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

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A/N - my friend bought me a cake coz my dad was being a jerk. That's friendship y'all

Request made by @SophiaTortilla16

Alexander's POV

I needed a break. Let me be clear. I needed a break from my reputation. When I came to America I was fed up with being to poor loser so when I was adopted by the Washingtons I joined the high school football team. I had a growth spurt and I became the quarterback. Crazy right. All my life I've been this scrawny, malnourished nerd and now I'm a ripped, well-liked jock. Thats not me though. I've built such a rep that I can't even take my meds in front of people. I can't answer questions in class or show people my grades. I'm the top of my class, valedictorian, and I have nothing to show for it. It's exhausting being the extroverted loudmouth who bullies people. I don't wanna do it but it's expected of me. I'm trying to get a football scholarship to King's so I can study law and become a lawyer.
   I thought if I could be someone else for a week it would help and it did...until I fell.

John's POV

   Um...hi? I'm John. I'm not very good at anything. I'm kind of really lame. Everyone in the school hates me. I only have two friends, Lafayette and Peggy. They're popular so they don't spend much time with me. I eat lunch alone. That is if my lunch doesn't get thrown to the ground. My biggest bully is Alexander Hamilton, the hottest and most popular guy in school. Everyone wants to date him. He's so gorgeous and charismatic. He's perfect. Well...almost. He's mean and rude to me. He pushed me to the floor and closes my locker in an effort to scare me. I don't like him. I'm so nice to everyone and because of him everyone picks on me and hates me. They sit behind me and pull on my curls during lunch and throw crumbled paper at me with insults scribbled on them during class. I just wanted it to end. My dad as spoken to teachers and the principal but they can't stop it. No one can. Only Alexander can.
   "Can I sit here?" I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up at the tall figure in front of me. He had straight black hair tied in a messy bun and large rimmed glasses sat on his nose. I shrugged and the boy sat across from me. He wore a large green hoodie and baggy black jeans. He wouldn't make eye contact but I saw his eyes were hazel and sunken.

Alexander's POV

   "Can I sit here?" I asked sheepishly, John was sweet and kind and I wanted to make it up to him for treating him so harshly. So I called in sick and pretended to be someone else. I took my brother's name and my mother's maiden name, hoping to relieve some of the damage to my mental health. I became James Faucett. John shrugged and I sat across from him. I prayed he wouldn't recognize me and kept my head down.
   "I'm John Laurens." He held his out to shake and I gently shook it.
   "James Faucett."
   "Do you have lunch?" I shook my head and he pushed his tray into the middle of the table.
   "No. I'm ok." John smiled brightly and his green eyes twinkled.
   "I'm done with it. Besides, you shouldn't starve."
   "Thank you." I ate what was left and we chatted a bit. He told me how poorly he was treated around here and how I was a shitty person. "This Hamilton kid sounds like a bad kid." I commented.
   "Yeah but everyone's a good person. He just doesn't show it."
   "How can you be so optimistic?" I frowned.
   "What do you mean?"
   "I mean the world is such a fucking shitty place. There's death and heart break and loss but you're still smiling."
   "Ever since my mom passed away I've tried to see the good in everything. It makes me happier and other people's days get better just with a smile." He was right. No matter how much I bullied him he always smiled. Just by talking to him some of my stress and sorrow had melted away but my guilt had doubled.
   "If you don't mind me asking, when did your mom pass away?"
   "A couple years ago. She had breast cancer." I nodded and looked at my hands. "I'm fine though. Not that I don't miss her but I don't cry about it too much anymore. Sometimes when I'm really upset I'll talk to a picture of her." He shrugged, my head shot up and my eyes widened. I thought I was the only one. "I'm sorry if that sounded weird!"
   "No, no! Not at all! I just-...I thought I was the only one." I mumbled.
   "Oh. Did you-"
   "I don't wanna talk about it." I growled, John moved across the table and sat next to me.
   "I was the same way after my mom died. It went so far that I started to self harm and even thought about suicide." John spoke slowly and quietly. "Please talk to someone. If not me someone. Anyone." I gave in and told him the story. I tried to keep it together and kind of succeeded. He sympathized and soon the bell rang. He waved goodbye and I grabbed his arm.
   "Can I sit with you tomorrow?"
   "Sure! Here-" he handed me a slip of paper with a phone number on it and grinned. "Text me if you have any problems. Welcome to King's!" He walked off and I blushed. No one ever made me feel the way I just did. What was that?