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

Music Man

A/N - Hello!!! Another request made by the lovely @AND-PEGGY_ 

DISCLAIMER - This was not meant to offend anyone or make fun of anything. I did some research and watched some creators on TikTok who answered common questions. I'm so sorry if I offended you in any way!

John's POV

   "OH MY GOD!" I jumped a bit and plastered on a smile. I turned and a girl bounced on her heels. "Can I have a picture?" 
   "Definitely!" I smiled, posing with her as she snapped the photo. 
   "Thank you so much!" She grinned.
   "No problem!" I smiled, she skipped off and I smiled to myself. I turned and bumped into someone. They hit the pavement and I gasped. "I'm so so sorry!" I gasped, offering my hand to the boy. He took it and let me help him up. He was about a head shorter than me with curly red hair and freckles dotting his tan skin. His violet eyes were wide and he was biting his lip. "I'm really sorry. Um-...Let me help you." I helped him gather his books and he smiled. 
   "Thank you." He smiled, he made a weird noise and immediately cover his mouth. "I'm sorry. Um-" 
   "It's cool. I knocked you over-" He yelped and I frowned.
   "I'm sorry." He sighed again, I smiled gently and bit my lip.
   "Can I take you out for coffee? I'm really sorry."
   "Um-...I have class right now but maybe some other time?" He smiled.
   "Definitely. Can I get your number?" He smiled and flinched a bit.
   "Sorry." He huffed, he pulled out a flip phone and exchanged numbers. 
   "I'm really sorry." I smiled, he smiled back and I bit my lip. "I'll call you." 
   "Do that." He smiled and continued on his way. I grinned and kept walking, praying that no one else would recognize me. 

Alexander's POV

   I felt my phone buzzing and I answered it. "Hello?" 
   "Hey! It's John! The guy who knocked you over?"
   "Hi." I chuckled. "Wanna grab that coffee?"
   "I'm a little busy right now but I can in about and hour?" 
   "Sounds great." 
   "See ya then." 
   "Yeah." I blushed and hung up. I accidentally threw my phone and huffed. 

   John waved and I made my way over, sitting across from him in the booth. "Hey." 
   "Hi." I smiled, I ordered a black coffee and John chuckled. 
   "Wow. Kind of impressive." I chuckled and twitched a bit, yelping slightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"
   "No, it's not you. Um-...I have Tourette Syndrome." I mumbled.
   "Oh, ok." John smiled. 
   "I'm sorry." 
   "Why? It's not like you can control yourself." He smiled, I beamed and he chuckled. "What?"
   "I just-...No one really says that." I smiled, John smiled warmly and took a sip of his latte. 
   "So...tell me about yourself." 
   "Well...I just moved to America and it's been rough."
   "Wow. Where'd you move from?" 
   "An island in the Caribbean. Nevis."
   "Cool."
   "Not really. A very impoverished island and I'm kind of up to my neck in debt. It's not even mine!" John smiled and I huffed. "Sorry. I'm over sharing." 
   "No. It's cool." He smiled. 
   "Shit!" I blurted, covering my mouth immediately. "Oh god. I'm sorry." John snorted and tried to stop laughing.
   "I'm sorry. It's not funny. I-" I giggled a bit and smiled.
   "It's ok. You can laugh." John chuckled and I sighed. 
   "Why are you in debt?...If you don't mind me asking." 
   "My dad left us when I was ten." I sighed. "Bitch." I grumbled. "Nope! Get it out of my head! Nothing vulgar or I'll shout it out!" John chuckled and I huffed.
   "So you shout out-"
   "Something, yeah. Most of the time I just make weird sounds." John chuckled and I smiled. "What about you? Where are you from?"
   "I grew up in South Carolina but I moved here to get away from my dad." He sighed.
   "That sucks." I jerked and spilled coffee on the table. "Damn it." John smiled and helped me clean it up. "I'm sorry."
   "Don't apologize. It's fine." He smiled. "So why did you move to America?" 
   "Had to get out of that hell hole. I was going no where fast." I shrugged, John smiled and opened his mouth to ask something else but I got a tic. "Fuck!" I covered my mouth as a few people stared and put my head down. "I'm sorry." John just smiled and asked his question.
   "Are you going to college?"
   "Yeah! I-"
   "Excuse me?" We looked up and a woman huffed. "I don't appreciate you yelling out vulgar language in front of my kid." 
   "I am so sorry, ma'am. I have Tourettes, I can't really control it."
   "Yes, you can. Just try harder." I frowned and John glared at her. 
   "I'm sorry. It doesn't work like that." 
   "Yes, it does."
  "Hey! Leave him alone!" John growled, I shifted and twitched a bit. I felt my chest tightening as the woman and John bickered and I ran to the bathroom. I slid down the wall and buried my face in my knees. The door opened and I huffed. "Alex?" 
   "What?" I sniffed, John knocked on my stall door and I unlocked it. 
   "Everything ok?" He sat next to me and I yelped involuntarily. 
   "No. I'm sorry. I-" 
   "Hey...Stop apologizing. You don't need too. It's ok." I smiled and he helped me up. "Why don't we go to my place and your can swear as much as you'd like?" He hummed, I smiled and hugged him. He chuckled and hugged me back.
   "Thanks." 
   "No problem."