John laid in his bed contemplating.
He didn't want to think about his father. About the fact that he wasn't able to see his siblings, that the holidays were quickly approaching and he wouldn't have anywhere to go. He didn't want to think about any of those terrible things.
So there were a few options that John had.
Number one, drink his sorrows away from stealing from Lafayette's extensive array of alcohol, which would most definitely get him yelled at by Alex (and Laf). Number two, sleep away the pain for what felt like the millionth time. And finally number three, get his friends to make him happy again.
Number three was what would seem to be the best option. It wasn't self deprecating and/or dangerous, number one was most definitely the worst option, and he had already done enough of number two. So number three.
He hadn't seen his friends in what felt like ages.
John had been wallowing away in his room, much like Alex was doing not that long ago. But this time the two of them were in it together. There was no argument going on, so Alex was there.
It made John feel so bad. John had left Alex completely, cut off contact between himself and the other. John didn't help Alex, didn't try to apologize before, didn't do anything to make sure that the other was okay.
How messed up was that?
He couldn't put his own emotions aside for five minutes to make sure that Alex was alright and here Alex was making sure that John went to class, studied, ate, remained a functioning human being. Why didn't John do that?
He took a deep breath, threw his blanket off of himself, and sat up. Alex wasn't there at the moment, the other had a late class, but he'd be home before long. He knew for sure that some of their friends would be free. It was only a matter of who to invite over.
Not Jefferson, that'd cause a fight for sure. Even if him and Alex were on friendly terms it was better to be safe than sorry. No Jefferson also meant no Madison as the two never seemed to be apart.
Hercules and Lafayette were almost a must, the four of them were unstoppable together, plus John knew them the longest. Who else.
He could invite the Schuylers, which would also include Maria. Was that going too far? He didn't know how friendly Maria and Alex were, he knew they were in the past even though it made him a little sick to think about those things. But Eliza had moved past that, the two women were together now, and that was probably more important than whatever Alex thought saying as Eliza was the one who was pained the most.
That decided it, he'd invite Hercules, Laf, and the Schuylers (with Maria of course). Hopefully nothing bad would happen. It shouldn't.
Was this stupid?
John tried not to think about it, they were all people that Alex liked, and so did he, so it would be fine. They'd order some trashy take-out, complain about how dumb college was, and most likely end up binging something on Netflix.
There was nothing bad that could happen, it would be perfect and fun. Everything that John hadn't had in the past week.
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"John I'm hom-back!"Alex mentally cursed at himself, that wasn't the first time that he had tripped up.
John peaked up from his phone to look at Alex, he then placed it down on his bed and walked over to Alex who was standing near the doorway taking off his coat. He pulled the shorter man into a hug, wrapping his arms around Alex's shoulders.
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Past Life Lessons (A Lams Fanfiction)
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