The Mystery boy

5. Incomplete

A/N Hi guys! I went camping again :\ (yes I am an extremely outdoorsy person) and then just struggled with the end. Sorry about the delay!

Alexander POV

I talked to John for a while.
Holy lord Jesus Christ Amen this boy is cute.
He tells me about his family and about his school.
And how he wants to get home.
I find out one persons phone number.
Whoever the hell George Washington is.
We all take a picture on an old Polaroid camera.
John laughs at how old it is.
His smile is amazing.
I write on the back-

John,
Cold in my professions
Warm in my friendships.
I wish, my dear Laurens, it were in my power, by actions, rather than words, to convince you that
I love you.
Never come back for me.

A.Ham

I slip it into John's pocket, so when Eliza and John depart for their group.
I say a final goodbye.
I swim for a solid 2 hours to reach the nearest civilisation.
People give me weird looks, I do look weird.
I ask someone for a dollar. They do it out of fear.
I ring the number.
"Hello?" Someone says
"Hello"
"Who is this"
"Do you know a John Laurens?"
"Yes, oh god is this a ransom call?"
"No, this is me telling you where he is"
"Where!? Oh my god!"
"Nevis, North Side. Tell him A.Ham sends his regards"
"Thank you so much!"
I hang up.
I never knew throwing away something you had found so recently that had become the only thing in the world you lived for could make you feel so
Incomplete

John POV

Eliza and I got back to the group yesterday.
Apparently Peggy got lost as well.
We found her this morning with Angelica. They were both fine.
But this afternoon something happened.
A boat arrived.
A boat belonging to the legendary George Washington.
"Mr Washington oh my! We have been stuck here for 3 months! How did you find us?"
Washington replies with "that reminds me, A.Ham sends his regards"
I put my hands up to my face.
The names sounds familiar but the further we get from the island...
The less I feel I know it.
"I have no idea who that is" I say to Washington.
"Neither" says Eliza.
I walk over to Laf and Herc, hugging them.
"I'm so happy that we are going home finally, how did we even survive?"
We all shrug.

A/N for anyone confused, the island has a curse on it that anyone who leaves the island forgets anything supernatural that happened on the island which is why no one knew who A.Ham was.

2 years later

Johns POV

"C'mon Martha" I say, I know the next room we have to pack up is the attic. It is so impossibly messy it could take me weeks to do it alone.
"Coming babe!" Martha calls back. I live Martha but not like this, I got with her to make my stupid Dad happy and now I'm moving in with her.
Why am I so weak?
Why do I just let people decide my future based on what makes them happy?

Because I don't care.
Ever since we got back from 'the incident' two years ago, I felt like something was missing from me, something new that I had for such a short amount of time but now I just can't live without. It took away my will, it was dragging me down how I felt so incomplete.

Like I forgot something.

Or someone.

"John! Let's start" Martha said, waving her hand in front of my eyes. I nodded and picked up the closest box and a labeller.
The box was small and had only 5 things in it.
A pair of glasses,
A shell,
A jacket,
A pair of jeans,
And a letter.
I pick up the letter, intrigued.
My dearest John,
I'm glad you are back home. You left your stuff on my boat that day so I decided I would put everything in a box for you and give it to Martha to remember.

Kind regards,
Whore Gay Washingmachine
(That's Washington for you non-memers[disgraces to society])

I picked up the shell. It was delicate and small.
The glasses and the jeans looked unfamiliar and ordinary but I knew the jacket.
It was my favourite jacket. I pick it up and feel the soft fabric, it's still fluffy, almost new. I slip it over my shoulders and go to look in my mirror when something falls out of the pocket. I pick it up and study it.

It is a picture of me and someone I can't remember.
But dang he hottttttt. He has ginger hair reaching his shoulders with tanned skin and a beautiful smile. His eyes are a deep blue that I want to just fall into and never want to find a way out. He is handsome and boy does he know it he has a little peach fuzz and he can't even grow it.
I'm a disgrace for changing the words but hey, grammar is important kids.

I stop admiring the boy for a moment to realise there is writing on the back.

John,
Cold in my professions
Warm in my friendships.
I wish, my dear Laurens, it were in my power, by actions, rather than words, to convince you that
I love you.
Never come back for me.

A.Ham

A.Ham?
Is that the boy in the picture?
Dang.
Stop it John I thought you stopped being gay!
He's so hawtt
Stop
I wonder if he's single
JOHN
Maybe he's down to smash?
STOP
No.
*has an internal fight*
Anyways...
I don't know why but I ignore the one thing this boy told me to do.
"Marthaaaaaaaaa"
"Yeah John?"
"I was thinking we go somewhere"

Martha's POV
"I was thinking we go somewhere"
Oh. My. God.
He wants to marry me!
Maybe.
I hope.
Or maybe he wants to break up with me.
I got with him because I pitied him.
I thought my pure beauty would force the gay virus out of John but sometimes I catch him staring at shirtless boys at the beach for too long.
But I stay with him because he is eye candy.
Very sweet eye candy.
Every one of his features is exactly what I would want in a man.
So I run up to him with a grin
"Where were you thinking?"
"Nevis" he says. I give him a questioning look.
"It's in the Caribbean"
"Oooooh" I say, finally understanding. Honesty, if I hadn't met John I would still think Jamaica is a continent.
I smile at the thought of having John to show off as my husband and say "let's go!"
"Right now?" He looked at me, confused.
"Yeah! Obviously!"
"Ok...cool"

John POV

I didn't expect Martha to just agree like that, she never does.
Wait does she think I'm going to propose?!
Fuck.
Too late now.
I'll find you soon, mystery boy.

There you go, my 5 reader, I shat out another chapter. There will be no schedule to this mess so I'm sorry if you like schedules.
Should I even continue this story?
Probably not.
It's kinda weird and irrelevant :/
I have another idea for a story that I'm debating but idk what I'm going to do yet.
Hope you liked this!