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

Merry Christmas

A/N - AHHHHHHHH I HATE CHRISTMAS

John's POV

   I heard a crash in the kitchen and a loud groan. "Alex?" I called to my roommate and best friend. "You alright, baby?"
   "No!" He snapped, I poked my head into the kitchen and smiled.
   "What's wrong?"
   "It's starting."
   "Alex...it's just a superstition." I hummed, Alex huffed and I pulled him into a hug. "You don't have Christmas Curse, baby." No, Alex and I are not dating. We're just really close. We have this thing where I'm allowed to treat him like a boyfriend but we're just friends. Alex is tough starved and I am sad that I have no one to spoil. Yeah. It works out. However, I've fallen completely and helplessly hopelessly in love with him.
   "Really?" He gestured to the broken glass on the floor and I sighed.
   "Come here, weirdo." I picked him up because he was wearing socks and sat him on the couch. I cleaned up the mess and sat next to him. "Why do you hate Christmas so much?"
   "You know why."
   "Alex, every year you give me this cryptic answer about the 'Christmas Curse'." I made air quotes and scooted closer to him. "Tell me the real reason? Please?" Alex huffed and bit his lip.
   "Fine. I just never had a good Christmas."
   "What do you mean?"
   "I mean I was always poor so our gifts were from the gas station. Things like deodorant and food. We didn't have a tree, we had a cardboard cut out. Mom and James were always working so I'd be home...alone."
   "I won't ever leave you alone, peaches. In fact, I'll make this your best Christmas ever." I grinned, Alex smiled gently and leaned into me.
   "Thank you, John, but you really don't have to do that. I don't wanna ruin your Christmas."
   "I want too. You could never ruin my Christmas. I promise I'll make this your best Christmas ever." I assured, Alex giggled and I kissed his temple.
   "You can try."
   "And try I will."

   "John!" Alex called, I jogged in and quickly took a tray from him. "Thanks." He grinned. We set them on the table as Laf smirked from the ladder. "What are you doing?" Alex three his hands on his hips and I chuckled.
   "Hanging the mistletoe."
   "If I find you and Herc underneath it more than three times I'll fucking throw you out."
   "I say five." I glanced at Alex and he leaned against me. "It is Christmas, baby." He cooed, kissing my cheek and sauntering back into the kitchen. I blushed and smiled.
   "Am I gonna see you two under the mistletoe?" Laf grinned.
   "No!" I snapped, Laf smirked and I huffed. "I'm sorry. I just...he doesn't like me, Laf! He never will! It's hopeless!" I groaned and sighed.

Alexander's POV

   "Hey, Betsy?" Eliza looked up from helping me make cookies and smiled. "When did you know you liked Mari?"
   "Um...I'm not sure. I just kind of...did." She glanced at me and I looked away. "Why?"
   "No reason."
   "You like John...don't you?"
   "No!" She smirked and approached me.
   "I've seen the way you look at him, Al. Just tell him how you feel. What's the worst that could happen?"
   "Rejection?"
   "Sure. He won't disown you."
   "Then it'll be awkward."
   "Will you just tell him! It'll eat away at you and you'll die. No offense but you don't have very much self esteem to begin with."
   "Jesus. Ok. I'll go." I mumbled, turning on the beater. I felt a hand on my waist and I jumped.
   "Go where?" John asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.
   "No where." I hummed, leaning into him. "Could you get that bowl please?" I gestured the the flour and what not and he set it on the counter next to me. "Could you pour a little bit in?" John helped me mix it and I was blushing a lot. I knew I loved him but I couldn't accept it. I didn't wanna ruin our friendship. I just have to be careful. Laf and Herc have this dumb rule about mistletoe. If two people are under it you have to kiss. That's how I kissed Eliza last Christmas. John was really upset. John finished helping me make the cookies and I started cleaning up.
   "Hey, guys! Let's watch a movie." Laf called, Eliza hurried out of the room and John and I followed. Everyone stared at us and John frowned.
   "What?" I slowly turned my head and looked up. We were standing under the mistletoe. I swallowed hard and pointed. John followed my finger and his eyes widened as well. "Oh...um-" everyone started chanting 'kiss' and John looked down at me. I blushed as he leaned in and placed his forefinger under my chin, tilting my head up. His soft lips touched mine and I didn't hesitate to kiss back, closing my eyes. John pulled away and stared at me for a moment before running off. I stood there for a moment before beginning to cry. I've always been kind of soft around my close friends and Laf bit his lip.
   "Alex..."
   "DAMN IT, MARIA JOSEPH PAUL YVES ROCH GILBERT DU MOTIER DE LAFAYETTE!" I yelled angrily, Laf winced at the use of his full name and sighed. I stormed off and gently knocked on John's bedroom door. "John?"
   "Please go."
   "Let me in, John." The door opened and John pulled me in before closing it again. He sat on the bed and hung his head. "I'm sorry." I mumbled, John looked up and I saw the tears on his freckled cheeks.
   "It's not your fault, Lex."
   "Why are you crying?" John sighed and sat me next to him.
   "Alex...I'm in love with you." I blushed and stared at him.
   "John?...I love you." John smiled and kissed me gently. "We are pathetic." I giggled.
   "Why's that?" He kissed me again and I laid against him.
   "Because we're crying alone together." John chuckled and kissed my head. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
   "I was gonna tell you tomorrow."
   "I was prepared to swallow my feelings and let it kill me." John rolled his eyes and smirked.
   "Let's go watch the movie."

   "Baby, wake up." John cooed quietly, we had slept in the same bed so the others could spilt my bed and the couch. I moaned and burrowed closer to him. "I'll carry you."
   "Bet." He lifted me off the bed and kissed my forehead before sitting me on the couch. "I hate you."
   "You love me." He teased, we started opening presents and I laid in John's lap when I was done. He played with my dark brown hair and I felt at peace.
   "Merry Christmas, Jacky."
   "Merry Christmas, Lexi."