in love with a pornstar (modern au fanfic LAMS)

chapter 50

a/n: i've decided that this book will be ending in the next 10-20 chapters ;)

third person

present day : back at home

"so john still isn't talking to you?" maria chews on her nail, her speech slightly disfigured because of this.

"yes."

"that's not like him."

"neither is waking up in the middle of the night screaming."

maria pauses and looks over at peggy.

"don't look at me. i'm not getting in the middle of their lover's quarrel." peggy places her hands up in a way to defend herself. she then turns to alexander. "john hasn't said anything to me about the argument you two had."

alexander frowns, not knowing what to say in response. john was angry at him for what happened in new york, and he hadn't even given him a chance to explain himself. they weren't on speaking terms, john didn't even want to lay down with him in bed. he would sleep on the couch or in a different guest room.

alexander was pissed. if john had given him the chance to explain what happened, they wouldn't be on such bad terms. john would know that henry was out there trying to manage him and maria. john would know that jefferson played a vital part in the chaos.

john would know henry was out to get him.

instead, john knew that they had to leave new york early for some absurd reason.

speak of the devil.

john walks into the bedroom the three were currently residing in. as soon as he sees alexander he walks right out of the room.

"see!" alexander throws his hands up in frustration. "he won't even bother to hear what i have to say."

before alexander can continue his rant, john swings open the door once more.

"shut the fuck up." john spits.

the door slams one more time.

"i'm not going to dignify what he just said with a response."

maria rolls her eyes. "you just did."

alex groans then stands up from his spot on the bed. he walks out of the room to go find john. alexander hears sound coming from the bathroom so that's where he walks to. he knocks on the door but he doesn't hear a response. alexander decides to try opening the door that surprisingly was unlocked.

"what the fuck do you want, hamilton? i need to take a shower."

"can i join?"

john scoffs. "no. i'm still mad at you."

"i don't see why." alexander states, walking up to john.

"because you're hiding stuff from me." john frowns.

"yeah, but for your own safety."

"why don't you just tell me?"

"you always ignore me or jump to conclusions. i can't get a word out edgewise." alexander counters.