Why Have I Done This??? (Lams Oneshots)

Adjustment

Lafayette's POV

I can hear them...yelling, fighting. Ever since Alexander moved in with us he's been fighting with my dad non-stop. When I was adopted it took awhile to adjust but it was never like this. My parents died when I was eleven in a car crash and the Washingtons adopted me. It's been nice, they're a wealthy family. When they told me I was getting a little brother I was ecstatic, I couldn't wait to have a little brother. Alex is only a couple months younger than me and way smarter but he's...upset. I can't blame him. He lost everyone and everything. I still have other family members but he has...no one. He has to rebuild from the ground up. That's why I took John to meet him. Alex was in a coma for nine months and one day John begged me to stay the night with me and I agreed. I always visited Alex after school so I took John with me. When Alex woke up he grabbed John's arm and John immediately went into what I like to call mother mode. He comforted Alex while I got the doctor and my dad. Ever since John has been the only who can control Alex.
"DO NOT CALL ME THAT! I AM NOT YOUR SON!" Alex stormed upstairs and I sighed. I jogged up the stairs and knocked on his door. "Fuck off!" He growled.
"Alex, it's Laf."
"I don't care! I said fuck off!" I sighed and went to my room, flopping on the bed. I grabbed my phone and dialed John.
"Hello?"
"They're at it again." I mumbled, John sighed and I heard his sketchbook close.
"Again? About what now?" John wasn't mad or anything, he was just worried. A few days ago he told me he's fallen completely in love with Alex and I'm sure Alex reciprocates, although John doesn't think so.
"Dad slipped up and called him son." John knows everything about Alex and I know basically nothing. I know Alex lived on an island in the Caribbean and he was caught in a hurricane.
"His separation anxiety." John mumbled. "I'll be over in a minute. I just have to sneak past my dad. Hopefully he's already drunk and passed out."
"Be careful." John hung up and I sighed.

"Sorry it took so long. Where is he?" John sighed as I let him in.
"In his room...he missed dinner." John sighed sighed and headed into the kitchen.
"Good evening, John." Martha hummed.
"Evenin', Mrs. Washington." John's southern accent snagged the 'g' off 'evening', I know that Alex loves that accent. "What happened?"
"George slipped up. Called him son. The poor boy freaked out." John nodded and smiled.
"Can I get some food to bring him?"
"Of course." Martha fixed a grilled cheese and sour cream and onion chips (per John's request) and John headed upstairs.

Alexander's POV

I've been working on homework for awhile now and I've calmed down. I know I shouldn't be this hostile but I can't help it. I don't like it here. It's too...different. I heard a knock on the door and I glared at it.
"Fuck off, Laf!"
"It's John." I blushed and bit my lip. "Let me in, Baby."
"Fine." John opened the door and poked his head in.
"Hey, Lex. I brought your favorite." He set a plate of grilled cheese next to me and I glanced up from my AP US History textbook.
"I'm not hungry." John sighed and leaned over me.
"Here's the thing about being your best friend." John whispered. "I know you. I know when you're happy and when you're sad. I also know when you're lying. You know...when you lie, you tap your pointer finger on something." I huffed and ate a chip.
"I'm busy, John."
"I know for a fact that that's not due until next week and it will take you less than five minutes to finish it."
"So let me finish."
"You've worked enough, Alex." John closed my textbook and gathered my papers.
"John-" John pressed a finger to my lips and pushed the plate in front of me, sitting on the corner of my desk.
"C'mon, Peaches." John pushed my loose hair behind my ear and smiled down at me. I felt my heart swell and I started to eat. "There we go." John stroked my hair as I ate and I blushed. He was always so gentle with me. He knows I'm fragile, he doesn't treat me like glass but he doesn't treatment me like I'm invincible. I love him. He's so perfect. When I finished eating John smiled and wiped the crumbs of my face with his thumb. "Do you wanna lay down?" I nodded and John laid me in the bed.
"Thank you, John." I mumbled, John smiled and pulled my shoes off.
"So do you wanna tell me what happened?" I sighed and John sat on the edge of the bed.
"He called me son." I mumbled.
"I know. Can I tell you something?" I turned over and looked into John's green eyes, studying his freckled face.
"Yeah."
"Mr. and Mrs. Washington are trying, Alex. They're trying very hard, Baby. It's different for all of you, Peaches. They're trying to accommodate and make sure everything is perfect. I sure you won't believe me when I tell you but it true. They love you, Alex. If they didn't they wouldn't have opened their doors and arms to you. I know what loving parents look like and what non-loving parents look like. I know it's hard on you. It's hard on all of you but you can make it a little bit easier."
"How?"
"Just cut them a little slack. Don't lash out so much. I know you're upset and scared but you have to at least try." John rubbed my hip and I sighed.
"Ok...I'll try." I mumbled, John smiled and brushed my hair back.
"Get ready for bed, baby." I stared up and sighed.
"I have to do something first." I sat up and grabbed John's hand. I towed him downstairs and knocked on George and Martha's door.
"Come in." I glanced at John and pushed the door open. "Alex, I wanted to-"
"I'm sorry." I rushed out, staring at my socks and trying not to cry. "I'm sorry I'm being so difficult."
"No." George sighed. "I'm sorry, Alex. This is way more difficult on you and I shouldn't have called you that. You asked me not to and it slipped my mind."
"But I-"
"Alex-"
"With all due respect sir?" John piped up. "Let Alex talk." George nodded and signaled for me to go on.
"I'm being unnecessarily difficult. I'm sorry. I'm just...having trouble adjusting. This is very-" my voice faltered as I started to cry. "-different fr-from Nevis a-and-" I broke down and George carefully hugged me. I sobbed into his shirt and he rubbed my back. "I-I m-miss my m-mom." I sobbed. "I-I m-miss J-James."
"I know and I'm sorry, Alex."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"Shhhhhh, it's ok, Alex."
"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, dad."
"It's ok...son."
"What's going on?" I heard Laf asked.
"Go to your room, Laf."
"N-no...I want my brother." Laf joined our hug and I sniffed. "Mom-" I reached out to Martha and she took my hand, letting me pull her into the hug.

John's POV

Watching the Washingtons cry and hug each other made me happy and sad at the same time. It made me happy because they were a family and that's what Alex deserved. On the other hand it made me upset that I'd never have a happy, whole family. My father will never stop drinking and hitting me and my mom. I know my mom loves and accepts me and I love her too but...I wish my sister was still alive. If she was still alive my father never would've started drinking and beating me.
"Why are you just standing there, John?" I was snapped out of my thoughts by Mr. Washington.
"Huh? Oh! Um-...this is a family thing. I'm not part-"
"You're part of my family, John." Alex held out his hand and I let him drag me in. He buried his face in my chest and Laf squeezed my free hand. I held Alex tightly and he emptied his tears into my shirt.
"Dad? Can John stay the night?"
"Of course, son." I brushed Alex's dark brown hair behind his ear and smiled. Alex took me to his bedroom and wiped his tears.
"Thank you, Johnny."
"I'm glad you're feeling better."
"Not entirely...it still hurts." Alex looked at me teary-eyed and I cupped his cheek with my right hand. "Old wounds." He chuckled dryly, I took his hand in mine and squeezed it. "Why did he have to go, John?" He nuzzled into my hand and I kissed his forehead.
"I don't know, Alex."
"Please don't leave me."
"I'd never dream of it." I cooed. "You should take a shower." Alex nodded and grabbed his towel.
"Will you come with me?"
"Alex-"
"You need a shower too."
"Alright, we'll take turns." Alex blushed and looked down.
"That's not...what I meant." I blushed and Alex clearers his throat. "Never mind. It was stupid anyway."
"Ok."
"What?"
"Ok. I'll go with you." I was a freckled tomato, but very willing.
"John, you don't have to-"
"I'd love to take a shower with my best friend." I hummed, Alex handed me a towel and I followed him to the bathroom. We undressed and got in the shower. Alex kept his head down as I turned on some music and let the water run over my head.
   "I miss them." I pulled Alex under the shower head with me and held him close to me.
   "I know. I'm proud of you." Alex smiled a bit and I smiled. "Can I wash your hair for you?"
   "Sure." Alex shrugged, I grinned and poured soap into my hands. I massaged Alex's scalp until his black hair was nearly white, as I did so Alex talked about random shower thoughts. When I finished I washed my hair and Alex sat down. I chuckled and closed my eyes, rinsing the soap out of my hair. When I opened my eyes Alex was looking at his body and mine, comparing. When I caught him looking he blushed and looked down. "John?"
   "Hm?"
   "Why are you friends with me?" My heart broke and I crouched in front of him. He averted his eyes and I pulled his chin to look at me.
   "I'm friends with you because you're the most amazing person I've ever met." I helped him stand and hugged him.
   "John...why am I so angry?"
   "I don't know, Lex, but you've gotta let it go. I know it's hard but everyone has to make an adjustment." I held him and kissed the top of his head. "Can I tell you a secret?" He nodded. "I love you. I have since the day I picked you up from the library and we got caught in the rain."
   "I love you." Alex whispered, I smiled and lifted his chin. I gently pressed my lips against his and he kissed back.
   "Let's get you to bed, baby." I kissed him again and helped him out. He started to compare our bodies again and I sighed. "Stop that. Your body is gorgeous."
   "But-"
   "No. Your body is amazing as is." I kissed him gently and he touched his lips, blushing madly.
   "Is this a dream."
   "No, Peaches." I kissed him again.
   "Pinch me." Instead of pinching I kissed him and bit his bottom lip. "This is real." He smiled and hugged me. I laughed and brushed his wet hair back. We got dressed and fell into his bed. "I love you, John."
   "I love you, Alex."