we lay down on the couch. He orders a pizza and puts on Mulan, which he knows is my favorite Disney movie. I cuddle into him and he smiles softly, running his fingers through my hair gently. I grin as he murmurs sweet compliments, making me absolutely melt into a blushing mess.

"You're absolutely perfect," he whispers as I lean into him.

Nobody's told me that before.

I feel my eyes welling up with tears and he sits up, concerned.

"Oh no, did I say something?" He asks worriedly, pulling me into his lap.

I shake my head, leaning into him.

"It's just... Nobody's ever said that to me. They all call me hot or sexy or things like that... But nobody's ever said that I'm perfect how I really am..." I cry softly.

He rubs my back, holding me close.

"Well you are perfect. You're absolutely beautiful just how you are. You're the most gorgeous person I know, inside and out," he murmurs and I cling onto him for dear life.

I stop crying after a bit and he pulls back slightly, kissing me again. I kiss back, my arms still wrapped around him and holding him close.

We spend hours watching movies, curled up right next to each other. As soon as each of his parents get home, we seperate immediately and they don't suspect a thing. They allow me to sleep over and we shuffle upstairs to his room at about 1am. I hold onto him tightly as we drift off to sleep.

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(711 words)
(Published July 29)

Okay so I like writing Jamilton fluff and we ain't gonna get that in the story for a long time so I'm occasionally gonna write these thingies cuz I like fluff.